A/N: This will be an Ongoing Universe sort of thing, that will make more sense if you read them in order but if you really don't want to then, meh! I don't really care. This is my first Destiel fic though, so be warned... Anyway, I'm not to pleased with this story in general, but I had to do it, after realizing that this other story that I am currently writing needed this story to explain something that comes up later in the story. So, basically this is going to be two chapters (probably) if that's where my brain goes. And it's all leading up to my next story witch will be called (I think) Conventions and Awkward Questions. Unbetad, so review (or message me) if you see any mistakes! Thanks!

"Shit." Dean groaned and rolled over in the uncomfortable motel bed. He slowly brought himself into a sitting position using his arms to hoist himself up. "Sam? How much did I drink last night?" Sam glanced up at him, "Oh are you finally awake now?" I honestly don't know how much you drank. All I know is that it was a mistake and that you need..." Sam dug around in a sack he had lying on the table, "Tylenol" He finished, handing the large bottle to Dean. Tylenol was always on their shopping lists whenever they actually went to the store. Usually the entire reason that they went to the store was just to pick up more of the painkiller. Being a hunter, one had to anticipate that one would get hurt quite a lot, whether it's just a particularly bad headache, or a nasty gash that they got from some demon, ghost, or other supernatural creature. Dean knocked back a few of the pills and put his head in his hands to keep it from spinning. "God.. I'm usually not this stupid. I know how much I can drink before I get too drunk. I don't remember ANYTHING about last night."

It took more Tylenol and most of the rest of the day for Dean to finally recover enough to start hunting the strange jinn that they'd come here looking for, that, instead of stringing you up in a warehouse, it does more of your typical wish sort of thing. But when the brothers walked outside to get in the car, all they found in her space was a skinny, black-haired woman with a black tank top, black leather jacket, black pants, and- you guessed it- black shoes sitting on the curb of the parking space. Oh, she also had a large arsenal of assorted guns, knives, and other general weapons strapped to her back. She didn't seem to notice the fact that they might attract unwanted attention. Finally she glanced up at Sam and Dean standing there staring at her. "Oh, hello boys. Glad you finally found me. It's a tad cold out here don't you think?" When neither of them answered her, she continued. "Oh come on. Don't tell me that you don't recognize me? No? Come on! I'm the Impala!" She seemed pleased with the general surprised reaction that she got from both Sam and Dean. Eventually, Dean spoke first. "What. Did you do. With my car?"

"I am your car, silly!" She smiled faintly at his confusion.

"You aren't my car. My car is a '67 Chevy Impala. Not a... person. Got that? Now give me my car back, or I'll... I'll-"

"Well I keep trying to tell you that I am your car, but clearly you aren't believing me." She dug in her pants pocket for a moment, and pulled out a small green army man. "Here. Do you want this back Sammy? Or..." She reached into an inside pocket of her jacket, and pulled out an assortment of Lego pieces "... These, Dean?" She put all of the toys back into her pockets. She lifted up her shoe to let them see the bottom, on which they saw their initials that they'd carved into the car when they were younger. "Now do you believe me?"

An expression came across Sam's face. "Oh... Oh this is bad, this is very bad. Dean, you were- you were drunk last night? And then there's the jinn, who just HAPPENS to hang around that same bar? The Impala's suddenly human?" The same expression showed itself on Dean's face too now. "No! I'm not stupid, why would I do that? That's crazy. No!" Now Dean looked annoyed, and vaguely angry. Sam raised his eyebrows. "Well, you were drunk. Maybe that's what it does. It gets people drunk enough to be stupid enough to make some sort of wish, all we don't know now is what the jinn gets out of all of this." Dean shook his head absently, finally pulling out his phone and hitting a button before bringing it to his ear and said, "Cas?" He gave the city, and street name, then hung up.

There was a flutter of wings and Sam turned around to see Cas standing there looking slightly worried. "Is there anything wrong? Who's she" Now Cas looked faintly suspicious. The Impala was opening her mouth to answer when Sam answered for her. "She's the car. Dean, being the wonderful idiot that he is, got drunk rand into a jinn and wished that his car was a person!"

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The next few hours were spent, for Sam and Cas, in the little breakfast room in the motel trying to figure out how to change the Impala back to its/her normal car state, and for Dean and his car (to both Cas and Sam's general dismay) up in the hotel room, doing things that were best not thought about. Eventually Cas had decided the best course of action was to go back to the bar to see if they could find the jinn, and maybe talk to it about seeing what they could do with Dean's wish. Cas- in Sam's opinion- seemed somewhat depressed about the whole thing.

After an hour at the bar, which mostly consisted of Sam asking questions about the jinn (or as he asked, the man with thee tattoos covering his face), Cas commenting about 'Slutty Cars' (and looking all in all rather miserable) and trying not to think about Dean and the humanized Impala.

Sam was watching Cas. Seeing him like this, all sad, and well, mopey. It really made Sam wonder about what was wrong. Until he knew. Until it all made sense. The creepy soulful staring, and the personal space violations. Cas not liking any of the girls that Dean flirted with. Getting tense whenever Lisa, or any of Dean's old girlfriends came up for some reason. Oh. Oh. And of course, Sam just couldn't help it. He was on the verge of getting drunk, and his damn mouth decided to just start flapping with a mind of its own "Do you like my brother?" Cas peered at him for a moment. "Yes. Of course I do." Sam shook his head, figuring that he might as well finish what he started, "No, you didn't understand, I meant-"

"I understood what you meant, I just chose to pretend that I didn't to avoid an awkward situation." Cas interrupted in a quiet monotone. Sam persisted. "But... I mean, answering the question... Do you...?" Cas looked at him for what seemed like an eternity. He looked down at his intertwined fingers. Sam decided it was best not to push the subject now, when he seemed so close to answering a question that had been in the back of his mind for way too long now. Castiel gave a slight sigh, and replied.

A/N: Oh, HEHE! I just love being evil, I really do. It's fun. You should try it sometime. I mean, I guess you kinda can get the answer through pure logic, but I mean I could totally psych you guys out. I don't know, I haven't written the next chapter yet! But, I think I'll stick to what I have going on in my head, please like, comment, review, message me, follow, favorite, whatever! Anyway, until next time...