I know I left this hanging for a bit, but I had this halfway written, and I forgot to finish it. Sorry. Life is hectic, what with me trying to get my Masters and all.

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I thought after a few days with Dean being cured, the man who pulled me out would appear, and put me back in, but instead of him showing up, I was with my boys, getting to know them in a way that I always imagined.

"Thank you guys so much by the way of pushing those soldiers down my throat." I stated, shaking my head, feeling Dean's hand on my shoulder.

Sam laughed, and shook his head. "We were kids, what did we know?" Sam stated, lifting the bottle to his mouth. "Besides, you were the first home we ever had, so…"

Dean bowed his head, and I turned my gaze to his expression, and touched his leg with my right hand. Since our talk a few days ago, Dean hardly left my side, scared that I would disappear, and never return.

I knew he was dependent on me, as I was him and somehow, I knew it was wrong, but I didn't care. Dean was the one who brought me to life, and I loved him.

No, I haven't told him. Not because I couldn't, but because I didn't know how. The moment we kissed a few days ago had been amazing, and a first for me, and yet we hadn't kissed since.

I wondered at one time if it was because he finally realized that I was going to be placed back in the Impala, or if he wanted to 'take it slow' as so many humans called it.

But then I realized, he still thinks of me as a car, his car, the Impala that has always been there. Not the spirit, the woman that lived within, and had yearned for him in a way that made it impossible.

I was just his car.

"Baby?"

I lifted my eyes, and found Sam looking at with a questioning look in his eyes, and I realized how quiet I had gotten. I shook my head, and slowly stood up. "I need some air." I remarked, walking out, leaving them behind me.

I walked, my mind running over the past few days. I realized how much I wanted to stay. I needed to stay. I couldn't go back to being a car.

I was human. I was happy with my boys. I wanted to control my own life, not have someone control it for me.

Before I knew it, I was standing in front of my old body, for how long, I didn't know. "I looked good, didn't I?" I asked, knowing he was standing behind me.

"You still do."

I frowned, and lowered my head. "I'm still your car, Dean." I whispered, shaking my head. My voice conveyed my heartache.

I felt him stepping closer, until he turned, and leaned against my old hood. "You think that?" He asked, folding his arms over his chest.

I nodded my head, and sniffed, letting it click that I was crying. "No matter what has happened, how I came to be or whatever, I'm still the Impala."

Dean shook his head, and grasped my upper arms, turning me to face him. "Listen to me, Baby, you are more than this car beside us." He began, his gaze burning into my eyes. "Yes, I will still love this car, but you…" He paused, lifting his right hand to caress my face, brushing my hair behind my hair. "You are so much more."

I recalled the words he had said to me a few days before, before we kissed. I was more than a car to him. Is this what is called human insecurities? I wanted to ask, but no words would form. The look in his eyes stilled my words, and saw the truth.

He did see me as more than just a car. It was my difficult, stubborn self that was having a hard time understanding it. After all, this was why I became human, wasn't it? I became human so I could straighten him out.

"What am I?" I asked, my words choked in my throat.

He smiled, and caressed my face. I could see the pain in his eyes, but it wasn't from me, no. It was from the thought that I would leave. "You are my Baby." He answered in a husky tone.

I smiled, and lifted my hand to touch his face. "Am I really?" I asked, whispering in a breathless tone.

He nodded, and bent his head. "Always," He whispered, before placing his lips on mine.

Like before, I melted in his embrace, and my right arm wrapped around his neck, while my left remained between us as our bodies merged together.

His hand threaded through my hair, and his other hand held me close, pressing against my lower back. There was no other feeling in this world greater than having the man I loved kissing me in a way I had dreamed of for so many years.

He slowly pulled back, taking my lips slowly for one last kiss, and placed his forehead on mine. "I always dreamed of this." He whispered, and I had to smile.

"Are you pulling a chick-flick moment?" I asked, in a light teasing tone.

He groaned, and I felt his body relax against mine. "Don't tell Sam."

I laughed, and realized how much he eased my tension. I pulled back to gaze into his eyes, eyes that had haunted my spirit for years. "Your secret is safe with me." I returned, watching him smile, and pulled me into his embrace.

~XXX~

It really sucked sometimes that I was left out during hunts, or at least it felt like it, but my mind conjured up the times when they needed me, and vital I was…

Was

What a funny word? My counterpart, the Impala was a vital part. Me, the spirit inside, wasn't.

I traced the picture in front of me, and I sighed. My boys…

The phone they have given me rang beside me, and I smiled as Sam's name flashed across the screen.

"Couldn't live without me, huh?" I asked, in a teasing tone, hiding the pain I felt.

Sam chuckled, making me smile. "Well, I know Dean can't." He responded with a laugh as I heard a slap from the other end.

"What's up, Sam?" I asked, placing my elbows on the table.

Sam sighed. "How are you doing?"

I heard his concern over the phone, and my heart dropped. I wasn't sure why, but it seemed to hurt that they were calling to check on me. "I'm not a baby, Sam."

"No, but…"

"For God's sake, Sam, give me that phone."

I smiled, unashamedly as I heard Dean's voice on the other end.

"Baby?"

My heart skipped when his voice came through. "Dean," I responded, noticing my breath was short.

"We're going to be late getting back. A case has showed up." He explained, and my heart sank in my chest. I wasn't sure how much longer I would be able to stay on the sidelines.

"Where are you?" I asked, hoping he would give me a clue.

"We're safe, Baby." He answered, and I felt my heart constrain.

I swallowed, and lowered my eyes. "Okay, just be careful, Dean." I remarked, hoping they were. "Both of you,"

"We will. See you soon."

I opened my mouth to respond, when I heard the click on the other end, and I knew what happened.

Dean had hung up on me.

~XXX~

There's not much to do in a bunker where the only inhabitants are men. I mean, come on, how many guns do these boys have? I discovered the kitchen in those days they were gone, and attempted to fuel my body with what I could stir up.

I smiled as I poured the fourth, finally, successful batter for a chocolate pie, and spread cool whip on the top. Grateful for the thing called the net.

I heard voices in the distance, and I bowed my head.

My boys were home.

Turning from the fridge, where I had placed the pie, I smiled and left the kitchen, but the moment I stepped in the large library. I held my breath.

There was Dean, withdrawn and walking away.

I opened my mouth to call out his name, but Sam shook his head.

"We're not staying, Baby." He remarked, moving past me.

"What do you mean?" I asked, turning to find Sam sighing, and slowly turning to face me.

"Dean wasn't ready." He explained, bowing his head.

I felt my heart drop in my chest. "Did he…?" I couldn't find the words to my question, but Sam seemed to understand.

"He wants to continue to hunt, but…" Sam began, his eyes conveying the sadness he was feeling.

I nodded, understanding. "I'm going with you." I stated, lifting my hands to stop Sam's protest. "Sam, I don't know how long I've got with you two, but I don't want to spend it in this bunker, baking pies, and waiting for word that my boys are okay." I added, shaking my head.

"She's coming, Sam."

I felt my heart pound when he heard his voice. I turned to find him standing in the doorway with a bag in his hand.

"I need her." He added, and Sam seemed to agree. I didn't hear his response or see him. My eyes were currently glued to the green tormented eyes of Dean Winchester.

I moved towards him, and stopped a few feet from him, wanting to know, but all I could do was wrap my arms around him, and when I heard the bag drop to the floor, I anticipated the feeling of his arms around my body, holding me close to him.

After a few moments, I smiled as I heard the next words. "Did I hear you say pie?"

~XXX~

It was odd.

Okay, no, odd was not the right word. It was strange; nope still not a good word. It was something to be riding "inside" me and yet not. I didn't know how to explain it. All I knew was I was sitting in the back seat of my old body, and I felt…indifferent.

I could feel his gaze at me at times, and I knew he was concerned. I could see it when I lifted my eyes to his those few times.

"Baby, are you alright?"

I jerked my head to find Sam looking over his shoulder at me, and I tried to smile. "Yeah, fine." I answered, with a forced smile. "It's just…" I trailed off, hating that I could find the right word for it.

"You feel out of place." Sam remarked, and I realized he was right.

I nodded, and bowed my head. "As the Impala, I knew what I was, but now…" I trailed off again. Oh, these human emotions were going to kill me.

Sam smiled, and reached behind to grasp my hands. "It's okay." He comforted, and I could see him as I always had, as a rock.

"You are like a rock." I remarked, watching Sam smile, and I heard Dean laugh. "What?" I asked, glaring at Dean via the rearview mirror.

"Nothing," He remarked, and I narrowed my eyes.

"If would have been nothing you wouldn't have laughed." I stated, and Sam smiled.

Dean shrugged his shoulders. "You just quoted a Bob Segar song." He remarked, and I smiled.

"That's what you get for playing nothing but rock music in my radio." I stated, turning my head to look out the window, but I glanced back to see Dean watching me with a light in his eyes, and I smiled.

He was still there.


Please be kind!

I'm going to try to wrap this up in the next few weeks, but who knows how my schedule will be.

Next Chapter: Musical Baby

Until Next Time...