Rowena was a bitch on wheels when she got a bug up her ass to make trouble. Since Crowley had first shown up with the Colt so many years ago they had never had a more on again/off again, 'I love you/I hate you and I'll kill everyone you know and love' type of ally… frienemy… than the red-headed witch was turning out to be. It was clear where Crowley had gotten it from; like mother, like son, and there was no denying the family resemblance in the 'making life harder for the Winchester's' department.

The day before had been a long one, so long that Dean wanted to do nothing but sleep and forget everything that had happened, that half of a town in Kansas would probably be questioning their sanity and the existence of dragons for the next year, and try to move forward from it all. Not to mention the library and bakery that had burned down. A library and a bakery. There was no way that was random.

Bitch.

His bed in the bunker looked warm and inviting, and Dean hadn't even bothered kicking off his boots before he fell onto it face first and passed out. The nine a.m. alarm he set on his phone months ago went off, getting progressively louder each time it went off. The first time drew not much more than a 'huh' from a drooling Dean. The second, five minutes later, got a twitch out of him and his hands covering his head as he mutter-growled something that sounded like 'Piss off Sam'. The third alarm, the most obnoxious of the three, sounded like a submarine dive alarm and had Dean bolting upright in bed, suddenly fully awake and hitting random buttons on the phone to shut it up.

"Son of a bitch stop." Bleary eyes looked down at the screen, inking several times to clear his vision. "Fuuuck, 9:17."

That was A.M. Morning. Goddamnit. He'd only been in bed for what, two hours? Maybe three? Dean checked for any missed calls and finding none flopped backward on his bed. Almost right away an alarm started to go off again but he quickly silenced it and threw the phone somewhere on the bed above him.

He was totally awake now.

Mostly awake.

After a quick shower and donning a black t-shirt, a button-up blue shirt and a blue flannel over his always just tight enough jeans, Dean was ready to go to the kitchen. On his way, he popped his head into Sam's darkened room with a cheery remark on his lips only to have a pillow thrown at his head as soon as the light from the hallway hit his brothers face. "Fine. More bacon for me."

Whistling as he entered the kitchen, his mood remarkably bright after a long, hot shower, a quick look in the fridge brought Dean's whistling to a stop. Only one beer and a pizza box that he grabbed and flipped ope that made him wonder when the last time they had pizza was. Last week? Last month? During the most recent ending of the world? Totally smelled questionable, but then again Sam's pizza toppings always smelled questionable, and that green thing looked suspiciously like spinach. At least that was what Dean told himself.

Maybe breakfast from the diner up the road was a good idea.

Dark clouds were gathering in the sky above the bunker signaling that rain was a likely thing in the really near future, and Dean hoped that would keep the crazies in today, leave their evil plotting on the table until tomorrow and he could spend the day in the Dean-cave drinking beer and watching cartoons. He doubted it, but a guy could hope.

"What the fu-"

Dean scratched his head and turned in a circle surveying the entire yard and the grounds beyond it. He had parked right here earlier. He'd left his car right here where he was standing. There were even tire marks left behind from where he fishtailed to wake Sam up. There was no way this - did somebody steal his car? Then it dawned on him. Sam.

Sam was pulling one of his not ever funny, twisted pranks on Dean and had moved his car. It didn't escape him that the keys were in his hand and had been in his pocket as he slept. Sam had to be the only explanation though.

"Bitch," Dean flipped on the light and nudged the sleeping form with his foot. Sam's response was to cover his head with a pillow and groan - there might have been a muffled 'what' somewhere at the end of that. "Your prank was shit and fell flat. So tell me where you parked my car and get the fuck up." Dean gave a toothy grin to the hazel eye he saw peeking at him from beneath the pillow. "We're havin' waffles."

Dean swore he could hear Sam's eyes roll. So what? He liked that movie. It was a classic.

Dean noted that Sam was also still dressed as he sat up on the side of his bed, scratching through his hair and yawning, stretching his long body as he stood. "Dude, did you say I moved your car?" Sam was poking through his phone but stopped suddenly and turned to Dean. "Is your car missing?"

"You moved my car. Probably parked it on the roof or something, right?" Dean's voice cracked slightly with panic as he came to grips with what he already knew.

"Uh, no. Pranking you was low on my list of things to do while I was sleeping, Dean."

The look Sam got was incredulous at first, morphing into one of confusion, and then finally anger as Dean hit the door frame with his fist and took off in the direction of the yard. What he was going to do when he got there he didn't know but running outside felt appropriate. Sam grabbed his gun from under his pillow and pocketed it as he took off behind Dean. He didn't know what he was going to do there either, but Dean had backup.

When he got to the yard, Dean was already kicking up a small dust tornado and cursing up a storm. "Are you sure you parked here, Dean? I mean, we were tired when we got here this morning. We could've parked her in the motor pool and -"

"Sam, I was tired, not drunk. I think I would remember if I had parked somewhere else." Dean swiped a hand over his face and whatever else he was going to say was interrupted by a new voice joining them.

"I have to say, donuts are pretty good. Almost as good as that cinnamon roll the waitress gave me while I was waiting for the burgers."

It took the brothers all of three seconds to have their guns drawn and aimed at the guy who had come out of - nowhere.

"Who the hell are you?" Dean looked around him at the grounds surrounding them and saw no one and nothing but the long road and this guy steadily approaching them carrying a box of - donuts in one hand and eating one with the other. How had they not seen him coming?

"Dean. Sam." The guy grinned as he greeted the boys like they were his old friends, and stopped a few feet from them.

Sam and Dean glanced at each other in confusion. Demon? Angel? What the hell? They were outside of the warding of the bunker and out here anything could approach them. But the guy - he did seem familiar to both of them, but more so to Dean. It was insane how much he reminded him of Cas; tousled dark hair, light blue eyes and the prettiest mouth he had ever -

"The guns aren't necessary guys," the newcomer continued, "but I get it. I'm not offended. This is weird for all of us."

"Hey, asshat, I asked you a question. Who are you?" Dean wondered if he looked as confused as he felt.

How did he know them? Crazy fan from that fan convention a few years ago? They could still kick Chuck for that one.

The guy looked at Dean with a small smile and threw him a wink. "You usually call me Baby."

Dean opened his mouth to deny, deny, deny but was again cut off by the asshat.

"I brought you guys breakfast. They didn't have anything healthy, Sam, so I got you both bacon cheeseburgers. Beer's in the backpack, I saw you were nearly out."

Sam and Dean exchanged a look but kept their guns trained on the newcomer. The sexy newcomer. He walked toward Dean without blinking at the guns, and handed the backpack off to him, unzipped it and pulled out a set of keys and tossed them to Sam. "Your weapons store was out in the open, so I put them in the duffel bags and put them in the storage room in the motor pool."

He was inside while they were asleep, didn't trip any of the alarms, and had found the motor pool, which they hadn't found until after months of living there.

Sam thought for a second, looking at the keys and putting things together. "Are you - were you - the Impala?"

"Sam, that's stupid. I mean we've seen some stuff but — no."

"I was the Impala once. Remember, Dean? Gabriel was being a jerk and -" Sam paused for a second and looked back over to the guy who was inspecting Dean's shirt like he was going to wear it, and Dean was letting him, just standing there watching him. "Your voice. That's where I know you from. I though maye I was imagining it, but I heard you while I was - you."

"Bingo," Baby reached out and straightened Dean's shirts and pulled them down by the hem. "Now that we have that figured out, can we go -"

"We don't have anything figured out." Dean pulled back a bit and took his shirts with him. They hadn't used the holy water or tried touching him with silver. Nothing like that. Sam had already lowered his gun a bit and was giving Dean and the guy an amused look. "Just because Sam might remember a voice he heard like, eight years ago while he was a car doesn't mean anything." Dean looked over at Sam. "How did you ear the car talking. I mean it was - you were - the car."

"I don't know, Dean. I heard it in my head, or whatever. I just remember hearing him."

Dean sighed deeply and gestured with his gun at Baby."Prove it. Prove tha — you're the human version of my car."

Jesus, their lives were insane. What was that sentence?

Baby just smiled. "Okay. Should I say what you do with your angel in my front seat?"

Sam snickered at that. "I knew it. Gabe owes me. I told him you and Cas weren't just going for 'drives'."

"We do just go for drives. I didn't - we didn't -shut up, Sam. I -"

Amused blue eyes turned to look at Sam. "Or I could say what you do in my backseat with yours." Sam laughed even harder at the look of horror on Dean's face.

Baby continued as though he hadn't heard them. "Or I could - talk about how gassy you both are. Or the time I had vomit in my trunk when Sam decided to take a ride with John. Or that time you took a crowbar to me, Dean. Or the nights we spent beneath the stars and the road trips to nowhere special, and the time when we stopped the world as we know it from ending together. 'Rock of Ages', remember? We were so awesome riding into the cemetery together like that." Baby reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny object that he handed to Dean. "Or I could give you that."

Dean looked down wistfully at the small plastic soldier he held in his hands, and tossed it to Sam just as a fat drop of rain landed on his face. "Rain's coming. Come on, let's go drink those beers - um, Impala."

"Baby. I like it when you call me Baby."