"I can't talk about myself with people," Baby replies with a frown. "I'm not supposed to tell people I'm a car." And since he's been a human all of a day, his experience as a human is very, very limited. He's in a bit of a bind, then. How's he supposed to communicate with anybody when the only two things he knows anything about -- Dean and himself -- are topics he's not supposed to talk about?

He looks around at all the people and takes in the smells. It smells like... lots of things. Alcohol and food, mostly. And people. It smells a lot like people.

"At least I can talk to you. You're nice to me. You and Dean are the only ones who are."