Hello Baby -Dean-x-Human!Impala

                                      
Authors note: Human!Impala will be based on the characteristics of Jack Harkness (John Barrowman if you prefer) also Baby will be male since it is one of the main fandom ideas which we all have desired... Take the hint... Dean is totally Bisexual.  Enjoy.
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Dean had always desired what it would be like to meet the Sexy Impala in Human form, he always pictured her sharp figure as seen in car form of how the Chevrolet Impala should be, his imagination seemed to wonder sometimes, wondering about what features she would have as a human. If he had to be picky, preferably black curly hair, blue crystal eyes, pink puckered poppy lips, olive skin and however her figure decided to shape itself, he wasn't picky about shapes and sizes he loved them all the same.

One day, Dean had arrived back to the bunker, he had to walk back, alone. Since Sam had gone out, he wasn't totally sure where he went but he sort of wished Sam had come back because Sam had taken the Impala without permission. Without permission!, surely his brother would know not to even touch the Impala since Dean would definitely kick his ass into next week if anything happened to Baby. He couldn't wait for Sam to get back so he could give him his word.

As he entered the bunker being slightly pissed at Sam, he walked into the main part of the bunker with the long table that stretched out across the whole width of the room, he stopped. Just in front of the staircase above him which rounded the room nicely. Although Dean was about to pull out his phone from his jean pocket to ring Sam to see where he was with his baby, then he just frowned.

His vision zoomed in about 50 percent, pupils dilating as he was looking over by the other side of the table,  pulling out his gun out from his jacket and pointing it to a man who was sat comfortably at home with himself on a chair that tucked into the long table in front of him. Dean noticed the man's posture was quite relaxed, his legs further apart than he would have liked, giving Dean that stare. Why was he looking at him in that way? Did he know this man?

'Not at all interested' Dean thought to himself. He had seen that stare a good few times, he tried to ignore it as much as possible to not give out any indications and try to be innocent about it.

The man shrugged both arms out to his side happily, "Heya Deano, hows it hangin'?" He asked casually with a thick accent, that smirk caught Deans eye again, his teeth bright white and his lips framed his mouth sharply, Dean then remembered he was loosing track of thought and he had to speak up quickly as he felt the mans gaze on him.

Dean was taken back, wincing at his introduction as his voice replayed in his mind like a tape recorder, "Hey to you too, who the hell are you?" He was subtle as he had to be with such a casual guy, he didn't look the type to be a danger to... or maybe that smirk would be a danger if he kept pulling it. This was certainly doing something to Deans reputation.

The man continued to smirk, pulling at his collar so it would stand around his neck making his facial structures more sharp and his eyes a deeper blue against the dark shade of black he was wearing for a coat, "Well I'd say Impala but you prefer me by the name of 'Baby'" He winked at Dean, his blue eyes glistening through the light, really seeing the different shades in his eyes.

Dean scoffed shaking his head- more like shaking off his thoughts about this man he only just met- but lowering his gun, "You're not my baby, what are you doing here?  What do you want from me?" Dean snarled looking at the man who was expectedly the Impala if he was telling the truth, he certainly had the sharp features Dean was wondering about but that wasn't the point, surely this wasn't the Impala.

The Impala wiggled his eyebrows and leaned forward on the table, "You're cute when you're flustered. Sit down, we can talk it out!" He suggested confidently, this guy really wasn't messing around, his one eyebrow indicating that intensely.

Dean wiped his eyes with his spare hand and then continued to wipe down his face as he tried to let it sink in, he licked his lips resting his gun on the surface of the table "Why should I believe you're the Impala? You're a dude for crying out loud!" He felt his arms flop to his sides as though it took soo much effort to speak up to the 'Impala'.

The Impala scoffed, leaning back on his chair, "You have my word. And c'mon, I've seen the way you look at Cas! Don't deny it Winchester" Exclaimed the Impala, pointing out the obvious, Dean stared into space with the Winchesters famous bitch face. Dean had to make reason to believe since this man knew about him and Castiel. Who didn't?

Dean gulped hard, sinking into the chair beside the Impala, he squinted his eyes gradually inspecting the Impala, the features, the whole look of him. He certainly carried on the good look that he cherished in his car but he couldn't exactly say that out loud, his no homo part in his mind had triggered, harshly putting, "Why do you look like this if you are my Impala?" He asked as if implied to be an insult but the Impala wasn't going to take no as an answer and the biting of the lip which gave him another idea.

Deans body seemed to be reacting differently to his brain, his brain knew deep down the truth of the situation, some how he was blocking out how he felt. Just like with Castiel. Yet Castiel hadn't really been in touch with the Winchesters as he had 'Angel' business to take care of.

Then the Impala spoke again, placing a hand on Deans leg, "I get around Dean, with you in side of me. My best interests are you, how I look is based on what you wanted me to look like" The Impala's eyes flickered from Deans green eyes to his leg, squeezing his leg.

The Winchester narrowed his eyes. For a second his mouth parted not saying a word feeling the intensity of the situation. They didn't say anything for a few moments and then something clicked in Deans mind. Starting to not buying it, "Get off me!" He shoved his hand away and stood up again, starting to pace around the table.

The Impala smiled at Deans sour taste to avoid any sign of homosexuality he may have. His eyes latched onto Dean as he paced around, he pulled out from under the table and placed both feet onto the table, stretching his legs out in front of him as he lifted one leg over the other on the table, folding his arms across his chest, "Sup Dean, all those times stroking my body making you uncomfortable?" He asked, teasing Dean. That grin again.

Dean pouted his lips looking away from the Impala, he kinda did make him uncomfortable but he was starting to see how this man could be the Impala, he soon turned back to him, eye brow raising, "What are you doing here? How come you're suddenly human?"

The Impala thought for a moment, staring at Dean blankly. He clicked his tongue in his mouth and replied, "I was brought here by that archangel, he said something like I should enjoy my humane ways while I can until he's ready to send me back"

Dean scoffed, rolling his eyes. "And you never thought to tell me before?"

The Impala shrugged again. Dean sighed heavily, "Alright..." He scratched the back of his head, "So what do you want to do?", Dean chuckled as he waited for the Impala to reply, wiggling his eye brows at the Impala in suggestion.

End~Laurenthebumblebee.