hellfighters | More than Magic

Once upon a time, there was a species of supernatural beings who liked to watch over the ones with deep desires in their hearts. If they were good, they would grant them wishes, and help them on the way to finding true love and happiness.

In the old days, they were so loved and revered that stories would be told of them. But the fairy godmothers, as they were known amongst those who held them dear, grew to be more and more presumptuous about the wishes of their wards. In short, they got cocky and more and more of the granted wishes backfired. It got so bad that people stopped loving them, stopped telling stories about them, and when they finally stopped making wishes to them the species started die out. Without the wishes giving them the power, there was nothing to keep them in existence.

But of course, some stories alive and there was always the occasional wishes dropping in from little children that had yet to stop believing, so a few stayed a live. A handful at first, then only a couple, and finally just the one.

The very last of the fairy godmothers is a mess to behold.

He's fading, there's no doubt of that, and his once gloriously sparkling gown hangs in tatters. His beautiful mane of silver and cream has lost all luster and is falling out by the handfuls. His wings barely function anymore, and he's generally had one too many hits of Mumbo Jamma Juice. Bothering with wishes isn't really a thing anymore. Occasionally, he will come across something that catches his attention enough that he uses the last drops of his power to try to grant it.

Sadly, he rarely gets it right.

Like when he comes across this semi-young hunter with a plethora of the most sore and sad wishes in his scarred and broken heart. The hidden longing for love and family and home, reminds the fairy godmother so much of the princesses he used to cater to thousands of years ago, that he can't resist the need to want to bring just those things to the hunter.

Except, again he gets it wrong. He gets those wishes all garbled up and can't differentiate between love and home and safety, and he thinks the best thing he can do for this one called Dean is to turn his beloved car into a human. And the face the old fairy picks, is the first one he can pluck out of what lies in Dean's heart.

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From:

bigvessel

"Yeah." FDR mutters, watching the way the guy grabs Dean's hands and makes him touch him again. "Totally a baby." He wasn't buying that at all. But there was one thing he knew for certain. "He likes you."

Except for the occasional glance and the very blatant 'bad' comment, he hasn't paid much attention to him, it's all been focused on Dean.

"Where'd it even come from?" He muttered, turning away from the scene on the bed to walk over to the window, pulling up the curtain to look out like he expects to see some hint out there. But there's nothing out of the ordinary except...

"Hey, did you move your car?"

From:

lovestheimpala

Dean lets out a little chuckle at what he thinks has to be some sort of game. He lets that carry on as he thinks through every book and lore he's come across in his life, and makes mental lists of what he needs to send on to the one back home so he can look through the archives and find answers. FDR's words sink onto that list. Dean, too, has noticed that this is mostly him and not so much about the one whose face has been stolen.

"Maybe it's some replicant spell gone wrong-"

What?

He jumps up and runs over to the window, only to let out a horrified gasp when the car is gone. "I didn't!"

Still, could it be they don't remember where he parked? He runs outside and jogs up and down the parking lot in search of it. "THEY STOLE MY BABY!"

From:

james_kirk

Which incites some panic in Baby because Dean's leaving and he doesn't want to be alone with this other person (who is somewhat scary), so he runs out after Dean.

And since he's outside, he stands in the parking stall where he's supposed to be and shifts impatiently while he waits for Dean to come back. He's not supposed to go anywhere without Dean.

When Dean does come back, Baby shakes his head. "No. Here," he says, and gestures for Dean to look at him. "Here."

From:

bigvessel

So, apparently all the action is outside, and he saunters out behind the other two, leaning against the door frame as he watches Dean frantically jog the parking lot. He knows if Dean didn't move it, it's not there. He's got an absurd memory for details like this, it's part of why he's so good at his own job. But he knows better than to say any of that to Dean.

"Relax, I'll call it in. Unless it's hidden in a chop shop somewhere, I'll help you find it." He offers, hand already pulling out his phone when the other guy starts making noise. And it's not the words that really catch his attention, but the fact that he's standing exactly where the car had been parked. Seems like an odd detail for someone with a one-word vocabulary to know. "Or maybe you can ask the clone over here what happened to it."

Like a distraction while someone jacks Dean's car. But honestly, FDR doesn't know why anyone would go through the trouble. It's a cute car, but hardly that important to anyone who isn't Dean.

From:

lovestheimpala

He notices that, too. The car vanishing and some copycat showing up, and that guy knowing exactly where the car was parked- It's all too much at once for it not to be connected somehow.

So he strides up to the one in the parking spot and again he's grabbing him by the shoulders, but this time it's to shake him. Gone are all worries about spooking him.

"You better start talking, and I don't wanna hear any more of this code bullshit! Who are you? What hidden level of hell did you come from, and what the crap did you do to my car?"

From:

james_kirk

Baby is visibly upset now, but he endures the shaking, making no move whatsoever to push Dean away or get the man's hands off of him. Dean has every right to put his hands on him wherever he wants.

Words are hard, but Baby wants to communicate. He scrunches his face, thinking very hard before he opens his mouth. "I'm Baby. I'm car. Your car."

How do humans do this talking thing so well? There's so many words to remember!

From:

lovestheimpala

Dean stares at him for a few seconds, face frozen in shock.

"UNbelievable!" He snarls after that and shakes his head before shoving his way past the guy and back towards the hotel room.

"Make sure dick face here doesn't go anywhere," he snaps at FDR.

Dean has to go call Sam and do some yelling and get some answers.

From:

bigvessel

"Hey. Watch the face insults, asshole." He mutters, stepping out of the doorway so he wasn't interrupting Dean's angry parade back inside.

And he leaves Dean to his business before making his way over to the guy claiming to be a fucking car, and he grabs him by the leather collar, "C'mon. I look like a...leather daddy in that." And he tries to pull him towards his own car even as he turns on his phone and makes a call to Bothwick to run and find Dean's plate number, something he already has conveniently memorized, with the sat tracker. Doesn't hurt to see if its still out there somewhere so they can call bullshit to this. But, hell, FDR doesn't know fake weird from real weird, so as far as he's concerned...this is somehow within the realm of possible. Sure.

From:

james_kirk

As soon as the weird, blond human tries to move him, Baby protests. Loudly. "DEAN! BEING STOLEN!" he yells, putting the rest of his energy into staying in that parking spot by digging his heels in and trying to squirm away. He is not going with a stranger! Strangers are bad!

"BY ASSBUTT!!" he elaborates, as soon as he remembers the words for it. This guy is definitely an assbutt.

From:

bigvessel

He's getting a headache and it's growing stronger by the second. And he has a lot of opinions on an insult like assbutt, but for his own mental health he's just going to let it go. What he does do though is grab the guy roughly by the shoulders.

"Look." And he's just short of hissing. "You can not stand in the god damn parking lot. Do you know what happens to idiots who stand in the road? They get hurt."

And he thinks about the way he reacted to the cut, so he grabs his arm and pinches him hard. "You feel that? It means you're squishy. And it doesn't take much for squishy to go out bug on the windshield style. So at least move over to the sidewalk, okay? I'm not taking you anywhere."

And he's still on the damn phone. And that's going to be a weird conversation to explain. So he gives his face-twin a pointed look before pointing at the sidewalk before he's taking a few steps away so he can get Broswick to quit asking questions and laughing and tell him that he can't find the damn car anywhere.

Well. That's an interesting bit of information that he's not going to share with Dean just yet.

From:

james_kirk

Baby glares at Assbutt's back. What a jerk. His arm hurts where Assbutt pinched him, so he rubs at it while he looks over at the sidewalk. Why would he go on the sidewalk? Cars aren't supposed to go on the sidewalk. Everybody knows that.

Assbutt is both a jerk and stupid, Baby decides. On the plus side, he's not being stolen.

He's also not moving from his parking spot, though. This is where Dean put him and unless Dean tells him to move somewhere else, he's not moving. He's a good car. He stays put where he's supposed to. He's going to sit right in the middle of this spot and wait.

From:

bigvessel

...Seriously? Did his whole squishy speech just get ignored? "Oh I almost hope someone comes by and runs you over." He grumbles.

But honestly, he can't leave him like that because he'd hate it if something did happen before they figured out what they were dealing with. So, he grabs him easily by the back of his collar-it was a mistake to sit down, hot wheels, because now he's got height on his side and there's nothing but asphalt to cling to- and starts to yank him back and toward the damn sidewalk.

Dean owes him for this.

From:

james_kirk

There's a lot of indignant and panicked flailing that happens and more screams of, "BEING STOLEN! HELP!"

There really isn't anything for him to grab onto, though. All he can do is latch himself onto Assbutt's arm and PINCH HIM FOR ALL HE'S WORTH. He learned that from you, jerk. Drink your own medicine!

From:

lovestheimpala

Dean's in the middle of a "WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY ASKING IF HE LOOKS LIKE THE CAR?!" style of rant (while Sam is caught between laughing his ass off and trying to read through ages of archives in the hopes of finding anything like this) when he hears the crazy commotion outside and peeks through with window.

... only to see the.. uh.. twins(?) fighting. If this wasn't turning into such a shit storm, he'd laugh at FDR's attempt to drag the other one onto the sidewalk.

"Sam, I gotta call you back," he says and hangs up before walking out there.

"Hey. What the hell are you guys doing? I walk away for not even a minute and you're fighting? STOP it." Man, he hates it when they force him to sound like the old guy.

From:

bigvessel

"Oh you son of a bitch." He grits his teeth against the assault, but it doesn't stop him from dragging the frustrating little shit over to the sidewalk, where he promptly lets go-and kind of harshly at that.

There's a second where he eyes his arm, red and angry and scratched, but that's a love bite compared to what he's used to, so it's easy enough to ignore and turn his frustrations on Dean.

"You. You fix this shit before I toss it in front of a train." And he's storming past Dean to go inside, done with babysitting duty. "I just wanted to get laid!" he shouts before slamming the bedroom door behind him.

Yeah, this has officially crumbled apart to a bitch fit.

From:

james_kirk

"Assbutt," Baby murmurs petulantly, pout firmly in place as he slowly picks himself off the sidewalk. His mood changes from petulant to ashamed when he sees Dean.

Dean is angry. Baby has been a bad car. Baby is sorry. He doesn't want Dean to be angry with him. Dean's always been angry at everybody else, but very rarely at him.

He doesn't want to be left alone under a tarp forever! He wants to tell Dean that he's sorry, but what actually comes out of his mouth is: "Assbutt started it."

Edited Date: 2016-01-20 07:40 pm (UTC)

From:

lovestheimpala

"No, listen-" Dean starts as FDR is storming towards him, but he's not stopping to listen and Dean gets turned around to follow the one throwing the bitch fit. "Baby, just listen-" and then he gets the door slammed in his face.

"Perfect." He just wanted to get laid, too. He didn't want this either.

Then there's that quiet voice behind him that goes Assbutt started it and Dean groans.

"No!" There's that finger in the new guy's face. "Stop that! Don't call him that. He will throw you in front of a train and I can stop it. If you want help, you better behave and.. be NICE! And stop saying that freaking word. That is not your word-"

Dean freezes, then it's his turn to grab the leather collar to pull him close, and he snarls. "How do you know what word?!" Because there's only one person who uses it and if this is some angel bullshit, he's gonna fry all those winged sons of bitches.

From:

james_kirk

Baby makes a strangled noise and wonders why everybody keeps hauling him around like this. He's supposed to move people, not the other way around. Unless he's out of fuel. Sometimes, that happens.

"Cas," he replies, which was always the name Dean had given the angel. "Gave him rides. Heard the word." Three-word sentences! He's getting better at this. It's hard, though, converting thoughts into words that make sense. Choosing the right words to describe what he's thinking.

"Remember?" Dean should know this. Why doesn't he know this? "I'm Baby." He feels the need to stress that after Dean called Assbutt 'Baby'. Assbutt is NOT Baby. Baby is Baby!

From:

lovestheimpala

"You know Cas?"

Oh, he's one step away from summoning the feathered freak to get some answers. But if he can avoid that, and avoid the endless string of questions that Cas would point out, that'd be ideal.

"If I take you back inside, are you gonna behave?"

From:

james_kirk

Baby sighs and rumbles unhappily. Being inside is weird. He's not sure he likes being inside. Assbutt is inside, too.

"My parking spot," he says and gestures to the vacant space where the Impala once sat, trying to indicate that he'll wait here because that's what he always does when Dean goes inside.

From:

lovestheimpala

Dean lets out a tired sigh before he grabs "Baby" by the arm to drag him inside. "C'mon."

Once inside, he points to the bed. "Sit there. Don't be a dick. I've already got one of those."

He walks over to the bathroom and knocks before pushing the door open. Dean won't walk inside, though. He'll lean against the door frame and slip his hands into his pockets. "Listen, baby. I swear she doesn't mean a thing. You're the only girl for me," he teases.

From:

james_kirk

Baby rumbles again, frowning and wriggling unhappily from where he's sat on the bed like he's supposed to. "Not Baby," he emphasizes, pointing at the door. Then he points at himself. "Baby."

How many times does he have to say this? Dean has a terrible memory. He should get that checked. Maybe Cas can fix him.

From:

bigvessel

He swallows a few advil from where he's standing in front of the sink and mirror, and doesn't bother to look immediately at Dean until he's finished.

"Look. I can do the whole....chopping off vampire things. And the whole witch hexes, and other freaky shit. But, Dean. He has my face. Why the hell does he have my face?"

And he can hear the petulant whine on the bed and he rolls his eyes. "What are you gonna do with it?"

From:

lovestheimpala

"I dunno. Maybe he's some shapeshifter-like creature but he's a little simple and a little scared, and he thought I wouldn't go straight for the kill if he looked cute?"

He's still teasing (halfway) but then its time to turn serious. "Look, Frank. I don't know why he looks like you, but he does and that means you're part of this. Whatever happened, whatever's going on, it's about both of us. So... just stick around, okay? We'll figure it out, but I need you to keep your cool."

From:

bigvessel

"Is this your way of asking me to stay around and hell you babysit?" Because...it works. For the most part. He'd never turn Dean down when he needs help.

"You do know though, that I have a real job? Like the one with a steady paycheck and a boss that will ground me for a year if I just disappear? So, whatever this is, if it doesn't have to be dealt with here, we need to take it LA."