More than Magic

[lovestheimpala]

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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[lovestheimpala]

"No- NO! Let me down. NOW!" Dean snarls. Not this shit again. He doesn't like being carried. When if he was bleeding from fifteen different stab wounds, he still wouldn't like being carried. It makes him feel so awfully awkward and he is violently squirming to get himself free.

[james_kirk]

Oh. Okay. Apparently they aren't ready to go, and the way Dean yells that command makes Baby comply immediately, letting Dean drop to the floor.

"Did you forget something?"

[lovestheimpala]

"No!" Dean's scrambles to his feet and there's instantly a finger in Baby's face. "Don't do that. Stop with the freaking carrying. Do I look like a princess to you?!"

[james_kirk]

Baby just looks interminably sad. "I carry you all the time. I don't understand." English is getting easier the more he uses it. He'd be proud for the longer sentences, but right now, he's just a little bit heartbroken that he's being denied his main purpose in life.

[lovestheimpala]

"Yeah. when you were a car-"

Dean has to pause for just a second and mentally pinch himself to make sure this conversation is actually happening. Is he seriously telling his humanized car that he can't ride him anymore? Is that really what's going on here? Oh man. He is getting way too old for this shit.

"Listen. Until we turn you back into the Impala, you're not gonna be carrying me around. It's that simple. I don't fit inside you, right? So no carrying."

And again he'll try to call for a cab since Baby interrupted that first attempt.

[james_kirk]

Such a sad car here. So sad. Baby has looked forward to carrying his owners his whole life. Now he can't?

Or, rather, not that he can't, but that he's not allowed to. His shoulders slump and he nods. He supposes Dean is right.

[lovestheimpala]

And so Dean drags with him a very sulky car on a cab ride to one of the... lesser dealerships in town. Because it'll be cheaper for him to just buy a cheap used car that might need some tinkering, than to rent one indefinitely.

Once there, he pays the driver and smacks Baby's thigh lightly before jumping out. "Come on. We're getting you a sister."

[james_kirk]

BABY DOES NOT WANT A SISTER!!!!!!!!

He gets out of the cab and stares at the dealership lot and then looks at Dean, feeling betrayed. "I'm being replaced." He understands that concept. He wishes he didn't.

[lovestheimpala]

That seems to be the damn theme of the day, doesn't it? This is the second time he's had those damned blue eyes look at him like he's stabbing people in the back. He's getting tired of it. Sure, one looked like he wanted to kill Dean, and now the other one looks like Dean is killing him, but it's the same freaking thing: They both blame him and they're both making him feel so bad.

He snarls a curse through gritted teeth. "Okay. Okay. So if I borrow a car, will that stop you looking like I kicked you in the balls?"

[james_kirk]

"How long will I be like this?" he decides to ask, instead of answering the question. "Will I be human forever?

This is an important thing that he needs to know before he gives his answer.

[lovestheimpala]

"No!" That's his automatic response. "I'm gonna fix this and get my freaking car back. End of story."

[james_kirk]

"Don't buy a new one," he decides. He'd been prepared that, if Dean couldn't fix him, then it probably would have been best for Dean to get a new car. One that he would let carry him. It still makes him sad that he can't do it, but at least it's temporary.

[lovestheimpala]

"Fine fine fine fine."

So he'll text FDR and ask him if he can borrow a car from work because "the possibly-human Impala is having jealousy issues over me making any sort of commitment to another car and I just don't wanna that fight".

Which means they have to catch another cab to get to that priest Dean was talking about, so the guy can give Baby a look and they can talk lore to see what hell is going here.

[james_kirk]

He's satisfied by that and comes along willingly, though he occasionally glances back in the direction of the dealership. The cars there looked so sad.

"Where are we going now?"

[lovestheimpala]

"We're gonna see an old friend."

That's as much as he'll explain while they're in a car with a stranger.

The visit with the priest goes better than Dean expected, but it's still frustrating because they leave without getting any real answers. There is a part of Dean that wants Baby to turn out to be some dangerous monster so he can kill it and close the chapter, move on to the next hunt. What they get told is that it's definitely not the case, but there's magic all over him-- not witchcraft, however-- and Dean's given a two-page list of names to look up that might have more answers, and species of supernatural sickos to dig up info on.

When they leave, Dean keeps to the original plan and takes Baby grocery shopping, which means another cab ride before they get back to the house with bags and bags and bags of real food.

"You wanna help me cook?" Dean asks once they're inside.

[james_kirk]

These have all been new experiences for him and he's been so excited right up until they got back to Frank's house. There's been so many people and new sights and new smells and new sounds and he's been in grocery aisles because he FITS!

Now that he's home, though, all that energy is crashing and he just sort of sags against the wall. "Need fuel," he says, tone plaintive.

[lovestheimpala]

"Here," he says and sticks a straw into a juice box and hands it to him. He figures... if he's gotta introduce him to food, he'll have to start slow. They'll do chewing after he has learned to swallow.

[james_kirk]

He takes the drink and looks at it, then looks at the straw. And then he's looking around and trying to figure out where to put it. He even lifts up his shirt to search for -- he remembers there was a little hole around here.

Oh, right.

Then he sticks the draw into his belly button.

[lovestheimpala]

Dean stares at him for a moment.

He pulls his phone out before he can really think, snaps a picture, and sends it to FDR with the caption: Look at what this idiot is doing.

Once that's sent, he comes over with a shake of his head and a low chuckle. "You're doing it wrong. You gotta put it in your mouth." And he'll take the box from him so he can position the straw between Baby's lips. "Now suck on it."

[james_kirk]

Into his mouth? Well, okay. He opens his mouth when Dean brings the straw close and then he sucks on it as commanded, but then his mouth gets full and his cheeks puff out and he's not sure what to do with it.

But then his body takes over and swallows it down and he looks absolutely horrified for a moment before he realizes he likes the taste and sucks on it a little more. This stuff is good!

[lovestheimpala]

"Oh my god. Freaking babies have better instincts than you," Dean says with an only slightly exasperated sigh. Of course, babies are born with certain instincts that all living beings have, while this Baby... probably not so much.

"Drink up and come help me make dinner for Frank." That's gonna be his quiet apology because you can't go wrong with good food.

[james_kirk]

"Okay." He doesn't know how to make dinner, but he assumes Dean will teach him. Are they making hamburgers or pie? Those are the main foods Baby knows of that humans eat.

He hasn't yet correlated the shopping trip with what they're about to make, so he just follows Dean to the kitchen.

[lovestheimpala]

Hamburgers or pie are his go-to things when he has a chance to cook, but Dean's a lover of all good food. Not just the standards. If it's tasty and filling, he's game, and on top of that, he also wants to do something special. Just... so people will stop looking at him like the only thing he can do right in life is kill people.

"Here. If you want more fuel." He gives him a little pot of chocolate pudding and a spoon. "You use that to shovel into your mouth. No belly buttons, okay?"

And while Baby hopefully figures out how to eat semi-solids, he'll dig around for a recipe book or something.

[james_kirk]

"What's a belly button?" he asks as he takes the little cup of brown stuff and the spoon. He looks at the brown stuff and then sniffs at it, then sticks his tongue into the cup to taste it.

He works it around in his mouth like a dog trying to get the peanut butter off its tongue, and then he smiles. It's tasty! He almost licks it again, but then he remembers the spoon he's holding and uses that to scoop some out, instead.

Getting fuel is pretty easy as a human.

[lovestheimpala]

"The little hole you were trying to drink out of, moron," Dean calls from his recipe hunt. He searches shelves and cupboards for something he can use. There's frustrated mumbles at first, because it's like plastic dolls live in this house- but then there's a victorious cheer. "Score!"

Dean doesn't know a lot about how real families work, but he knows enough to know that when you find a box full of old recipe cards, they've been held on to for a reason: Whatever's in there is going to be tasty as hell.

So he starts digging through the recipes... and when the "oh my gods" start to come one after another, it's when he finds the section on pies.