Out of touch, out of reach yeah

You could try to get closer to me

I'm in luck, I'm in deep, yeah

Hypnotized, I'm shakin' to my knees

I gotta know tonight

If you're alone tonight

Can't stop this feeling

Can't stop this fire

Hysteria - Def Leppard

Four Weeks Later

Dean lay on Metallicar's chest, looking up at the stars. "You know Baby? I think this is one of the best things that's ever happened to me?"

"What? Finding out your car was a psychotic alien robot from Cybertron?" He chuckled.

"Damn I love how you aren't afraid to admit you're psychotic." She smiled, cupping her servo over him as clouds rolled in.

"I've learned from the best Dean." He chuckled.

"Alright. I'm gonna admit it. I've had a crush on you since we knew you as Baby." She laughed lightly.

"I knew." He sat up quickly, slamming into her servo.

"You knew?!" She turned as rain began to fall, standing up while still shielding him.

"Teenage boys can't exactly control their pheromone levels." He stared up at her.

"So wait. Every time I was a little..."

"I could smell it. Cybertronians have a heightened sense of smell. And human hormones put off a distinctive smell. Us as well."

"Wow."

"I think it's because we're made of metal. And it masks the scents. So we have to have a stronger sense of smell." She then brought him up to her face. "And that I can smell."

"Wh-what?" He looked innocent. She chuckled and lowered him again.

"Oh. By the way. Tell Sammy the next time we go on a hunt and he has gas, I'm personally making him ride in the trunk." He began laughing, making Metallicar smile as she stepped into the building.

"Oi lookie 'ere! We got ourselves a sexeh piece o' aft!"

"Frag. Opi! You didn't warn me the morons were here!" She passed by the green and red mechs.

"Hey little one! Skids and Mudflap got here last night! Sunstreaker and Sideswipe as well." Ironhide's voice echoed through the base, making his creation laugh as she went to join him. She set Dean on her shoulder and walked into the room. She ducked in time to avoid a bullet shell as long as Dean was tall.

"Hey Wheeljack." She passed the inventor and he grinned.

"Ironspark. Ummm. I mean, Metallicar." She chuckled.

"If you're going to blow yourself up then leave the room. I don't want you to take my creation or her charge with you." Metallicar chuckled as she turned and leaped up, pulling herself up to sit on the worktable Ironhide was seated at.

"Come on Opi. Wheeljack's experiments don't always blow up. Remember my favorite cannon?" She unsubspaced the weapon. Dean instantly recognized it as the shotgun from the night they met her officially. "Jackie designed and built it."

"Yeah. I remember that." Dean looked to the massive weapon and blinked.

"So wait. Evil genius over there made this?" The white mech looked up with a grin on his scarred lips.

"Hey. I like that one."

"It fits." Metallicar muttered. "Yeah. He's pretty good. Not as good as my opi and I, mind you. But he does pretty good."

"Compliment me then insult me." Wheeljack chuckled. "At least we know it's the real Ironspark." She laughed lightly and Dean smirked.

"You bet your aft it is Jackie!" Her grin was infectious and Dean found himself catching it.

"So Dean, where is that little brother of yours?" Ironhide butted in. "He said something about wanting to see a real cannon."

"Opi. He was just being an aft. Sammy's just a little out of his element here. Plus he's still coming to terms with Dean's recent... return." She hesitated, looking for the right words.

"What do you mean sparklet?" Ironhide's gaze was now on her, full force. It took everything she had not to wither under the inquisitive optics. As it stood, her resolve held quite well and she sighed.

"Well, you see... Dean recently came back from a four month trip. And none of us really enjoy talking about it." She hugged him protectively and Ironhide frowned. "They have something similar to the pit." She muttered lightly. Her father froze and then looked to Dean.

"I was under the impression that, once an organic expired, there was no bringing them back." Metallicar looked up with a frown.

"There isn't. For some reason unknown to us he was saved by a total asshole of an angel. One who actually knew that I wasn't just another Impala..."

(Flashback)

Castiel strode from the barn, leaving Dean within. He turned to look at the sleek black Impala, his gaze narrowing. "I know you're sentient."

"For Primus sake, warn a girl before you sneak up on her!" She turned, transforming without a second thought. "Especially when she can squish your fleshie aft."

"You wish." He remarked.

"The pit do you want?" She grumbled. This caused him to chuckle.

"You are to much like your master for your own good." She stomped beside him.

"Watch it squishy. He's my charge, not my master."

"I do have a name." He snapped. "It's Castiel." She frowned, fingers toying at a weapon under the edge of her jacket as she knelt.

"Well then, Castiel, I'd suggest ya stay the slag away from my boys. Otherwise there'll be pit to pay." She snapped.

"I cannot do that. He is needed."

"Touch him and die." She growled, intent on defending Dean until her last exvent.

"You claim to be so superior. Yet your thought processes tend to be so primitive." She snarled, the angry rev of an engine accompanying it.

"I don't know who the hell ya think ya are but if ya insult me one more time I will frag. Your. Aft. Up!" She snarled, standing fully upright.

"I am the angel Castiel. I told you that."

"Ya don't look like an angel. Ya look like a hobo." She crossed her arms, glaring down at him. "Now get outta here before I disobey orders and step on ya. And stay away from Dean!" With that she transformed and revved her engine, moving towards the man. He simply glared before vanishing. Dean ran out a moment later, looking her over.

"Oh thank goodness you're alright Baby." He hugged the car and she fought a snicker. Damn he was lucky she couldn't transform in front of him. Otherwise she'd tell him all about what she just did.

(End Flashback)

Dean struggled to stay on her servo as he burst out laughing, causing Metallicar to smirk. "Baby I love you! You threatened Castiel without hesitation!" He calmed considerably.

"Not her brightest moment." Both turned to see Sammy. Metallicar stuck her glossa out, Dean following the action and causing Sam to roll his eyes. "You've been around her to much Dean."

"You're just jealous." He muttered. "You've never had a car as cool as mine."

"And likely never will." Metallicar crossed her arms.

"Says you." Sam muttered. "Dean. We got a call from Bobby."

"Another hunt?" Metallicar sounded excited.

"Just a group of vampires. Nothing new."

"Yes! The Winchesters are back in action!" She grinned before smiling innocently. "That is, if I'm still considered a Winchester."

"Hell yeah! Now transform and let's kick some bloodsucker ass!" Without further comment she transformed, Ironhide turning to look at her.

"I will take Sam. I wish to see these 'vampires' that you fight." Dean grinned.

"Fine by me. Just one problem. How are we getting off the island?"

"Easy. We jack a plane." Metallicar grinned to herself. "But first, we need some energon."

-

Sam stared at the medium sized crate in Ironhide's truckbed. It was glowing slightly blue through the cracks in the wood, leading him to assume that was their food source.

::I really hope ya grabbed the right crate opi.:: Metallicar's voice interrupted his thoughts. ::I don't want to get overcharged again.:: She muttered.

::Of course I grabbed the right crate! This one did not say high-grade, did it?::

::No but it came from Wheeljack's lab...:: Ironhide ignored her in favor of talking to the brothers. The elder of whom was huddled tight to her side. She, knowing his fear of flying, let him, figuring that it didn't hurt anything. She could still transform should she need to.

::So these... vampires.:: He tested the word out, internally grimacing at how it sounded. ::How does one dispose of them?::

"Dead man's blood." Sam spoke nonchalantly.

::Or complete and total incineration. Plus decapitation. But I like incineration.:: Metallicar transformed, relieving her opiluk of the crate so he too could transform.

"You are such a.... pyromaniac." Ironhide spoke after finding the correct human term.

"Part of constantly having to burn remains in order to get rid of vengeful spirits." She lay back, Dean moving to lean against her side. "Primus, I was stuck in vehicle mode for way to long."

"Wish we coulda known Baby. We woulda taken you places where you could have stretched." She chuckled.

"Yeah, that's if ya didn't try to torch me first." She pointed out. "Let's face it, had I not saved your asses from Screamer then ya'd think I was some kind of trickster." She teased.

"She's right." Sam pointed out, sitting by Ironhide and flipping through his dad's journal. "Just be thankful we're not going against another Wendingo."

"Slag yeah! I hate those things. I'm just glad I had a holoform to lure it away from destroying my finish." She then let her head drop. "Fraggin son of a glitch! I just sounded like Sunstreaker!"

"Yeah, you did." Ironhide laughed.

"So where are these vampires?" Sam chuckled.

"That's the funny thing. They're in L.A."

"Ah! The City of Angels! Los Angeles!" She spoke. "Bright lights, big city and stars galore!" She laughed. "It's been to long since we've been in Cali."

"It's also where we last picked up Prowl's signature."

"Then we should find Prowler as well?"

"The sooner the better. Jazz has been moping around base. He can sense him here, but he can't find him."

"Who's Jazz?" Dean asked.

"Prowl's sparkmate." She yawned. "The silver mech that plays the loud music." She spoke sleepily.

"What's a sparkmate?" Sam asked as Dean settled in beside a recharging Metallicar. Ironhide was the one to answer.

"It is what Chromia is to me. And vice versa." Dean slipped, his elbow hitting Metallicar's side as he moved in shock.

"Ow!" He grumbled, rubbing his sore elbow. Metallicar chuckled and tapped Dean on the shoulder.

"We're a little different than ya squishies." She teased.

"I could tell, scrap for brains." She laughed at his jab and returned to recharge, Dean grumbling about bruises before quickly joining her.

Sam and Ironhide only continued to figure the best plan of attack.