--Have fun kiddies!!--

3

When I'm Wrong I Say I'm Wrong

Baby looked around at the rental cars, her arms folded over her chest.

"This bunch is pathetic," She mumbled. "Absolutely pathetic."

"What're you talking about?" Dean asked. She gestured to the row of cars in front of her.

"These cars. I mean have you ever heard anything so whiny?" She shook her head.

"Baby, you can hear the cars? Like what they're saying?" Sam asked.

"Duh," She snorted. "You mean you guys can't hear that?" Dean shook his head.

"No, Baby," He said. "They didn't really offer Car as a second language in high school."

"Oh, then you guys are missin' out. We really do have a lot to say, unless you're this pack of foreign junk." She shook her head again.

"So, cars are, like people?" Dean asked.

"Yeah," Baby said. "A little more simple, a little less archetypes but yeah, pretty much," She walked around a silver Prius. "For example, this little number is like that insanely peppy cheerleader with the high squeaky voice that you want to shoot but you don't 'cause that would be a hate crime," She said. Dean laughed. "And this," She said, placing her hands on a Pinto. "Is a bigger sex hound than you. All they do is talk about how much they want you know what and they can't get it. It's a shame really," She walked to a Mustang. "And this beautiful piece of machinery is the sexiest you can get. I mean ever. They are the Brad Pitts of cars. Mm!"

"That's cool," Dean said. "Like really cool."

"So what would you recommend?" Sam asked. Baby looked around, a finger pressed to her pursed lips.

"That Bronco's pretty quiet." She said.

"You're kidding right?" Dean asked. "You can hear their mufflers down the freakin' block." Baby shook her head.

"No I mean talkative wise," She said. "You really think I wanna listen to a chatty Kathy all the way to Bobby's? Thanks but no thanks." Dean smiled.

"Oh, okay. Sold."


Baby walked through the piles of old busted cars with her arms folded over her chest, a worried look on her face.

"I always hated this place." She said quietly.

"Why?" Dean asked.

"'Cause it's full of dead cars!" She squeaked. "You wouldn't want to walk through a graveyard where the bodies were just lying everywhere would you?"

"No," Dean said, almost shuddering. "No I guess not."

"Yeah that's what I thought." Baby said. They passed closely to a car so rusted you couldn't even tell the model anymore. She nearly jumped next to him, leaning into his chest and holding his arm like she was trying to hide behind it.

"It's okay," Dean said. "We're almost inside."

"She alright?" Bobby called from the porch.

"Just a little freaked out!" Dean yelled back. Sam passed Bobby and walked into the house. They walked through the yard, away from the deceased cars and she bolted into the house, nearly knocking Bobby down.

"What's up with her?" He asked. Dean half smiled.

"The uh, dead cars." He said.

"Really?" Bobby chuckled. Dean nodded, his smile growing.

"Yeah."

"It's not funny!" Baby yelled from the kitchen.

"Yeah it is!" Dean said, knowing good and well it would piss her off. And it did. She stomped into their view.

"The next time I stall in the middle of some back road sixty miles from the next gas station I want you to remember this conversation." She snarled.

"Aw," Dean said, hugging her around the waist and pulling her to him. "Don't be like that, Baby."

"No," She said, trying to wriggle free of her captors arms and succeeding nothing. "Nuh-uh you're in trouble. Big trouble mister. I refuse to forgive you."

"Please?" Dean pleaded. "I'll take care of you forever." He lifted her off of the ground and swung her from side to side.

"Not this time Dean Winchester," She said, pushing on his arms. "You're in trouble and nothing you say or do is gonna make me forgive you."

"'Scuse me," Bobby said, walking past them. "But the adults have to work now."

"Nothing I say will make you forgive me?" Dean asked. Baby shook her head.

"Nope, nothin'." Dean spun her around to face him.

"Even this." He said softly. He kissed her gently. She nearly melted in his arms. Her own arms wrapped tightly around him, trying to support herself. He pulled away from her far too soon for her liking.

"Okay," She said, her breath shaky. "Okay I forgive you. You're a freakin' cheater and I hate you, but I forgive you." He grinned slyly and let her go.

"Yeah, I knew you would." He said. She punched his arm.

"Asshole." She said playfully. There was a low gurgling sound at that point, and Baby grabbed her stomach.

"I think I'm out of gas." She said. Dean laughed.

"You're hungry?" He said. She nodded.

"I think so."

"Okay," Dean said, still chortling. "I'll be back in a minute. Behave okay?" She smiled.

"Never."

"That's my girl."

Dean shut the door and she sighed.

Wow, She thought. First kiss. Check off on the human list.

She walked into the living room to see Sam, alone. She looked around.

"Where's Bobby?" She asked.

"He's out back working on his truck." Sam said, not looking up from his laptop screen. Baby sighed determinedly.

"Sam, can I talk to you?" She said. Sam nodded and stood.

"Yeah. Is there something wrong?" He asked. She nodded.

"You could say that."

"What is it?" He asked. She swallowed.

"You." She said. His eyes grew.

"What do you mean?" She looked up at him, her eyes furious.

"What do I mean? Do you honestly think I'm stupid? You think I don't see the shit you've been doing with Ruby?" She yelled. "Because I do Sam! I see every 'drink' you take from her! Do you not realize what it's doing to you? What you're becoming because of it?!"

"What, stronger?" Sam said. "This is helping me! It's making it so I can beat whatever the apocalypse throws at me!" Baby smiled ruefully and shook her head.

"Me, me, me, me is that all you think about?! Stopping this mess is not, your, job! But you're to full of yourself to see that! God, you idiot!" She bellowed. "And do you have any, ANY, idea what you and you're little friend are doing to your brother? Or do you even give a shit anymore?!"

"What are you talking about?" He asked.

"You really are that blind aren't you?" She spat. "Your and his little fight a few weeks ago, the shit you said to him? You have no clue what that did to him do you?"

"No, I don't," Sam said. "And if you remember he said some things too."

"Yeah, but at least he was telling the truth." Baby said.

"You seriously think that?!" Sam yelled.

"Yes, Sam I do!" She bellowed. "God you don't know anything lately do you?! All you see when you look at your brother is a broken mess that you don't bother to try and understand, or fix or anything, you just take it upon yourself to save us all! Do you not understand why he went to Hell in the first place?! To SAVE YOUR ASS!"

"And look what happened because of it! Look at what he's become!" Sam defended.

"What, Sam? What has he become?!"

"WEAK! He's WEAK, like I said!" As soon the words were out of his mouth, she brought her open palm across his face, hard. He staggered back, thrown off by the fact that she had hit him, and the power of the blow.

Tears of anger were welled in her eyes, her fists clenched, blood rushing to her face.

"How dare you," She said quietly. "You have no idea what he went through down there do you? DO YOU! How about we toss you in hell for forty years and see how you turn out, Sam. He tried to tell you why he is the way he is and you threw it back in his face like it was nothing."

"It was the siren, not me." Sam said in a low voice.

"Uh-huh, and sirens are notorious for planting evil thoughts in your head, right?" She scoffed. Sam looked at the ground, like a child that had been caught disobeying.

Baby sighed ad walked up to him, touching his cheek where she had hit it.

"Just think about what you're doing, Sam. And what you say to your brother. Last year you would have wanted to save the world together. You should try and get that back."

The front door opened and she stepped away from him. Sam rubbed his cheek, like he was trying to erase the handprint she had left there. Dean walked into the living room with plastic bags from a random diner in his hands.

"Hope you like burgers," He said. She smiled. He looked at Sam. "Dude, what happened to your face?" He asked.

"I hit him." Baby stated. A look of sheer panic passed over Sam's face.

"Why?" Dean asked, looking at the both of them.

"He made a snide comment about my trunk." She said. Dean laughed.

"Nice, good job Sam." He said. Sam shrugged.

"Hey, she walked right into it." He said.

"Yeah, and you deserved it," She said playfully. "So, I seriously need to refuel here, let's eat." She said, bouncing her way into the kitchen.

"She alright?" Dean asked. Sam looked after her, touching his cheek again.

"Yeah, she's fine."

--No flames Sammy girls. I'm not asking for that. 'Kay? : D--