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I couldn't explain it. I didn't want to.
All I knew was I was standing in front of my old self, and feeling the weight of my body filling my now two legs. Not wheels, legs.
Real legs, like the humans I had watched for so long.
"Why?" I asked, shaking my head, feeling my long hair move across my shoulders.
A hand touched my shoulder, and I turned to face the man who made it possible, who brought me to life in a way I always hoped, but never dreamed.
"Because he needs you, not just Sam, but you, Baby," He answered, tenderly. "If Dean is going to return back to the man we love, then, he is going to need you."
I opened my mouth. I couldn't speak. My eyes turned to the body I had inhabited for years, and I let out a breath. "I'm just a car." I whispered, feeling the force of my words.
He smiled, and shook his head. "No, Baby, you are not just a car." He responded, drawing my attention back to him. "You are what he loves most, besides Sam. You are his constant, and he needs you now more than ever."
I felt my heart breaking, and I slowly shook my head. "Did you give me a heart?" I wanted to know. I've always had it, and it grew from the moment I felt Dean's hands on my steering wheel, his kind, strong hands.
For years, I had felt and craved his touched. I came to life the moment Dean sat behind the wheel, and I fell in love.
Dean was the man I was destined for. I was his Impala. I was more than just a car to him. I was his lady, his happy place, his home, part of his family.
I had wanted so many times to stop him, and say, I'm here. I'm alive, but as always, I just let my engine purr in the way he loved to hear.
I closed my eyes, and lowered my head.
"I gave you a heart the moment you needed one." He answered, stepping back. "I knew you were needed, Baby, and I knew that one day, Dean would need you the way you need him." He added, letting his voice drift as he disappeared.
I let the tears fall down my face. "It's just a car, Sam."
Anger filled me, and I turned on my heel, and glared at the door in the garage. "I'm not just a car, Dean Winchester. I'm your Baby." I stated, marching with all the force, I knew my horsepower engine could take.
I paused at the door, and inhaled deeply. "I'm your Baby." I whispered, with a smile touching my face, and headed through the door.
I had to save my Dean.
Even if I got hurt doing it…
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I didn't know where I was going.
Usually, I knew because of my driver and my terrific sense of direction, but that was the Impala, and right now, I wasn't the Impala.
I was a human, a woman, who didn't know anything about her environment.
I stopped in front of a mirror, and swallowed as I took in my image. My face was oval shaped, and my hair was wavy, and instead of black, it was a dark brown. I frowned. I would have expected my hair to be black like the color of my home.
I lifted my eyes to see the color, and I gasped. Instead of headlights, my eyes were the color of amber. Amber, I never would have imagined. I lifted my right hand to my face, and I sighed.
Smooth, I had smooth skin.
I smiled, and I saw my teeth were white and straight. I looked down at my body, and I frowned. I needed a covering.
Why did he pull me out of my home without clothes?
I groaned, and turned on my heel, and found the closest room. I froze as I looked around.
I was Dean's room.
I recognized the detail anywhere. I smiled as I saw the guns on the walls, and the pictures beside his bed. I nodded, and moved to the closet, and searched for anything I could put on.
I smiled, as I inhaled his scent. Oh, yeah, I needed help, but after so many years alive in a car, what else was I going to do?
I pulled out a pair of jeans, and slipped them on. I smiled, as they fit, or so I thought. As soon as I took a step, they fell down, and I frowned.
Surely, he had something I could wear. I shook my head, and pulled out a robe, and wrapped around me.
I needed to find something else.
I had moved gingerly through the bunker, careful not run into Sam or Dean or whoever, mainly because I wasn't ready to face them, clothes or no clothes.
I pushed a door open, and looked around. It seemed alright enough, and as I closed the door behind me, I turned on the light.
Several clothes were thrown into the room, and I nodded. I should find something in here. I looked around, and it was as if this was a laundry room, as some clothes were women clothes, and some men's clothes. I smiled as I remembered the red haired girl that came around sometimes.
Carly, no, Charlie, yeah, that was her name. These must have been hers.
I lifted the clothes, and sniffed, and hummed as I realized they were clean, and looked through to find anything I could wear.
I picked up some underwear and jeans, and slipped them on.
I smiled as I noticed they were a perfect fit, and proceeded to gather up a white tank, and slipped it over my head. I nodded, and pulled my dark hair out of my tank, and slid my feet in some socks, and then some boots.
I noticed a leather jacket on one of the hangers, but I shrugged my shoulders. It was too hot for that thing, maybe later, if there was a later.
I turned on my heel, and opened the door.
"Dean, where are you?" I whispered, and left the laundry room.
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