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I watched from a few feet away as Sam injected the needle in Dean's arm, and stepped back.
I felt eyes on me, and I turned to find Castiel looking at me with a knowing, yet questioning, expression. I tried to smile, but I couldn't. How could I? I didn't know if this was going to work.
I wanted Dean back, but I knew when he did, back in the car I went, and goodbye to knowing my boys, knowing him, in human form.
I knew the simple, straightforward explanation to Sam wasn't going to cut it after this, but I didn't want to drag it out, because what was there to say?
One minute I was wishing I could cry after hearing Dean call me just a car, and the next thing I knew, I was flesh and bone, able to walk and talk.
I didn't know how long I was going to be in this form, and it didn't matter. I had tried to explain to Sam, who seemed to take it for the moment, but didn't tarry, too long on the subject when there was something more pressing to consider.
Dean…
We wanted him back. That much we both understood, even if we didn't get to know each other as humans.
"He pulled you out, didn't he?"
I turned my gaze to Castiel, and studied his face, vaguely noticing Sam had turned his head a fraction before bowing it, waiting for my answer and for Dean to wake up. "Wha…?" I asked, but my words were cut short when Castiel lifted my right hand, and showed me the markings on my wrist. Markings I vaguely remember receiving when I felt the knife in my door.
"He pulled your soul out of the Impala to save Dean, didn't he?" Castiel asked once again.
I swallowed, and slowly nodded, pulling my wrist from his grasp. "How did you know?" I asked, turning my attention back to the still unconscious Dean.
Cas studied me, and his gaze could have burned into my soul. "Dean knew." He answered, causing me to finally smile.
"He knows his Baby." I remarked, turning my head to gaze at the angel.
Cas lowered his eyes a fraction, and slowly nodded. "He does."
I nodded, and turned to step closer to Dean. "I don't know much." I began, feeling Sam and Cas' eyes on my back. "All I knew was he hurt me when he called me just a car, and I wanted nothing more than to help get him back, because that was not my Dean." I began, turning back to them. "Next thing I know he pulls me from my home for the past thirty years, and tells me I can help, and that I had to." I stated, watching them carefully.
Sam's face filled with questions, and I wanted to answer him. God knew I wanted to answer him, but before I could, I heard a groan behind me.
I turned, and watched as Dean's head lifted and his eyes, filled with the blackness of the demon, slowly disappeared, and the soft green eyes I knew well, caught mine, and I knew.
Dean was back. My Dean was home.
~XXX~
I didn't stick around after they had untied him. I knew there were still answers, but I couldn't give them. I just couldn't.
I stood in front of my home, or where I had resided for the past thirty or something years, and sighed. I remembered the day I came to life, and the day I wished I could be human.
"When cars are built, if they are built correctly, they are able to carry a soul." I began out loud, sensing someone behind me. "I was born the moment a young man climbed in the driver seat, and touched my steering wheel with such love and kindness; I wanted to stay in his possession for the rest of my life." I continued, turning to face the one who had entered the garage.
"Cars have souls if they are treated with respect and care." I continued, touching the hood of my residence. "We can't talk, not like humans can, but we provide comfort and pleasure, as much as we are able." I added with a smile.
"You have been with us for…" Sam began, lifting his left arm out.
I nodded and smiled. "I wanted so much to speak to you both for so long." I began, shifting my gaze to the wall. "How is he doing?" I asked, wanting to know. I had to know.
Sam sighed. "He won't talk to us." He answered, after a moment. I watched as he took a tentative step towards me, and I lifted my head, slightly to gaze into his eyes. "Will you try?"
I heard the plea in his voice, and my heart tugged in my chest. Slowly, I nodded. "I'll try."
~XXX~
I was relieved when Sam didn't ask for more answers, because frankly, I didn't want to answer them. All my mind could focus on was Dean, and how much I wanted him to be alright.
I knew it would be a long road back to the Dean he was before, and that the Mark was going to continue to work on him, but I knew his love for me, or my shell, would return.
I frowned outside his room, and closed my eyes. He loved the Impala, but me? I was nonexistent in his eyes, so of course he wouldn't love me. Until today, the boys never even knew about my soul.
I lifted my hand, and gently knocked on his door, hoping that he wouldn't turn me away. I heard a gruff noise from inside the room, and I froze when the door opened, and Dean, wearing the same red shirt as before, stood on the other side, staring at me.
"Baby,"
My heart skipped in my chest at the name he had given me, and I wanted to smile, but I couldn't. I lifted my right hand to the room, and he nodded, allowing me to enter his private quarters.
I looked around, and frowned at the changes made in only a few hours. "You've changed the room." I remarked, shaking my head.
Dean nodded, and moved around me. "It's not a home anymore." He remarked, moving to stand in front of me.
I shook my head. "Dean, this is the first home you've had in years. Don't throw it away." I stated, wanting him to believe it.
His eyes narrowed, and my heart calmed to a cold stillness. "How could I consider it a home, after everything I've done?" He asked, his voice breaking, and yet still hard.
I felt my shoulders deflate, and I bowed my head for only a second. "You remember everything, then." I replied, softly.
He nodded. "Yeah," He returned, backing away. "I remember attacking you and Sam…" He threw his arms out, letting his frustration blow out around him.
I stood in my position, wanting to help him, but I didn't know how. I'd only been in human form for only 24 hours, what did I know about it physical contact?
He turned and focused on my face, and I saw the questions I had seen in Sam's eyes appear in his. "How did I know it was you in the hallway?" He asked, stepping back towards me. "How did I know?"
I let my mouth lift in a small smile, and I sighed. "Because I'm your Baby, Dean, always have been, since the moment you sat behind my steering wheel, and turned the key to bring me to life." I answered, tilting my head to the side.
He swallowed, and I could tell he was struggling to believe me.
"I've always been there when you needed me, Dean." I continued, stepping closer to him. "When you needed someone to hold you, I was there. Not in the conventional way, but I was still there." I shrugged my shoulders.
Pausing, I tried to think how to phrase my next words, and I smiled. "I was able to talk one night. To you," I added with a nod of my head to Dean. "Remember,"
Dean lowered his eyes, and smiled. "The night I made the deal," He whispered, nearly choking on his words.
I nodded, and bowed my head. "I was able to reach out to you that night, and I never forgot." I added, sadly.
Dean swallowed, and stepped forward, until we were only a few breathes apart. "Baby…" He began, as I saw the pain on his face. "What I said before…" He began, but I held up my hand.
"I know, Dean. You weren't you. I…" I paused, swallowing. "I understand that."
He shook his head. "You have never been just a car to me, Baby." He returned, lifting his left hand to brush some strands of hair from my face.
I smiled, and leaned into his touch, craving it, as I always did. "I know, and you've never been just a driver to me." I responded, watching him smile, but it didn't reach his eyes.
"After everything I've done, attacking you and hurting Sam, how could you both ever forgive me?" He asked, choking lightly at the last word.
Emotion was never a fine point with Dean. I knew that. I felt it every time he would climb into my driver seat, and let it all out. I smiled, as best as I could, and lifted my left hand to his face, stroking the skin I remember feeling a few hours before. "Because it wasn't you," I answered, letting my thumb run over his roughened cheek. "It was Mark controlling you." I added, watching the torment form in his eyes.
"I let it control me, Baby." He returned, and I could feel him trying to retreat back into his shell, but I couldn't let. I wouldn't.
"No, you didn't, Dean." I returned, shaking my head. "It caught you in a small moment of weakness, and you fought it. YOU fought it." I stated, emphasizing on the word you to make my point.
I could tell he was still struggling, and my heart leapt in my chest. "You broke through when the demon side tried to hurt me. Remember?" I continued, lifting my right hand to his chest, feeling the muscles tense then relax underneath my touch.
He closed his eyes, and I could tell he was remembering. "You were my Baby." He whispered, finally opening those green eyes I loved so much.
"I still am, Dean. Always," I whispered, feeling my eyes fill with water once again.
He searched my eyes, and I felt my blood run hot at his gaze. I had often seen couples gaze at each other like this, and I had always wished to be on the receiving end, but never had I imagined my wish would come true, especially with it being Dean.
His head began to bend, and I waited on painted breathe, as my lips opened slightly, waiting, wanting the touch I had craved for years.
His lips touched mine, and I melted, if that was proper term for someone who had spent her life inside a car. His fingers threaded inside my hair, pulling my head closer to his, until there was nothing between us, nothing but a small fraction of air.
His lips moved over mine, in a gentle fashion, mainly because he knew I was somewhat new to this, but I was learning. Oh, was I learning.
My body was on fire, and my left arm wrapped around his neck while my right wrapped around his waist, and I could feel and hear him moan just before we pulled back.
My eyes opened, and I focused on him, as well as I could.
"That was better than I dreamed." He whispered, smiling only a fraction.
I returned his smile, and nodded. "Way better," I returned, stroking the side of his face.
"I don't think I'll ever look at you the same way again, Baby." He remarked, solemnly, running his fingers through my dark tresses.
I bit my bottom lip, and I nodded, hiding the pain that tugged at my heard. "Neither will I, Dean." I returned, and I could tell he read my pain.
Dean shook his head, and pulled me into his embrace, and held me so tightly, I could barely breathe, but I didn't care. I was here. In his arms, and that was all that mattered. I could feel him. Actually feel him, I could hold him, and by God, I was going to do that until I was put back inside the Impala once again.
"Don't leave me, Baby." He whispered, brokenly, and I realized how much he did need me.
I smiled, sadly, grateful he couldn't see my face, and dipped my face into his neck to place a swift kiss there before answering. "Never, Dean,"
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