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

"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.

From:

bigvessel

He's gotten Dean's text messages through the day, and the one about a car actually made him feel like a bit of an ass, because he should have thought about that and had something arranged. But, he'll make up for it by having Tuck bring a car over a little later, when he can take it without pissing anyone off.

The rest of the texts and pictures just reminded him there was a two year old running around in his body, and honestly, if it wasn't for the idea of coming home to Dean, he would have found an excuse to stay away. A new case, needed to run out and gather intel, didn't know when he'd be back. It was the kind of lie that was as easy as breathing.

But he hadn't.

So he steps into the house and the smell hits him first, knocks him back to memories at Nana's. And his house never smells like Nana's. He makes a point of making sure it doesn't.

And Baby is playing his game, and if he spent any of his damn money he was going to be pissed! But the house is in one piece so...so he lets it slide for now.

"Hey, B." No. He's not calling him Baby out loud. So he'll have to settle with a letter.

And then he's heading straight toward the sound of running water.

From:

lovestheimpala

If he's coming to check on the one in the shower, he'll walk in on Dean singing "...in the darkest depths of Mordor, I met a girl so fair.
But Gollum, and the evil one crept up and slipped away with her, her, her....yeah..." and so on, and grooving to his own tune while soaping up.

From:

bigvessel

There are some moments where he can stand by the door like a damn stalker and listen to Dean sing until he's wrinkled, today isn't one of those though and he knocks on the glass of the shower and waits for Dean to notice he's there.

From:

lovestheimpala

... he didn't just let out a high-pitched startled cry. Nope.

And at least when he turns around, he can tell them apart just by the overly polished look that is FDR.

"I'll be out in a minute."

From:

bigvessel

He raps on the glass again with an amused smirk, but doesn't outwardly tease him for the sound. It's moments like this, where it's easy to catch Dean off guard that makes him a little nervous for the man's safety, but at the same time...well, he's a little relieved Dean's not as fucking paranoid as he is.

"Yeah." He answers, and he'll leave Dean to do whatever it he wants to do, and go check to see how badly Baby screwed up his game.

From:

james_kirk

Baby doesn't know what he's supposed to be doing in this game. There's shouting and screaming and gunfights and Baby's busy stealing some kind of hatchback so he can make a getaway from the cops.

He's got his tongue poking out the side of his mouth while he concentrates on the game. He hasn't even noticed Frank.

From:

bigvessel

He shakes his head at that face and is more than tempted to shove his tongue back in his mouth, but instead he turns toward the screen. He's not exactly sure how a car is good at playing video games, but...well. Baby seems to be doing easy enough, so he shrugs and settles in to watch him.

From:

james_kirk

There's definitely not a high-pitched startled cry as soon as the couch dips. Nope.

Baby whips his head around. When did Frank get there?! "Hi," he manages, but then he turns to face the game again. He doesn't know what this is called, or what's going on, but he does know that chaos is fun. "I'm evil!" he chirps as he opens the door of the car while passing a pedestrian at high speed.

Then, he cackles.

From:

bigvessel

He smirks slightly at the surprised greeting, but doesn't distract him further from the game. If there's one thing he understands, it's getting lost in a video game for a bit.

Or really really into it, and his brow arches at the cackling and announcement.

And he...he really hopes it's all just being caught up in the moment and not some weird twist on whatever spell is happening that makes Baby homicidal.

Maybe he shouldn't let him play the game.

From:

james_kirk

"Do you want to play?" he asks, glancing over at Frank briefly. He can't take his eyes off the road, after all. Mainly because he's zooming down the highway and dodging traffic like a pro while three cop cars attempt to keep up.

From:

lovestheimpala

Dean's right up on top of the stairs when he hears Baby asking FDR if he wants to play. So he decides he's going to linger upstairs for a little bit longer and stay out of sight, and let the two... warm up to each other. That's good, right?

From:

bigvessel

FDR arches a brow and glances down at the controller before looking back at the television. "Nah."

Sorry, B. But just having that face is competitive enough, he doesn't need to drag in anything else with it. And he has a dangerous competitive streak, a wild, overblown, streak where he doesn't stop until he wins, or the building is on fire, or he's hurt himself enough that he can't even move. Seriously. All of the above have happened before.

From:

james_kirk

"Okay." He's fine with that. He's having fun, anyway, and he still doesn't understand what he's supposed to be doing in this game, only that what he is doing is fun.

Also, he refuses to be the human. Every time he gets booted out of the car somehow, he immediately climbs into another one. Doesn't matter what it is. He just wants to drive around like a maniac. "Dean made pie," he says at random. "For you."

From:

lovestheimpala

Those would be the magic words that have Dean jogging down the stairs to interrupt a conversation that shouldn't happen.

"Who's hungry? I'm starving! Food's probably ready, right?" And then he proceeds to pull dishes and cutlery out of drawers and cupboards with a lot of noise. No one heard what Baby said, right? Good. Let's move on.

From:

bigvessel

"Yeah?" That's about as far as that conversation gets before Dean is there, and FDR's happy to let it end there. For the moment anyway.

Don't think he doesn't know you can't take a dish out quietly, Dean. So he stares at the screen with a smirk until it settles down.

"What'd you make?"

From:

james_kirk

Baby doesn't see any reason not to answer that. "Dean made stew. I held things. I even got to stir it once." He sounds a little bit proud of himself, as if this is some kind of accomplishment.

"He made it from a little box in the cupboard." That might be important information somehow. Little boxes are usually important.