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“Gabriel, don’t do this. We can talk through this.” Sam said to the archangel as they stood on opposite sides of The Impala.
“It’s not like it matters. Dean-o is going to gank me either way! Why not have a little fun first?”
Dean and Castiel ran out from the abandoned warehouse they were chasing Gabriel in, only to have the archangel zap himself outside, where Sam was keeping watch.
“Gabriel,” Dean roared as he slammed open the gate to the parking lot, “If you so much as think about touching Baby, I will-”
“Relax, I’m not here for Castiel.” Gabriel smirked, his golden eyes glowing as he raised his hands towards the Impala.
“NO!” Castiel screamed as he dived in front of the Winchesters as Baby exploded in a blaze of blue and gold flame. A moment later, all that was left of the fiasco was a blue tie, a license plate, and two bewildered hunters.
Sam’s eyes widened, and he grabbed onto Dean’s shoulders before the shorter hunter screamed in rage. “Dean, you’ll be okay.”
“Where’s Baby? where’s my Baby?” Dean was close to tears now.
“The Impala’s gone, Dean.”
“Where’s my other Baby?” he whispered, picking up the tie and the license plate.
Sam paled. Holy crap. He was talking about Cas. “I- I don’t know, Dean. But we’ll find him.”
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Sam half walked, half carried Dean to the bus station, which was a town over. They would have just hot-wired a car, but Gabriel seemed to have made it so there wasn’t a single low profile car on the way.
Dean refused to take another nice car. He said he wouldn’t cheat on Baby like that, not if She was still out there.
Sam just rolled his eyes and guided his delirious brother home.
They got to the station just after midnight, and hitched a bus as close to the bunker as they could get.
Sam pretended not to notice when Dean wiped the occasional tear from his eyes.
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They made it to the bunker late the next night, their feet dragging with exhaustion. Dean hadn’t said a word, and wasn’t about to spill his emotions to his brother.
Dean went straight to his room and slammed the door, the noise echoing throughout the bunker.
Sam wanted to check on him, but he didn’t know what to say. Truth be told, he was just plain awkward.
Instead, he grabbed a beer and a sandwich from the fridge and made his way to his own room, closing the door softly behind him.
Little did they know that there was a newcomer in the bunker, riffling through their books, becoming accustomed to being human, or angel, or whatever the hell they were together.
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"Who the hell are you?" Dean shouted a few hours later, his gun pointed at the figure in the shadows of the library. Dean knew it wasn't Crowley, that slimey sonofabitch was still chained up in their dungeon. It was too tall to be Kevin, and of course, too short to be Sam. But... there was something familiar about the way the figure's hair was tousled with just the right amount of after-sex appeal.
Dean lowered his gun a fraction of an inch. "Cas?"
The figure turned towards him, stepping into the light. He was wearing a worn, black leather jacket, and a faded gray v-neck. "I would very much prefer it," the figure said, taking a heavy booted step forward towards Dean, "if you continued to call me Baby."
Dean's jaw hit the floor. "Ca-Baby? Are you? How did this? Did Gabe-" Dean stuttered, unable to form complete sentences as his eyes caught on Cas/Baby's low hanging jeans.
"If I am understanding all of this correctly," Cas said, tugging off his biker gloves slowly, finger by finger, "I am both the angel Castiel and your 1967 Chevrolet Impala. Only now I'm stuck in this one form, and it doesn't even have a tape deck." He smirked.
"So Cas is alive?"
"No shit, Sherlock. I'm right in front of you." Castiel waved his hand in front of Dean's face, just to prove a point.
"So you're Cas, and Baby? Like split personalities or-"
"I'm starving!" Cas cut him off. "Got anything greasy?"
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