"Now boys," Rowena scolded in her most posh, gentle voice sounding remarkably clear and near over Sam's cell phone. "If I had decided to pay you back for yesterday you would have both woke up missing something more vital than your precious car." She was almost chipper hearing that something bad had happened to them. Could they really trust her long-winded 'no'?

Hell no.

It was stupid to trust her as far as they could throw her, but - well, sometimes they did. The Winchester's had a death wish, it was widely known. And the word was getting around that they couldn't die and stay dead, either. So, ha. Trusting someone like the witch that freed Lucifer (again) and who birthed the King of Hell was par for the course for them. Also, the same reason they were eating this possibly poisoned or drugged food that this familiar, beautiful stranger had given them.

"No, the car isn't missing, it's - he's a - human. Sitting right here with Dean and me, eating the bacon off of Dean's burger."

Dean took his eyes off of the cell phone that was sitting in the middle of the table and looked over at Baby as he swiped a fry from his white takeout box. "Hey, buddy, my fries," Dean swatted Baby's hand away and pulled his box to the other side of him, getting a wink from Baby for his efforts. This was too weird. Maybe this guy was just nuts, maybe they were barking up the wrong tree trying to figure him out as supernatural happening and they needed to look into more natural things. Like nutso.

They had already splashed him with holy water and the silver spoon he touched didn't affect him, just gave him a prop as he had taken to cutting and eating donuts with it. Speaking of donuts, he tried to dunk one in his beer, but after a few unsuccessful tries had eventually settled on putting a piece on his bottle lip like it was a lime. That wasn't really normal, was it? And it was gross. The soggy ass piece had fallen into the beer after a few sips and was floating where Dean could see it right on top of the golden liquid.

But where was the Impala if they went with the looney toons explanation?

"Your car is a 'he', not a 'she'?" A split second of silence passed as Rowena seemed to let that information sink into Dean's brain. "Have you talked to one of the angels that like to experiment with their powers?" Rowena paused again. "What does 'he' look like?"

To Dean's surprise Sam grabbed his phone off of the table and without a word said to prepare him, Baby turned to Sam, smoldered and blew a kiss to the camera.

"Oof, the handsome angel has some fierce competition now, doesn't he?" Rowena remarked after Sam sent the picture over. "Does he always look like that?"

"Hello, beautiful," Baby was in the process of swiping food from Sam's plate now and talking to Rowena as he cut into the burger with his spoon. "Today yeah, always looked like this today. This morning. Dean's the one who dreamed me up, so compliments to the architect?"

Rowena and Baby chattered on like they were old friends, acting a bit flirty with each other and making plans (seriously? Making plans?) to go out for drinks later tonight. Cas walked in near the middle of their conversation and stared at Baby with a puzzled look as Dean went over to him.

"See what I was talking about now?" Dean was standing nearly shoulder to shoulder with Cas.

Cas just opened his mouth to say something but Baby noticed him before he could utter a word. "Castiel," he greeted with a familiarity that felt unnervingly normal. "Go ahead, touch me. Do your angel thing."

Cas had no objections, that was why Dean had called him over after all. He squinted his eyes a bit and looked closer at Baby from his new vantage point, then laid his hands on him, forehead and heart. Baby jolted from the sudden surge of power but Cas was holding him still.

It was like watching a movie in fast forward, Cas saw everything from the beginning; the bible salesman and the short distances he traveled, John Winchester and the many years he had her, the rainy night that Dean was conceived in the back seat, Sam and Dean as children, the many hunts father and son went on together, the day that John turned the keys over to Dean. Dean hunting alone, the night that Sam and Dean started hunting together. Sam hunting alone. Love made in the back seat or the front seat, or even the few times it was done on the hood.

The crashes, the rebuilds, the blood and weapons and - Crowley tied up in the trunk? What? Cas pulled away then and continued to feel around Baby, frowning as his hands moved. The majority of what he saw was memories of the hunters. Things that only - well, only Baby would know. There was no human life before what he assumed to be today.

"I don't see anything human about him before today. The things I saw were memories of you and Sam and things you've done in or near the car. But a witch didn't touch this, they aren't powerful enough for one, and two - I just don't feel that from him at all."

Sam had ended the call with Rowena and was listening to them with his arms folded across his chest. "So you can't tell anything from him that he hasn't told us already?"

Cas just shrugged helplessly and touched Baby's head again. "He woke up like that this morning, he's just as confused about it as we are. He has your wallet, Sam. You paid for lunch." Cas abruptly jerked his hand away from Baby as though he'd been shocked. "No," he said firmly, looking down at Baby, who was grinning up at him.

"Wait, what happened?" Cas waved Dean off and clutched his trench coat a little tighter around him as he walked over to the safe space of a protective and extremely perplexed Dean. Neither the angel nor the Impala were going to share what silent exchange had just happened between them, but Cas' deep crimson blush and Baby's deep chuckle spoke volumes.

"Have you talked to Gabriel? You mentioned earlier that he's done something like this before, he might be reliving his past hits. You remember Sammy - what did we call you?"

"The Sampala." Dean sputtered and started giggling at that, his hand slapped against Cas' shoulder to balance himself. Yeah, he remembered, okay? It was so funny watching Sam's bitch-face take shape when he said it though. Dean's laughter was contagious, Baby's shoulders were shaking with silent laughter and even Cas was trying to suppress a smile, a feat in and of itself; Cas never laughed at anything.

Sam was the only one in the room who wasn't smiling which made it even funnier, but the joke was at his expense so - understandable. "Woo," Dean's voice was still colored by his bout of laughter still he tried to move on to something more serious before he started laughing again at the hole Sam was trying to glare into his head from across the room.

"What were we saying?" Sam ignored them all and continued. "It's not Gabe. He promised he wasn't going to do any of these kinds of things to us anymore when we got together and I'm pretty sure he was -". Sam stopped himself. Was Gabriel ever serious about anything? He was going to check anyway.

"Yeah, call him anyway." Dean echoed his thoughts as he crossed back to the table to eat his cold fries and burger, but when he opened the box they were in the only thing inside was a ring where the ketchup had been. "Dude," he said, gesturing to his plate and looking at Baby.

Dean was standing with either hand braced on the wall next to Castiel's head, effectively trapping the angel between them, and the trapped angel didn't look unhappy to have been caught there. They were mostly staring at each other, every now and again one of them would try to break the other and bump noses together, give butterfly kisses with their long lashes or ghost their tongue just short of touching the other's lips.

It was a game they liked to play at times, to see who would break first and who would be in control that night. So far? Cas was winning. Dean had come so close to breaking and kissing him, he saw the lips part and heard his hunter's ragged breath and Cas knew he was close, so close.

Cas knew he couldn't take the warm breath or the biting of his lips for very long, all it would take was just a soft, needy whisper of his name. "Dean," Cas' words were barely a breath against Dean's mouth and he was done for. Dean came all the way in and captured Cas' lips, their groans mingled at the swift contact and Cas wrapped his arms around Dean's waist, pulling him flush against his body.

The hunter and his angel were so wrapped up in each other that when the door opened and Sam came in neither of them heard it, and Sam even tried to back out and leave but things happened so fast. Dean quickly untangled himself and parted from the Cas, scratching his hand over the back of his head while he walked completely to the far side of the room.

Sam looked over at Cas who stood breathless and lips parted still trying to gather himself against the loss of the hot press of Dean, who was better at stepping away from that situation than Cas was. "What is it, Sam," Dean said, not asked, from across the bedroom as Cas slipped past Sam and out the door.

There. Sam couldn't help but feel a tiny bit of satisfaction. That was what they got for laughing at him earlier. The barging in part, not the 'no homo' vibe his brother was spraying around the room now.

"Dean, what's the big deal? You like Cas, Cas likes you. It's - nobody cares. His brother is in my room right now trying to come up with something that'll convince me to wear these fishnet stockings and crotchless -"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Dean held up his hands and stopped Sam from talking. "TMI Sammy. I don't need all that info about your sex life. Or Gabe's sex life." He gave a small shudder to make his point. "What did you want?"

"Are we using cars from the motor pool or what? We still have to drive and all, and with - Baby being human now we can't really drive him. I don't think he would object much to giving you a ride, though."

Dean smiled sarcastically. Sam had jokes. "Yeah, well the only way I'm ever riding Baby is when he's my Impala again." No, wait. That didn't sound right either. Did it? When he was the car again he would - crap. It didn't matter. "Anyway, no. I haven't had a chance to check under the hoods of any of them so we're not risking it until I do. Cas brought his car. We can use that in the meantime." Dean saw Sam raise his eyebrow in question or in protest and he let out a breathy laugh.

"Wait. I was in here talking to Cas, and you were in your room - doing God knows what with Gabriel, so where's Baby?" This was a fully grown man, maybe not exactly an emotional adult but the force was strong with his five o'clock shadow and he needed a grown-up name - Dean felt stupid calling him Baby.

"-when Jack came home." Sam finished but Dean hadn't heard the first part of what he'd said.

"Jack what? Baby is with Jack? Tell me he's not with Jack."

Of course, Sam didn't see a problem with that. Jack was another one whose body didn't match his actual age though, and he really didn't need the two of them together or Baby teaching Jack about sex.

Thankfully though, when Dean and Sam made it Jack's room, Jack and Baby were seated on his bed playing a rousing hand of 'Go Fish'. Daddy Cas was observing the boys from a chair in the corner, and Dean definitely saw him smirk and mouth the words 'I won' to him and fuck if it didn't send a shiver down his spine.

It was nearly eight o'clock and the damn sun was still out; setting to be sure, but still out enough that it felt like it was earlier. The entire group stood outside waiting for Cas to drive the car up from the road where he had parked it earlier. They were all glad that the sky had been overcast that day and kept it from getting overly hot, but the humidity was awful and made Sam's hair droop enough that he let go of Gabe and was putting it in a messy ponytail while the archangel, standing on the curb, nipped at his jaw.

Gabriel was in the midst of whispering to Sam all of the dirty things they could do in the bunker alone, trying to convince him to stay in tonight, but he was distracted when the car pulled up in front of them and stopped, the hydraulics shifting it up and then down to a rest. After he saw that he couldn't help the sarcastic wolf whistle when Cas got out and tossed the keys to Dean.

"Where'd you get this beauty, Huggy Bear?" Gabriel had his phone out and snapped a quick picture.

"Who is Huggy Bear?" Cas looked thoughtful and turned his eyes to Dean trying to remember where he heard that name before. "It sounds familiar. Is he a pimp?"

Dean meant to answer him, he really meant to, but he saw something in his peripheral vision that made him halt and stomp over to Jack and Baby. "Hey, hey, hey," he said gruffly. Baby was standing behind Jack with his chin propped on his shoulder and his hands in Jack's jean pockets. It escaped his attention that the pair were watching a video together on Jack's phone and shocked when Dean rushed at them. Even Dean didn't understand. Was it that he felt protective of Jack or of Baby? Or of them both?

"Just get in the car," Dean hushed Jack's questions and confusion and opened the passenger door for them, putting a hand on Baby's chest to stop him. "Ride in the front with me and Cas. Sammy and Gabe in the back with Jack. It's just a few miles. We'll get some dinner first and then head to the bar. Everybody'll be okay until we get there."