Previously on Supernatural...

A cruel smile adorned the god's face as Dean's screams pierced the night. It won't be long now. Another ten illusions' deaths and he'll be begging me to end his suffering.

"I don't like this," Baby remarked.

Sam quietly agreed with her. The storage building was about six miles from the showroom and completely isolated, sitting forlornly in the middle of a large slab of worn-out asphalt. No less than thirty car-women were outside the building, dressed to the nines and armed with small guns. The entire setting felt like something out of a bad movie, right down to Sam, Baby, and Castiel peeking around the side of the abandoned guardhouse like the outnumbered, outgunned heroes they were.

"Dean is inside," Castiel reported, blue eyes staring intently at the dilapidated building. "Only Adonis is with him."

"Everyone must be on the perimeter until the ritual is completed," Sam said as he checked his handgun. "Okay, you two poof inside and get Dean. I'll create a diversion - " He was suddenly cut off by an anguished scream - a scream he recognized his brother's. His blood froze in his veins when Baby's name rang out in the night. "What the hell? Cas?" he demanded, looking at the angel for an explanation.

Castiel's gravelly voice deepened even more, rumbling like a rockslide. "Adonis is creating an illusion. He is - he is killing Baby over and over again in front of Dean."

Baby's eyes hardened in seconds. "Sam, you go with Cas. I'll be the diversion."

"No, Baby," Sam was quick to disagree. "If he's being tortured, you should be the one to - "

She shook her head. "Sammy, you may be the size of a moose and I love you dearly, but you're human. Those are large cars squashed into compact little human bodies. Trust me when I say if one really hits you, she won't just break a few bones, she'll liquify your insides." She pointed to herself. "Now me? I can handle sideswipes and head-on collisions better than you. Besides, if any of the Hot Wheel Barbies get inside while we're rescuing Dean, it'll just be a pain in the ass." Pulling a shotgun out of her back pocket (What is she, one of Dean's anime characters? Sam thought), slotted shells in both barrels and handed it to Castiel. "Can you handle this?"

"I am more proficient with blades, but I can make do." The angel took the weapon from her and expertly pumped the slide. "What about you?"

"Don't worry, I'm fully loaded with all sorts of goodies." Baby playfully slapped her rump before looking to Sam. "Got the ganking goods?" The younger Winchester pulled out two blood-dipped stakes and a short tusk from his pockets and handed them over for her to pocket. Cracking her neck to the side, Baby stepped onto the tarmac and shook out her hands as if preparing to play a piano. Sam almost stepped out with her, but Castiel's hand on his elbow held him back.

"Let her be, Sam. We do not want to be caught in this battle." To Baby he advised, "Aim for their hearts. Or something equally vital."

"With pleasure." Baby waited until they disappeared before facing the women. It killed her to not race to Dean's side, but she had to be practical. She was the only one able to give and take enough damage to put down Adonis' convoy of car-girls, and the last thing they needed was one of the women providing backup to the god. They'd have enough trouble with Adonis as it was.

And there was another, simpler reason for her staying out here. Pure, old-fashioned payback for Sam's injuries at their hands.

Inhaling a lungful of air, Baby cupped her hands around her mouth and bellowed, "Hey you gas-guzzling POS clunkers!" Every head whipped around to see the black-clad Impala cackle as she crowed, "This is where all the soccer-mom vans park, right?"

The insult barely echoed in the air before thirty high-performance engines roared to life. Her reckless smile widened as Baby yanked out two handguns and cocked the hammers with her thumbs, her own revving engine joining the din. "Let's tear it up!" she challenged before shooting across the lot at the thirty angry car-women bringing their guns to bear.

Halfway through impaling the hundredth Baby illusion, Adonis cocked his head to the side. "Sounds like we're about to have company."

Throat sore from screaming himself hoarse, Dean didn't have it in him to shoot back a witty retort. Watching his precious Baby being killed dozens of times had driven him nearly mad with grief. The bodies were still lying across the warehouse floor like so many broken toys, blood streaked and pooling across the concrete, air heavy with the stench of coppery blood and those damn sickly-sweet flowers -

"Dean!" The sound of flapping wings made his head turn to see Sam and Castiel standing on the other side of the magic circle. "Dean? You good?" Sam demanded.

Dean couldn't help the sigh of relief he released at seeing the angel next to his brother. His recent absence had been inconvenient, but he sure was a sight for sore, half-swollen eyes. "I'm alive," he replied as clearly as his tortured voice allowed. "Took you long enough to get here."

"Damn. And he was so close to giving me what I want..." Adonis scowled at Sam and Castiel. "Am I to assume you two idiots are supposed to be the heroic rescue squad?"

"Correct. Now release Dean," Castiel ordered coldly. "Or we shall force you."

"Oh?" Adonis tilted his head to peer behind them. "You and what army, fledgling?"

Lifting one eyebrow impishly, Sam flashed a cheeky smile as the sound of a voice came from outside. The tone was clearly confrontational, but the only words they could discern was, "gas-guzzling POS clunkers." Adonis' eyes lit up with amused interest. "Ah, and that would be your reinforcements, I presume," he said when a series of revving engines sounded off one after another.

Dean was about to demand who was outside, but the words died in his throat when another engine roared to life. He knew the sound of that engine anywhere, but he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Not after the hundred Babys he'd just seen and heard die -

A surge of power seared the stifling aroma of flowers and blood away, replacing it with the more familiar smell of burned feathers and ozone. The smell of an angel unleashing his Grace. The dead bodies suddenly evaporated like mist in the morning, leaving the floor as unmarked as it had been before. "They're not real, Dean," Castiel said, his shotgun aimed at Adonis' head. "Baby was never here. He decieved you."

The sound of gunfire erupted outside, and that's when Adonis made his first move. The guns were yanked from Sam and Castiel's hands before they could squeeze off a single shot and sent flying. Castiel quickly teleported out of sight, but so did Adonis. They reappeared two feet from Dean's feet, the angel doubled over Adonis' fist as blood sprayed from his mouth. The god's elbow came up and slammed into Castiel's back, driving him face-first into the ground hard enough to form a crater.

By this time, Sam had managed to get around to Adonis' back under cover of gunfire and squealing brakes from the fighting cars outside, a blood-tipped stake in hand. He drew his arm back to plunge it into the god's back, but a psychic force rammed into his chest and sent the tall Winchester skidding across the floor.

"Amateurs. Trying to sneak up on a hunter." Adonis spread one hand and lowered the palm in a squashing motion. Sam and Castiel gave strangled gasps as invisible blocks of pressure bore down on their bodies. "Perhaps this is a blessing in disguise," mused the god as he regarded his captives. "Instead of just one soul, I now have two and the Grace of an angel. This should give my spell more than enough power."

Dean weakly tried to reach his brother or Castiel, but the chains were too short and his body too battered to be of any help. Gasping for air as he leaned against the altar, he panted, "What the hell kind of rescue is this?"

"We're trying, Dean," Castiel grunted as he struggled against the force pinning him down.

"Yeah, and doing a bang-up job there, Cas." Turning his head to face Sam, Dean snarled, "And you? What's your excuse for going full stupid this time?"

"You'd rather be the new All-Spark for thirty Decepticons?"

"No, but you could've been a little more subtle about ganking him."

"Had to make a dramatic entrance." His little brother gave a shit-eating grin. "You don't get kidnapped all that often, so I gotta savor the moment."

Dean chuckled. "Bitch."

"Jerk."

"Silence." Adonis flexed his fingers, and all three men groaned at the increasing pressure to their chests. "Enough of this. The moon is almost in alignment, Dean Winchester. What is your - What the?" he demanded just as there was a sudden increase of gunfire outside, followed by the screech of several brakes and a terrific crash. Then, for the first time in almost ten minutes, there was absolute silence. Adonis looked around, face showing confusion and worry. "What's happened?"

"Honest opinion?" Sam quipped. "I'd say it's the very pissed and heavily armed '67 Impala we left double-parked and idling outside. She wanted to play with the other girls before coming in."

"Baby?" Dean struggled to sit up straighter, hope seeping through him like a warm shot of whiskey. "She's really out there?"

The doors flew open with a bang, and eyes went to the figure standing in the doorway like an avenging angel. Sam's face looked ready to split in two from how big his smile was. "Speak of the devil."

With one look, Dean knew knew instantly that this was his Baby. The others had been mere shadows, poorly constructed facsimiles of the beautiful kickass woman now standing before him. Holding what looked like Dean's Purgatory blade in one hand and a shotgun in the other, her windblown hair stuck out like a dark halo around her face. Her clothes bore fresh rips and tears and were spattered in dark blood, and it wasn't hard to imagine her hidden eyes were blazing with fire. When she spoke, Dean's heart swelled with joy at the sound of her voice.

"Hey, I'm here for my three boys. One's got green eyes and a real smart-alec attitude, another's freakishly tall with fluffy hair, and one's a blue-eyed baby in a trenchcoat. You seen 'em?"

Heeeeeeeeere's Baby!

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