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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[james_kirk]

It might be embarrassing for FDR, but dancing around is making Baby's mood improve to something more resembling happiness. Once the song ends, though, and he's been completely oblivious to some of the leers and looks that have been sent his way, he realizes that Dean would have liked to have been here and he feels bad for leaving. He's been a bad car.

Making his way back to the table, he sits down and frowns at Tuck. "Do you think Dean is going to be mad at me? I was supposed to wait." He has no idea what that beer is or that it might be for him, so he only spares it a glance.

[bigvessel]

Tuck shrugs and nudges a drink in Baby's direction before pointedly taking a sip of his own. "Doubt it, really. He's probably a little distracted with FDR. And...he never told you to wait." Just, pointing that out.

[james_kirk]

He looks at the beer and looks at Tuck, and then mimics the action, taking a sip of the beverage before he nearly chokes on it before he looks at the label. So this is what Dean likes to drink? Beer? There's been boxes of it in him before. It doesn't taste that good, but he'll drink it anyway.

"He never tells me to wait. I'm supposed to wait anyway."

[bigvessel]

"It's an acquired taste." Tuck mutters, its hard not to recognize that face of dislike. Even though it's someone else, that face is still that of his best friend.

"Well, he might need to start treating you differently now. But, soon as you're ready, I'll take you."

[james_kirk]

"I'm afraid he doesn't like me because he already has one of me." He still doesn't really understand why he looks like Frank and why Frank looks like him and the only real explanation he has right now is that they're the same kind of car that's been turned into a human. Which means Dean already has another Impala-human, or whatever he is.

"I've always been with a Winchester. I'm not sure what to do if he doesn't want me anymore. What do you do when your owner doesn't want you anymore, Tuck?"

[bigvessel]

"Already has one of you? What the....the mustang?" And he gestured toward the street with a shrug, "That's not it, mate."

And he takes a long sip of his beer at that question. Because he shouldn't be able to make parallels to Katy, but he does anyway. "Well. That's-that's um." Nope, another drink. "I suppose you move on. Eventually. You go pursue your own interests and you do your job and you just keep going."

Sorry, he's not exactly positive about that divorce yet.

[james_kirk]

"What? No, not the mustang. That's-- That abomination is beside the point. I mean Frank. I look like him, I sound like him. Or he looks like me. I don't know. But that means he was an Impala before, right?" Follow his logic here, Tuck. Baby's not crazy.

He also doesn't like the idea of moving on. The Winchesters have literally been his whole life. Dean was conceived in Baby, which sounds weird, but is fact. Baby's been there for nearly every pivotal point in Dean's life. He wants to be there for every pivotal point to come, too.

"Maybe that's easy for you because you're human. I'm a car. I've only got one purpose. I've only got one interest."

[bigvessel]

...That's terrible logic, Baby and it the judgement shows on Tuck's expression.

"FDR has always been FDR. He's never been a car. He was always human." There, he's said it three different ways for you, Baby. Pick up on one of them please. "What happened to you, it isn't normal. Cars don't turn into people. And for whatever reason, you took on FDR's features when you became one."

And he shrugs at the rest. "Well, 'til they can figure out how to turn you back, B, sorry to say, but you're just about as human as they get."

[james_kirk]

Don't judge, Tuck. Baby's only, like, a day and a half old, okay? He's still a little simple.

"So... we're not the same." Now he doesn't know what to make of that or why he's identical to FDR. Or Frank. Or whatever his name is. So he looks like FDR for... reasons. Unknown reasons. Okay.

He scrunches his face up, confusion evident. This is not helping his understanding of the world.

"I just have to try to fit in for now, then. Am I a weird human? How do I be more human?"

[bigvessel]

Yeah, sorry, Tuck doesn't have any answers. This shit is something he's just recently learned and he's having a hard time swallowing any of it. But he can't ignore that Baby is pretty much an identical twin of his only sibling friend.

"Mm. A little weird. Don't worry, some people are human their whole lives and never quite get it right."

[james_kirk]

"I think you're pretty good at being human," Baby says with a little smile. Tuck has made him feel a little better, despite all the uncertainties he has. "Do you wanna dance? I like dancing."

He doesn't realize that asking someone to dance is something a little different than strictly casual.

[bigvessel]

"Well. Thank you. That's. ...Flattering." It's not often he's told he's a decent human being after all. And he chuckles at the strange sincerity in it before taking another swig of his beer.

His brow arches at Baby and he shakes his head. "Not exactly what most people do here." Pool. Drink. Darts. Dancing will call too much attention to them, and well. Baby's done plenty of that already.

[james_kirk]

"Oh." He sounds a little bit disappointed and he looks around at all the other people before he shrugs. "Do you want to go get Dean?" A normal person would ask i they should get back home, but Dean is Baby's home, so that's all he can relate it to.

"He might be worried."

[bigvessel]

"Sure, whatever you want." So Tuck finishes off the rest of his beer and digs his keys out of his pockets, "Let's head back if you're ready."

[james_kirk]

"Okay. Let's go. Thanks for talking with me, Tuck. This was nice." Even if there wasn't enough dancing and classic rock.

He stands up and pushes his chair in and chugs down the last of his drink before he heads for the door. Beer is kinda good!