Intro ll Mild Aphro
The Impala was used to weird thing happening around him. After all, his owners hunted monsters for a living so it wasn't hard for him to know a thing or two about strange things in the night. It didn't help that he was now a human due to some weird mojo magic, assuming it's from a tricksters doing.
After being used to crashing, burning, being ( Read more... )
After being used to crashing, burning, being ( Read more... )
Thing is, just when you thought you saw it all, when you thought it couldn't get any weirder the place liked to surprise you. Like aliens, for instance. Who knew! And even with all the magicy mumbo jumbo this place uses he still couldn't find a damn way out of here. Oh sure, he found a way outside but that was it. It was nice, sure. Great to finally have some fresh air, but there was no way out of here. The hotel seemingly in the middle of the frigging Pacific... or Atlantic or wherever here was.
So he'd gotten used to seeing weird things. Currenly, Dean was looking for a restaurant or some place that had food, as he'd been at it for awhile, not one to rest until he had answers but even he had to take a break at some point. Passing by a closed door he coulda swore he heard his name, and pausing he strained to listen. Then he heard Sam's name and that was more than enough to get his attention. He hadn't found many people from his own time and place or whatever, but hey he wasn't picky who he ran into unless it was like, Lucifer or something.
Walking up to the door, he knocked swiftly a few times and then opened it to peek his head in. "You called?" He said, unsure really what or who to expect except the person laying on the bed in damn near nothing wasn't anyone he'd ever seen before, so he had no clue how this guy new their names. But really, far be it from him not to help someone in trouble.
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Getting up from the bed, the tattooed pentagrams were branded clearly on his hips and the licensees plate tattoo above his ass was only covered slightly by the shorts. Once Dean stepped inside, he breathed a soft sigh of relief. At least he was okay. "Dean...hey." Baby stated softly, a small smile on his lips though it was obvious Dean didn't know who he was. Guess it's time to say who he was yeah?
"Um, your probably not gonna believe me but...I'm your car. Baby." Baby said, looking over Dean with bright blue eyes as he ran his fingers through his black hair. He was ready to dive from any bullets though if nodded because he knew his hunter well.
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"Hey," he replied, giving the guy a once over strictly to make sure he was okay, that there were no injuries that needed tending to, really, that was the only reason. Dean opened his mouth but snapped it shut the minute the guy started talking again, brow raising a little in response.
"Uh-huh," Dean started, then continued. "Yeah, you're right buddy, I don't believe you." Because really, his car turning into a person? Pfff, right. Logically speaking, if you could even apply logic to this situation, it was no different than say, turning his brother into a car. But that had been different. It was different!
"Let's just get some clothes on you and get out of here, yeah?"
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"Your name is Dean Winchester, born January 24th, 1979 in Lawrence Kansas. You have a little brother named Sam Winchester. Your favorite songs are a tie between "Ramblin' On" by Led Zeppelin and "Traveling Riverside Blues". When you were a kid, you stuffed legos in my air vent back when I was a car and whenever you turned on the heat, they rattled." Baby sated with ease, staring at the hunter with calmness and familiarity.
The former car would move to get some clothes but he wanted Dean to know who he was first and make him believe. It wasn't entirely impossible from him to change. Look at what they were in now.
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And sure, he could chalk half of that info up to shit anyone with a wifi connection could find out. Except the legos. That was something he'd never told anyone, though he suspected their father probably knew, how couldn't he with the way they rattled when the heat kicked on. And both times he rebuilt her -- him? -- he'd kept them in. They were what made that car their home.
Running his hand down his face, because what is his life even, Dean sighed. "Okay, say I believe you, and I'm not saying I do," Though he did even if he won't admit it right off. "A human though, really?" Dean then shook his head and waved the question off. "Alright, now what? And please put some damn clothes on." He had to admit though, not a bad choice for a human body.
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"Wasn't my choice. Someone turned me into this. Been lookin' for you since." Baby said with a shrug before moving toward the closet and opening it up to himself. Well fuck. All there really in this damn thing were sex toys, costumes and a whole lotta leather. Not that he minded it. He used to be leather and he still kinda smelled like it too. Sighing, Baby glanced back over at his owner.
"There's not really clothes in here, per say. Lotta costumes though and leather." Baby said, looking over his hunter for a moment. "Also, I know you have a fear of flying. It's why you drove everywhere..."
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"How long you been here, anyway?" Dean asked as he walked over to the closet to take a look, brow raising at some of the odd colored clothes. Yeah, okay, he wasn't that much of an ass to make someone wear that crap. Though standing where he was he could smell the faint hint of leather coming from the guy -- he refused to call him Baby -- as well as the scent of oil he used whenever he cleaned the leather seats and the dashboard to keep her -- him, jesus -- shiny and new.
"Fine, here," And shucking the button up he was wearing over his tee he paused as he looked up at him, scowling a little as he held the shirt out -- at least it was something. "That stays between us, you got that?" He had an image to maintain after all.
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"About ten minutes." Baby responded with another shrug. H then realized Dean must've been here longer then he as. How his owner acted about the place made Baby think he was here for awhile. More then a month maybe if he could calculate it. As the hunter stood beside him, he started to shift a little where he stood, starting to feel a little hot and Dean was starting to look...well, good.
Snapping out of it, Baby took the shirt with a easy smile and slipped it on with a sigh. 'I know, De. You and your rep." He teased lightly as he shifted again. Damn, what was going on?
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"Damn right," Dean replied with a nod. "Though the ladies do like a little vulnerability from time to time." A little smug grin crossed his face with that, lips twitching a bit moments later at the nickname he hadn't heard in a long damn time and the only one who ever called him that was Sam, but it'd been years. Okay, so he was a little more inclined to believe this guy was his car.
"First thing you oughta know is that there's no way out. Believe me, I've tried. Short of busting through a window and freefalling out of it." Which, sadly, he had actually tried but the windows seemed to be completely unbreakable, not even a hail of gunfire and grenades had budged it. "Secondly, this place is some sort of love motel or whatever. Don't really think I need to elaborate on that one."
Though he had to admit, the more he watched.. ugh, Baby, the more he realized the look actually fit the Impala. Baby had to be just as tough as them, after all, so he thought his human form sort of suited him, in that respect. Not that he'd verbalize that, of course.
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"Wouldn't be surprised. Always having a new card to play with women." Baby replied with a teasing grin of his own. Of course, Baby would know well of his hunter's ways with the females. After all, he spent a lot of times with them in the back of him when he was a car. Hell, the man lost his virginity in the backseat.
"Yeah, I figured considering you're still here. It Sam here as well or...?" Baby asked, cocking a brow before nodding at his words, "The place kind of tells itself that, yeah. Wonder who thought that this was a good idea..." Probably the trickster like he thought before or some fucked up cupid...
"Damn..." Baby then mumbled, shifting in his spot again. "It's getting oddly hot in here." He flickered his eyes at the hunter and lingered a little before looking away and rubbing the back of his neck with a soft purr, sounding similar to the Impala's idling engine.
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"I haven't ran into him yet, but I've ran into Cas and he said he's seen Sam." Of course he also said he'd met multiple versions of himself as well, which he hadn't, thank god. He'd probably punch himself for getting into this kind of mess in the first damn place. "No frigging clue, but I don't think it's Gabriel, doesn't have his stink all over it."
Dean frowned at Baby, then sighed. "Yeah, that's... that's this place. It does that sometimes. Something in the air, I think." The quiet sound caught his attention and his chest ached with nostalgia upon hearing it. He had to admit he missed his Baby. That car had been a constant all his life, the only thing he had that would never leave him, and he'd be damned if he let anything happen to Baby while he was here, human or not.
Making an aborted move forward, pausing and then starting again, he walked up to Baby and lightly gripped his arm. "C'mon, let's get outta here. Clean air might make you feel better." He muttered, making his way out of the room. His grip was firm but not enough to hurt, and Baby's skin was warm beneath his hand. It felt nice. Really nice, actually.
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"Well, that's a good sign I guess. Hopefully, we'll run into him eventually." Baby stated with a nod. Well damn, this place must be pretty powerful if not even angels could get out but then again, the Impala has been involved in crazier things. "Guess it's just done by some warped sex freaks." Really powerful ones at that.
Baby shifted again a little with a pout. "Jesus, this place has it all, doesn't it? Wonder what kind of magic was cases here." The former car stated, looking around the room. Maybe it was coming from the vents but it still didn't stop Baby from feeling it creep around him and make him stare longer and longer at the hunter in front of him.
Cocking his head to the side, Baby watched Dean for a moment before feeling the grip on his arm. Firm but nice. Familiar hand and skin, something Baby was happy to have back. "Lead the way, Dean." Baby replied, unaware of the sudden huskiness in his voice as well of that purr from before laced within it.
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"Yeah, last I heard he was doing okay," And really that's all that mattered. That Sammy was okay, and Cas too. He had to believe that, otherwise he'd go crazy with worry. He hated it whenever they got separated. A soft snort came from Dean at that, "No kidding, the place is riddled with sex crap." Which had him /thinking/ about sex and that really wasn't helping him any.
"Like sand, it gets everywhere." Dean said, pausing as he looked over to Baby and just, stared, cause really, the guy was good looking. He wasn't blind or anything, so it wasn't like he couldn't appreciate another good looking guy. Dean cleared his throat and nodded, green eyes darkening in response to the tone of voice as he hauled Baby out of the room and into the hallway which while it wasn't that much better it at least didn't feel like the walls were closing in on him anymore.
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"Good to know. I'd be worried if he wasn't." Because Baby cared just as much about Sam. Sure, the guy didn't take as much care of him like Dean did nor did he really get a good chance to bond with the younger hunter but still, to Baby, he was important just like Dean. If he was okay then he was okay. At least he hoped so. Baby knew how Dean felt of the two of them being separated.
"Guess there's no way around it." Baby stated, knowing it was a fact because even when he was tugged out of the room, he could still feel it and it didn't help that the tight shorts he was wearing were starting to show a slow hardening cock. Swallowing hard, Baby looked back at the elder Winchester with blue eyes that were going a pretty shade of navy. He always found Dean attractive, even as a car. There was a swell of pride in him when he looked at the hunter...along with a few other things.
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It was only when he turned as he was walking, intending to ask Baby if he was hungry or thirsty or something -- he was a human now -- that he realized he was still practically holding the guys hand and promptly dropped it. Not that he had a problem touching Baby or anything but he wasn't exactly the PDA type of person. Of course now that he'd noticed that he was aware of a lot more than that or how warm Baby's skin felt, how soft.
A lot more aware; like the pretty blue of his eyes that was slowly darkening, the light flush of his skin from the drug in the air and just how tight those already tight enough shorts were getting, able to see the hard line of his dick through them and that had his own twitching in response. He hadn't realized he was staring, but when he did he dragged his eyes back up to Baby's face, to utterly kissable lips and he found himself licking his own before finally looking away.
"We should... get out of the hallway, c'mon." Dean murmured, voice a deep husk, low and thick as he turned and stalked down the hallway. If anything was gonna happen it wouldn't be in the damn hallway where anyone walking by could see them. And now that he had that thought stuck in his head he was abuzz with anticipation.
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When Dean let him go, the former car nearly let out a disapproving whine but he bit it back. He didn't want Dean to notice how much the drug was already affecting him. It was hard to hide it though with his husky voice, his Impala idling purrs and hardening dick. Even though Baby took pride in his large size, it made it hard for him to cover himself and these damn shorts were not helping.
Feeling Dean's eyes on him made Baby look back at him, swallowing hard. The ex-car already knew well of the hunter's body. From driving to him sleeping in the backseat, he knew all the scars, marks and slight curves that were on his body. His hands were itching to hold, to touch the spots that Baby knew that made the hunter weak. Dragging his teeth on his lower lip, pure dark eyes of navy flickered at Dean once he spoke again.
"Alright. Lead the way." Baby responded, a shiver rolling up his spine at the sound of Dean's voice and Jesus, it made his cock throb and shove agaisnt his shorts. Fuck. He bit back any sounds as he followed Dean down the hallway, giving the occasional stare to that ass Baby know well...and liked.
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