4

I Carried a Watermelon

"So what do you think did it?" Bobby asked.

"Did what?" Dean said.

"Turned your car into a person."

"Oh," Dean sighed. "I have no idea. I didn't find any hex bags anywhere so I don't think it was witches. Could be the Trickster but I have no idea why he'd want to make my car real, other than that, I got nothin'."

"Maybe you should ask your winged friend." Bobby said.

"Now why would the angels want to make my car into a hot chick?"

"I have no idea," Bobby spat. "You never know with them. Hell this could be a demon tryin' to break another seal."

"Oh yeah," Dean scoffed. "'And the lord said, the car shall be a hot chick.'"

"You know what I mean ya idgit." Bobby said sternly.

"They might not even know about it," Dean said. "And how important could it be that my Impala can talk, eat, and sleep?"

"Could it really hurt to ask?" Bobby said.

"I guess not," Dean huffed. "But it's not exactly like I can snap my fingers and BAM, angel."

"Well," Bobby shrugged. "Try somethin'," Dean was silent. "I'll be in the house." Bobby said after a minute.

Dean looked out at the setting sun, wondering about what Bobby had said. Why would someone want his car alive? Why would someone let Baby be human? Would they take it away from her? Would they keep her this way forever? He had no idea. He could ask Cas, but would the angel want to talk to him after the other night? Would he answer if Dean asked for him, or had he given up on him completely? The least he could do was what Bobby said, ask.

He looked up at the sky, which was turning a pale grey in the fading daylight.

"Cas," He said to the clouds. "Can I talk to you for a minute?" No response. What had he expected? The birds flying over the house to spell out yes? "Please?" Still nothing. He turned, shaking his head and draining the rest of the beer in his hand.

"Dean, did you need something?" Dean's head shot up. He didn't really remember being happy to see the angel before, but he was now. At least he hadn't abandoned him too.

"Cas," Dean said, unable to really think of anything else to say. "I wasn't sure you'd show up."

"You thought what happened the night before last would cause me to leave you," Castiel stated. "That I would actually go and, what was it you said? 'Find someone else'?"

"Yeah," Dean admitted. "I thought you would."

"You're the only one that can finish this, Dean," Castiel said. "There is no one else."

"Right," Dean said. "I need to ask you something."

"Clearly." He said insipidly.

"Do you guys know anything about my car being a person?" He asked. The angel's brow creased.

"Your car? Your car is alive?" He said. Dean nodded.

"Yeah, last night, she was a car when I went in the bar, and when I came out she was human." He said.

"Strange," Castiel said. Dean nodded. "May I speak with her?"

"Uh," Dean said. "If I can ask why."

"I need to know if she's been turned by something corrupt."

"Are you saying you think Baby's evil?" He said accusatorially. Castiel shook his head.

"I just need to know." He said plainly.

"Baby!" Dean called into the house. Moments later she came out onto the porch.

"What's up?" She asked. Her eyes traveled to Castiel. "Oh my god."

"Not quite." The angel said.

"Uh," Baby stammered. "Nice to meet you, well, formally anyway."

"Nice to meet you as well," He said plainly. "So you're Dean's car?"

"Yeah," She said. "I, uh, carry them around."

"Do you know how this happened?" He asked. She shook her head.

"No, one second I was sitting there, waiting for Sam and Dean to come out of the bar, the next I had limbs." He nodded.

He walked looked into her eyes, not breaking eye contact with her for a long moment, until his vessel had to blink. And when he did, so did she.

"You could be seen as a real creep, you know that right?"

"I have no idea how this happened, Dean." He said.

"Great," Dean said. "So, we're back to square one."

"No," Castiel said. "I can try and find out what did this."

"Cool, angel connections, right on." Baby said.

"Dean, I'd like to speak with her alone."

"Uh," Dean's eyes shifted to Baby, who nodded. "Yeah, okay." He turned and walked into the house, giving Baby another worried glance before he disappeared from sight.

"I'm not in trouble am I?" The angel shook his head.

"I need to talk to you about Dean." He said. Baby crossed her arms.

"Okay, is he in trouble?" She asked. He shook his head.

"Not in the punishment sense no. But in other ways." He said.

"Elaborate, please."

"I need Dean to have faith in God. But I also need him have faith in himself. He doesn't think he can stop the apocalypse. And he's the only one that can. If he doesn't think it possible, the entire world is in danger." He said. Baby was confused.

"What are you talking about?" She asked. "Why would Dean have to stop the apocalypse?"

"You don't know, do you?" Castiel asked. She shook her head.

"Obviously not. Is this about the other night?" She asked. He nodded.

"I take it Dean didn't discuss it with Sam," He said. She shook her head again. "Then I suppose you have every right to know." The angel reached out and touched her forehead.


Baby walked into the house and sat down in the living room, hardly looking at anything. She was alone in the room, and she was glad for it. She'd known Dean since before he was born. She'd seen him grow up; she knew who he was better than anyone in the world, no matter what claims people made. Sam thought he knew Dean the best, but he was dead wrong. John wished he could have known him. Then maybe he would have seen what he had done to him growing up. How he showed Sam how much he cared and ordered Dean around. In the twenty seven years John had been around for he told Dean he was proud of him once. Mary might have changed things but that was wishful thinking.

Dean thought he was worth about as much as the pebble lying outside. Going to Hell and getting pulled out by an angel hadn't changed that. Hell had made him think that he was a terrible person, and he wasn't. She knew that. And she knew that Castiel was right. Dean had no faith in himself. She was going to talk to him, but she had no idea what she was going to say. What could she say? He might not even listen to her. What did she know? She was just a car. She'd never been able to think like this before. And she'd never been able to talk either. But she could try. She could try as hard as she could to make him listen.

"Baby," She looked up. Dean smiled at her. "You tired?" She nodded. "I'll show you your room, 'kay?" She stood and followed him up the stairs. "Are you alright, Baby?" He asked. She smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, I'm good." She lied.

"What'd Cas want?" He asked.

"That's confidential, Babe." She said. He shook his head.

"Whatever you say," He said. He looked at her again. "You sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, Dean." She said. He continued up the stairs.

This lying thing's pretty easy when you learn from the best.

--Feedback please!--