Mr. Crowley, what went on in your head?

Oh, Mr. Crowley, did you talk to the dead?

Your life style to me seemed so tragic

With the thrill of it all

You fooled all the people with magic

Yeah, you waited on Satan's door

Mr. Charming, did you think you were pure?

Mr. Alarming, in nocturnal rapport

Uncovering things that were sacred

Manifest on this Earth

Conceived in the eye of a secret

And they scattered the afterbirth

Mr. Crowley - Ozzy Osbourne

(You already know where this is going... I know someone who's been waiting for this for quite some time now. Also, here's where the real story fully begins. No more chapters of filler. {C.M.})

Metallicar awoke and groaned, sitting up as she registered the soft form underneath her holoform. She looked down and her optics widened as she pushed off the sleeping figure. "Mmmmmm, Baby." He muttered sleepily, causing her cheeks to burn bright blue.

"D-Dean?" He sat up suddenly and grabbed the desert Eagle from his pocket. "Oh, it was a gun. Guess ya weren't happy to see me." He glanced to her and smiled.

"Morning Baby."

"Good morning Dean." She stood and stretched.

"Finally you two are awake. Metallicar. Decepticon activity, Northern Colorado. Move now!" Her holoform vanished and she transformed, catching a box that Ironhide threw at her.

"Grenades?" She grinned.

"Wheeljack's own mixture."

"Yes!" She turned and grabbed Dean. "Come on. Sammy and ya can help."

"Do you think that wise sparklet?" She rolled her eyes.

"Opi, ya've seen them hunt." He nodded. "Plus, if Dean's even close to getting into trouble Cas'll show."

"You want to use me then?" She turned and smirked.

"Better than ya moping around base because ya can't keep Dean." Aformention man grinned as he stood on his guardian's shoulder.

"I will not help you fight."

"Fine then chicken. Stay here with ya mopey self." She transformed, Dean landing in the driver's seat.

"Metallicar, I do not think it wise with Dean's illness." Ratchet reprimanded. The two sighed and the door opened.

"I forgot. Sorry Dean. But Sammy and I'll kick some 'Con aft for ya." He smiled.

"Thanks Baby." He walked over and stepped into Ratchet's hand, sitting as he watched his car leave, picking up Sam as she headed for the plane. "Hey Ratchet?"

"Yes?"

"I need your help with something." He looked down at the human.

"I already know where this is heading." He sighed. "Alright. I will aid you."

-

Metallicar sat on Starscream's back, his wing broken as she grinned. Several other Decepticons were struggling to get to him as she laughed. Starscream himself was living up to his name as he screamed for help.

"You're cruel to him." A purple haired woman spoke as she stood by her feet. Her brown eyes locked on Metallicar and she grinned. "Which is what he deserves."

"Agreed." She leaned back, making the Decepticon howl in pain. "So what's your name?"

"Just call me Hysteria."

"Nickname?"

"Hell yeah!" She grinned. Metallicar nodded and scooped her up. "Okay, this may sound odd but who the heck is the shorter black one?"

"My opiluk, Ironhide."

"Cool. Lovin' the cannons." Metallicar looked to her back and took note of the sniper rifle on her back.

"So ya a hunter?" She nodded.

"Yeah, my car's past these guys. It's why I stopped over here." She then turned. "Does he ever shut up?"

"No."

"Shit." The hunter fell back in Metallicar's servo. She took note of the headphones and listened closely, hearing Joan Jett's I Love Rock N' Roll.

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-two."

"You any good with that little thing?" She merely grinned.

-

Optimus dodged a swing made by a vehicon before Barricade put a bullet through his helm. "Optimus, behind you!" He aimed but a human bullet flew past, slamming into it's chest and hitting a weak spot in the armor. It tore through and shot straight through the spark.

"Nice shot Hyst!" Metallicar cheered. Sam stared in shock.

"Hysteria?!"

"Sammy!" She waved with a sly grin. He turned and shot one of the Decepticons in the foot, hitting a wire and causing him to collapse. In the same moment a bullet slammed into his optic, causing him to go blind. "Score two!"

"You're a damn good shot kid." Hysteria simply grinned.

-

"So Dean." Castiel began. "Your car?" Dean shot him a glare.

"You're treading on dangerous territory there bud." He snarled.

"I was merely wondering why she never showed you her true form. Maybe she did not trust you?" Dean smirked.

"Actually she trusts me with her life."

"And why would you think that?"

"She fell asleep a lot with me at the wheel. She let me fix her after that semi almost totaled her, and let's not forget the fact that she trusts me every time it comes to a tune-up. I'm her mechanic, her charge and one of her best friends." He growled. "And I'll be damned all over again if that's ever going to change!"

"Dean?" He turned to see Metallicar's holoform in the doorway. She smiled. "It'll never change. Now come on. Jazz is throwing a party tonight. And you're invited."

"Hell yeah." He stood and walked over, Ratchet shooting a glare at Metallicar.

"Relax Hatchet. He'll be fine." She narrowly avoided an Autobot sized wrench before grabbing Dean. "Time to run!" They took off, Metallicar dragging Dean to her alt before fleeing the scene.

They reached the decorated rec room and Metallicar transformed, holding Dean in her servo. "Hey, Hatchet said I'm already taking well with the energon again. Though it'll still be a little before I'm able to fully live around it again." Metallicar smiled.

"That's great news!" She cheered, hugging him a bit.

"Yeah. And Cas isn't happy." A smirk graced her lipplates.

"I didn't expect him to be. That means you're staying with us." He nodded and she set him on the floor. "So when does the party start?" She yelled.

"Right now!" Hysteria leapt off Jazz's hand and onto the button of a large orange and red sterio. "Hit it Blaster!" The music pounded through the speakers, lights flashing as several other bots entered.

"Bob!" Metallicar yelled. Not a second later she was attacked by a large black purple and yellow insect looking bot. It began to lick her face and she started laughing. "Down Bob, down!" She managed through her laughter.

"What is that?" Dean asked as Sunstreaker and Sideswipe walked up to him.

"That's Bob. He's Sunny's pet Insecticon." Sideswipe explained, earning himself a hit upside the helm.

"Don't call me that." Bob tackled Sideswipe next before walking over to Dean and staring down at him.

"Ummm, hi." His brother walked up behind him and up to the Insecticon.

"That's one big bug." He voiced. Bob seemed to grin before picking Sam up and hugging him. "Dean!" The older Winchester just laughed as the bug carefully took Sam to Sunstreaker, setting him in his servo.

"Thanks Bob." He joked before setting Dean on Crosshairs shoulder as he passed.

"'Ello there Dean." He grinned.

"Hey Cross." Metallicar chuckled and looked around.

"Where's Optimus?" Dean asked. His guardian focused on him and shrugged.

"Prime's usually don't party. But Hysteria managed to convince Optimus to come. He is her guardian after all."

"Yeah, why is that?" Hysteria asked, hanging from a string of lights.

"I believe that is the reason." Everyone turned as Optimus and Ratchet entered. Both transformed as the others did, engaging their holoforms. Bob merely moved to the side and lay down on Sideswipe's alt-mode. "Now, I think the party can begin."

-

Metallicar downed her seventh cube of synthetic high-grade, smirking at Crosshairs and Ironhide. The Terror Twins were already down for the count, Bob sitting on the golden brother's chest. He was purring as he hugged a sleeping Sam Winchester. Sam Witwicky was on Bumblebee's hood, Mikeala laying beside him with her head on his chest.

Optimus was beginning to doze off in the corner, Hysteria with him and holding on like there was no tomorrow. Metallicar blamed it on the high grade Ironhide had slipped into the Prime's drinks. Aforementioned mech was grinning, Chromia out cold in his arms.

"You really think you're gonna win sparklet?" He raised his next cube and she grinned.

"I don' think I will. I know." Crosshairs chuckled as all three holoforms raised their glasses and downed them, Crosshairs falling back and knocking himself out. A blue mech in the corner sighed and moved forth.

"I knew it was only a matter of time before the baka wore himself out." He spoke, his voice holding a Japanese accent.

"Who you?" Dean asked, swaying slightly as he sat by Metallicar.

"I am Drift." Metallicar's eyes brightened.

"Oh! So ya must be mah brother's mate." Drift blinked in confusion. "Well I figured, with how 'ighly he spoke of ya, and, o' course, with the fact that I've seen how possessive he is, tha' he was your mate."

"No. But he told me earlier there was something he wanted to tell me." The mech sat down and Crosshairs turned, instantly latching onto him. Ironhide chuckled.

"Come on Ironspark. It's between you and me now." She grinned and lifted the glass. "Go!" Both tossed them back, Ironhide falling in the process. Metallicar threw her arms up.

"Yesh! I win!" She turned and tackled Dean, tugging him to her in a sloppy kiss. He paused for a half a second before wrapping his arms around her and deepening the kiss. It quickly went from a sloppy kiss to a passionate one. Metallicar the one who really didn't want to let go.

However Dean, needing to breath, reluctantly pushed away, taking in a deep breath before looking at Metallicar. "Baby?"

"Dean." She stood, pulling him with. "Come."

He could do no more than follow her from the room.

-

Dean groaned as he woke up, feeling a pleasurable weight on his chest. He opened his eyes, looking down to find Metallicar's holoform. Wearing nothing but a sheet. His eyes widened and his did a double take.

The scene did not change.

"Oh shi-" He was interrupted as alarms went off all over base, causing the woman to jolt upright fast enough that her holoform flickered.

"Wha?" She then took in their situation. "Ummm. Did I drag ya in here?" Dean nodded and she blushed, he blue lighting up her cheeks beautifully. "Sorry." He frowned as she vanished, her clothes going with her. She drove from the room, leaving Dean alone.

"Don't be Baby." He uttered to himself. "I was ready to do the same."

-

Dean ended up going to the rec room, where the alarms were centered. He walked in, seeing Sam with a shotgun aimed at a man in the middle of the room.

He wore a well tailored suit and a wicked grin. "Hello boys." He spoke. Dean's eyes widened.

"Son of a bitch." He swore.

"Son of a witch, actually." He then looked around. "Hello all. The name's Crowley, king of hell." His gaze then fell on Dean. "And I need your assistance."

-

Metallicar crossed her arms, glaring down at the demon. "So ya mean to tell me that there's a group of demons siding with the Decepticons?"

"Yes. Led by none other than Lillith herself. You know how nasty she gets, what with her determination in retrieving Dean's soul." Her servo tightened into fist at this and Crowley smirked. "So will you help me?" She pused for a few moments before sighing.

"Fine. Ya have my help."

(A.N.: That took longer than intended. But I have a reason. I installed Windows 10 and it wouldn't let me do anything. Especially not with Google Chrome. So while that's uninstalling I borrowed my sister's laptop and uploaded this. So i hope you guys liked! ^.^ Oh, and baka means moron in Japanese. Because let's face it, Crossers can be such an idiot. lol {C.M.})