Baby: Why can’t you even look at me? I’m still Baby.
Dean: Baby is not a dude. I want to know what happened to my car.
Baby: Here, have a drink. Chill out.
Dean: I’ll take the drink but I will not chill out until I get MY Baby back.
Baby: We’ve been through this…
Dean: Fine, tell me something only Baby would know…
Baby: I’ll give you three examples, big boy. First, you’ve rebuilt me from the ground up, twice. Second, you hooked up with that semi-angel Anna in the backseat of…me as her last night on earth as a human.
*chuckles and smirks*
And, most of all, I know what you did with that cute angel in the trenchcoat in the backseat…*imitates Dean moaning* Oh Cas!
Dean: *ultimate bitchface and silence*
Baby: Secret is safe with me, stud. *leans in close* Also I know you have another handprint scar on your ass.