Previously on Supernatural...

"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?"

"You certainly know how to announce yourself, Baby," Adonis patronizingly remarked as Baby swiped Dean's blade clean of blood on her jeans before sheathing it down the back of her jacket. Pumping the slide of her shotgun, Baby aimed low as she took long, easy strides inside the warehouse. The Winchesters instinctively flinched, but Adonis merely laughed. "And ballsy, just like your owner."

"You want ballsy? Try this: Let my boys go, or I'll empty both barrels in your boys."

"Seriously?" Dean hissed through gritted teeth, his legs drawn up to protect his own crotch. "Who the hell threatens to take out the crown jewels?"

Sam chuckled through his grimace. "Your Baby, that's who."

Adonis indicated Castiel with a careless wave of his hand. "You include him as one of your boys? He isn't human."

"No, but he's family all the same." Her eyes flitted to where Sam and Castiel were pinned, noting that they had no serious injuries with a exasperated snort before turning her gaze to Dean. Her eyes widened slightly at how bloody he was, silently asking if he was all right. He gave a cocky grin to reassure her, and his heart swelled when a barely audible sigh slipped through her relieved smile.

Adonis' expression quickly turned conceited. "Looks like you had more than a little fun with my lovelies." His words made Dean look closer at the damage to Baby's clothes. There was blood caked on her jacket, bullet holes riddling her jeans and sleeves, and more blood on the gray T-shirt she wore. That's a lot of blood, he thought with worry. Please don't let it be all hers.

"Well, we did go from zero to NASCAR in about five seconds," Baby stated. "Playing high-speed chicken is tough enough, but add guns to the road rally and it really starts getting wild." Her lips pulled back into a bloodthirsty smile. "Gotta say, your girls got tinfoil nerves and suck at shooting. Me on the other hand? Not so much."

Adonis donned his own cruel smile. "Perhaps you underestimate them."

Dean saw another figure stumble through the doors behind Baby and yelled, "Baby, behind you!" She quickly spun around and emptied both barrels of her shotgun into the other woman's gut. The other car-woman doubled over but still managed to raise a gun and fire. Blood exploded from the Impala as she was knocked off her feet with a scream, falling face-first to the ground like so much dead weight.

Dean's breath froze as she crumpled in a heap. He smelled coppery blood amid the lingering hints of burned feathers, all he could do was stare in horror and think, Please be another illusion, please be another illusion, please don't be dead...

"Baby!" Sam screamed. His hand stretched out pathetically towards the unmoving form, while Castiel was likewise struggling against Adonis' hold to get to Baby's side.

"Then again..." Adonis' lips pulled even wider apart. "Perhaps you should've made sure all of them were dead. Eh, Tanya?"

"Did you see that, Adonis? Did you see?" Tanya gasped, voice charged with excitement as she hobbled inside. Dean recognized her as the green-clad woman who'd backhanded him earlier. Blood flowed from her gut wound and stained her green power suit, but the light in her eyes was fervent. The gun dropped from her hand as she reached out to clutch his sleeve like a greedy child demanding attention. "I shot that bitch dead!"

Those words broke through Dean's stupor. "NO!" he yelled, straining against his chains so hard he almost dislocated his wrists. "Baby, get up! Get up, please!" But the girl didn't move.

"Enough." Adonis made a motion and Dean choked in pain, feeling his bruised ribs crack from the pressure against his chest. "She is dead. Accept it and - "

"Don't...kill me off just yet."

Adonis and Tanya spun around, their smiles melting like cheap plastic as they watched Baby struggle to turn over. Sam laughed in relief at the same time Castiel called out, "Are you all right, Baby?"

"I got shot, Cas. What d'you think?" asked Baby rhetorically. She clutched her freshly-bleeding right shoulder and scowled at the blood welling through her fingers. "Son of a bitch. Another bullet hole in my paint job, but I'll live."

Thank God, Dean thought, closing his eyes in sheer relief. Thank God.

"Impossible!" Tanya exclaimed. "I shot you!"

"In the shoulder, sweetheart." Baby used her right elbow to prop herself up and pulled out Dean's ivory-gripped Colt with her left hand. "Want someone dead? Aim for the heart or head."

Tanya's eyes grew crazed with rage. "Why won't you die already!?" she screeched, lunging for the prone Impala.

"And now you run towards a gun? Idjit." Baby didn't even blink as she double-tapped Tanya between the eyes. The other woman dropped in mid-leap and didn't move. "You wouldn't last one day in the family business." She slowly clambered to her feet, tucking her arm around her bloodstained stomach with a wince. Her eyelids suddenly fluttered as she shuddered violently. Dean thought she was going to collapse, but she quickly steadied herself and brought her gun to bear on the god. "By the way...don't expect another high-heeled Hyundai to stroll through those doors. I put down everyone outside with a bullet to the heart or a blade through the neck."

Dean proudly snickered at Adonis. "I knew your Decepticon bitches couldn't ice my Bumblebee Baby."

A flash of pain crossed the god's face before he regained his pompous smirk. "Baby, let's talk about this..." He started to step forward, but a shot to the ground in front of his expensive shoes stopped him cold. His hands rose to pacify. "Aren't you happy this way?"

"Oh suuuuuure," Baby drawled sarcastically. "What's there not to enjoy? I cage-fight with Rachel, I go Fast Five on your bitch brigade, I feel like I'm about to cough up a muffler - geez, I'd hate to see what happens to the cars who aren't happy. Oh wait." Her mouth formed an O as she appeared to have an epiphany. "I have. They're lying in the Valence morgue."

Adonis started to raise his hands, but Castiel suddenly shouted something in Enochian. A tongue of fire burst to life on Adonis' sleeve before he could defend or redirect. He yelled in shock and hurriedly patted out the flames.

"He's distracted!" Dean yelled. Yeah right. Like going pyro on his suit is really gonna make him screech to a stop. "Take 'im down, Baby!"

While Dean's encouraging shout boosted her self-confidence, Baby had a realistic understanding of her present situation. Sure, she'd taken down the thirty car-women outside with limited difficulty, but the cost had been high. She'd burned through most of her fuel and almost every loaded weapon in her trunk. Plus, she'd only beaten her fellow cars because they had been overtaken with anger and God-awful shots to boot. Adonis was completely in control of his emotions, fully rested, and packing some serious magical powers. This fight would not be as easy a win as her last battle.

Then again, I am a Winchester, she thought dryly as she ejected her empty magazine, yanked out and loaded another full clip, and trained the weapon on Adonis. Gods forbid we should actually catch a break. "Let's dance, assbutt," she challenged the still-smouldering god, her grin turning reckless. "Catch me if you can."

Adonis raised his hand to cast another spell, but Baby was already in motion. Her engine revved as loud as thunder as she shot across the floor, opening fire on Adonis. The god teleported just as quickly out of harm's way and paused again to cast a spell. But since Baby was moving as fast as fast as if she had flipped a nitro switch, he didn't have time to finish before needing to dodge another rain of bullets.

None of this was helping slow the rate of deterioration to her insides. Quite the opposite, in fact. Her muscles trembled violently from the pain radiating from her core in alternating waves of white-hot and ice-cold, and her bones creaked like ill-kept axles. She was moving at a little over half her normal speed and only losing energy, her body protesting every dodge and drift.

From the calculatingly smug look on his face, Adonis clearly noticed her difficulty. "You're not running on all cylinders, are you Baby?"

Angry at his words, Baby screeched to a crouching halt and steadied her trembling arm to take another shot. It winged his shoulder and brought a smile to her face. "Still got enough horsepower to kick your - "

A force slammed into her, driving the air from her lungs and knocking Baby off her feet. Her tumble was halted by her back hitting the warehouse wall with a dull whump. Stars burst behind her eyes as she frantically tightened her grip on her gun. If she lost it, she would really be in trouble.

A foot stomped down on her wrist, making Baby scream in pain as the pressure ground into the bones. "Hard to go full throttle when your innards are breaking apart," Adonis chuckled darkly, yanking the Colt away and casting it aside.

Her lungs were burning with a now-familiar ache. "Don't haul me off to the junkyard just yet." Baby purposefully coughed black smoke into Adonis' eyes and tried to yank out the blood-dipped stake from her pocket.

The smoke didn't even slow him down as he plucked the stake from her fingers. "Myrrh branch dipped in boar's blood? Someone's done their homework." Crimson flame turned the weapon to ash and released a cloud of bitter perfume that made his nose wrinkle in disgust. His hand trapped her other wrist to keep her from digging out another weapon. Baby kicked out with her legs, but he took her abuse without flinching. "I don't understand. Why do you protect them? They don't care about you."

"They've saved me from the scrap heap and rebuilt me from the ground up. I'm their home, and they're my family." Baby's voice went cold as blizzard-chilled chrome. Her words were strong even though her voice quavered with weakness. "Nobody hurts my family if I have anything to say about it."

"But I've given you human form! I've given you the love of a god!"

"You only wanted me after you changed my chassis." He clearly didn't understand her unchanging heart, and Baby almost - almost - felt sorry for him. "They love me because no matter what I look like, I'm still their Impala."

Well and truly angry now, Adonis sounded like a child throwing a tantrum because his game didn't make any sense now. "I gave you everything!" he screamed.

"But it's not enough."

From the way his face contorted with rage, that was obviously not what he wanted to hear. His free hand clamped around her throat, slammed her back against the wall, and lifted her high above his head. "You know, you're just not dying fast enough for my liking." There was a crazed light in his eyes as his grip tightened around her neck. "Let's remedy that, shall we?"

You tell him, Baby!

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