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:

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.

From:

lovestheimpala

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

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

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?"

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

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."

Edited Date: 2016-01-25 01:25 am (UTC)

From:

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!

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

james_kirk

"What's going on?" Dean has him both concerned and curious. Little pieces of paper sometimes have really bad things on them, in Baby's experience, so he comes over to rest his chin on Dean's shoulder while he peers at the things Dean is reading.

Baby can read. A little bit. He knows what the road signs say. This is... not a road sign.

From:

lovestheimpala

"We're making cherry pie. That's what's going on," Dean says and licks his lips. "You know Cherry Pie, right?" That's almost a test. Baby is not Dean's car if he doesn't know that song.

From:

james_kirk

Oh! Yes. Baby knows that song. So he starts singing and dancing around with his pudding, swinging his hips as he spins around on the kitchen floor:

"She's my cherry pie,
cool drink of water,
such a sweet surprise!
Tastes so good,
make a grown man cry,
sweet. cherry. pieeeee!"

From:

lovestheimpala

Yes! YES! DEAN IS SO HAPPY WHEN BABY STARTS SINGING!

He grins at him and has absolutely no shame about singing along at the top of his lungs and shaking his ass all around the kitchen while he digs out the ingredients he needs to make said pie.

And when the signing ends, he's going to go over to the FDR's sound system and put on the greatest hits of mullet rock as loud as it'll go. A bit of background music to help them concentrate. Just a to get back in that feeling of being just him and the car on the high way. And you better believe he's gonna sing along to every single one while he cooks.

From:

james_kirk

Baby sings right along with him. He knows the lyrics as well as Dean does and he takes Dean's dancing as permission to dance more. Dancing is fun! He doesn't have to think about it. His body just moves on its own with the beat.

He still manages to do what Dean tells him to do, though, which maxes out in complexity at about the level of "hold this for a sec". Still, he's helping, right? He's helping! Helping is fun!

And he feels better now that Dean is happy, too.

From:

lovestheimpala

By the time the playlist is over, the pie is cooling, the stew is simmering, and Dean actually feels kinda great. He's a little hoarse from the shouting, but that's a price he'll gladly pay.

"Hey, if I grab a shower, are you gonna be okay on your own?"

From:

james_kirk

"I'll wait for you," Baby promises. He always waits for Dean, doesn't he? So he sits himself on the floor and prepares to just wait right there with infinite patience.

From:

lovestheimpala

He stares at Baby on the floor and shakes his head, sighing even if he's a little amused. His car is adorable.

"I got a better idea. Go sit on the couch. Got a treat for you."

While Baby moves, if he does, Dean's gonna go turn on the tv and the console underneath it and put on GTA. He brings the controller over and hands it to Baby. "Here. Play with this. Just play around with the buttons until you figure it out- But don't break it, okay?"

From:

james_kirk

He hops up at the command and plunks himself down in the middle of the couch, waiting while Dean pushes buttons on things he doesn't know about. But then the magic box turns on and wooooooooooooooow. Colors!

He takes the controller and experimentally pushes buttons. "Thank you!"

And by the time peoplecome back to check on him, he's going to be running over grandmas and doing stunt jumps with a semi.