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Baby's Walk

Baby spent the entire car ride to the motel looking at her hands, her feet, touching her hair. She figured out how to braid it after awhile, and was ecstatic when she discovered it.

"Dean!" She had exclaimed, making Bobby swerve, nearly hitting a Toyota. "Look!" She said, bringing her hair around over her shoulder. Dean grinned.

"That's great, Baby." He had said. That was over half an hour ago. Now she was staring out the window, looking at the trees, the roads, the other cars; she seemed to be curious about everything.

"What's a Payless for? What's a Wal-Mart do? Why is that tower blinking?"

"Slow down, Baby," Dean said. "You buy shoes at Payless, you can buy anything at Wal-Mart and that's a cell phone tower."

"Oh." She said. She looked down at her bare toes. Dean's eyes lit with sudden recognition.

"Hey, Bobby, can you pull into this shopping center over here?" He asked. Bobby nodded.

"Was wondering when you were gonna get that girl some decent clothes." He muttered.

"He calls me girl like I'm a kid." Baby giggled. Dean smiled. Sam opened the cab door and got out. Dean and Baby followed, though Baby had some difficulty getting out.

She walked through Payless, her bright eyes wide as she looked through the shelves of women's shoes. Dean and Sam were following close behind her, lost. Dean watched her walk, and he noticed that she didn't walk, she glided across the floor with a grace he had never seen before. She reached inside a box and pulled out a pair of simple high tops. She slipped it on her foot with some difficulty.

She looked at the two of them, obviously uncomfortable.

"It feels like there's too much air in my tires." She said. Dean giggled.

"I think they're too tight," He said. He scanned the shelves, looking for the next half size down. "Try these." He said. She yanked the original shoe off and put the one he handed her on.

"Much better." She said. Dean grabbed the box and gestured for her to follow him. He walked up to the counter, grabbing a package of socks off of the rack up front. Once they were paid for she pulled them on and stared at the untied laces.

"Are those supposed to be like that?" She asked. Dean grinned and shook his head.

"Here," He bent down and tied her shoes. "They go on like that." She nodded.

"You're probably gonna have to do that every time you know." She sighed.

With her shoes on, she jogged toward Wal-Mart, still as graceful as ever.

"Hey, be careful!" Dean yelled.

"This is still really weird." Sam said. Dean nodded.

"Yeah, pretty weird. I think she's funny." He said. Sam nodded.

"Yeah, I'll admit that," He said. "But we have to figure out what made her like this."

"I know," Dean said. "But I'm gonna have fun while it lasts. How many other chances am I gonna have to talk to my car?"

"Hurry up!" Baby yelled. "The sliding doors still kind of freak me out!" Dean smiled and ran after her. Sam shook his head and followed.

Her eyes were a lot bigger than they had been in the shoe store. She looked around the supercenter like it was made of gold, or human bones.

"There's a lot of people in here." She said shakily.

"It'll be okay," Dean assured. "There's always a lot of people in here." She walked through the racks of women's clothes. A man about Sam's age walked behind her, staring at her ass, smirking. Dean scowled.

"How you doin' sugar?" He asked. Baby turned, a disgusted look on her face when she saw the man, who had changed his point of view to an equally inappropriate spot.

"I'd be a lot better if you got the hell away from me." She snapped.

"Aw, spitfire huh?" He asked. "How about you ditch these losers and get with a real man?" Baby snorted.

"Sorry, but I'm taken." She said.

"By who?" The man asked. Baby put her arms around Sam and Dean.

"These two," She said. The man gave her a strange look. "I'm a polygamist. They're my husbands."

"Yeah," Dean said. "So get the hell out of here before I rearrange your face." He growled. The man walked away, looking worried.

"Men," Baby murmured, sifting through the rack of shirts. "All they want is what's in your trunk."

They left the store without further incident. They got back to the motel room, the three of them in one room Bobby in another, and Baby sat down on one of the beds.

"Wow," She said. "I thought these looked bad from the outside."

"You get used to it after awhile." Sam said.

"That's really sad if you think about it," Baby said. She looked around, crossing her legs tightly. "Uh, guys?" She said, her hands in her lap, bouncing up and down lightly.

"Where can I, um drain the transmission fluid?" She asked.

"Over there." Dean laughed, pointing to the bathroom. She stood and ran to it, closing the door behind her.

"She's really awkward." Sam said.

"Hey, that's not her fault. Funny as hell though."

"I can see how she's the Impala though," Sam said. "The way she looks, the way she talks, the way she walks-"

"Hell yeah," Dean said. "If more girls had Baby's walk I'd be a happy camper." Sam rolled his eyes.

"Hey!" Baby yelled. "Which one do you use and how do you use it?!" Sam and Dean exchanged glances.

"Hey, she's your car man." Sam said. Dean sighed.

"This is gonna be awkward."

"He walked three and a half miles to get gas in ninety degree weather," Baby said. "Now that's love." Dean laughed.

"Seriously?" He asked. Baby nodded.

"Oh yeah," She said. "John liked me a lot. It took a lot for him to give me to you." They were lying next to each other on one of the beds, talking. And they had been for the last hour or so.

"So you knew Mom too?" He asked. She nodded.

"Yeah, Mary was a sweetheart," She said fondly. "She was nice to everybody, smart, funny, and she loved you and Sam like no other," She paused for a moment. "The night of the fire, I saw the whole thing. I saw the smoke coming out of the window, I heard John yell, I saw that yellow eyed son of a bitch in Sam's nursery. I saw you run outside with him," She swallowed hard. "And there wasn't a damn thing I could do to stop it." Dean wrapped his arm around her.

"That sucks, Baby." He said. She shook her head.

"I thought John would run out with Mary after you. But, when I saw that only he did…I thought about the last time I saw her for a long time. Then, I had to move on just like you guys," She paused again. "John took it the hardest. Especially when it came to telling you what happened to her."

"What am I supposed to tell him?" He had said. Baby remembered it like it was yesterday. "That his mother was hanging on the ceiling, bleeding when she caught on fire?" He rested his head on the steering wheel. "For God's sake he's four years old. He needs his mother. What the hell am I supposed to tell him?"

"By the way," She said, smiling. "Nice cameo in '73. Dean Van Halen. Pshh!" Dean blushed.

"Ya caught that huh?" He asked. She smiled.

"Yeah, I didn't think anything of it until you got older. By the way thank you." She yawned.

"For what?"

"For convincing John to buy me. I mean him, in a party van? C'mon."

"You're welcome." He said. From his bed, Sam rolled over in his sleep.

"I'm sorry you had to see all of that," She whispered. "With Mary and Yellow Eyes." Dean shook his head.

"It's fine." He said nonchalantly. She looked up at him, gently running her hand over the bruise on his cheek.

"You can't lie to me," She said quietly. She closed her eyes and rested her head on his chest. "G'night Dean."

"Baby-" He looked down at her. Her eyes were closed, her breathing deep and even. He sighed. "G'night Baby." She nuzzled her head deeper into his shirt. Dean pulled her closer to him and rested his head on top of hers, letting sleep come to him before he could start thinking about things he didn't want to.

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