Baby stands up on those still-shaky legs, though they're growing a little steadier, and he gestures at himself again because apparently he didn't speak clearly enough last time. "Baby," he answers again, more emphatically, and pats himself on the chest.

It hurts that Dean seems not to trust him anymore. Dean's always trusted him. He frowns and flicks his gaze back to the blond human. Dean obviously knows him. Baby thinks that maybe, maybe he's given him a ride somewhere sometime, but he doesn't remember unimportant people that well.