AUTHOR'S NOTE: Alright, yes it has been over a year, yet again, since this story has been updated. And I am EXTREMELY Sorry for that. =/ I am hoping to slowly ease back into my writings on here. Life has been so hectic anymore that I seem to never have time. But lately, time is all I have had. So here is your long awaited update, and I hope people are still reading. Oh, and review this so I know there is still interest for me to keep going with it. :D

CHAPTER 9

Sam had picked up some small signs of a demon in a small town, three hours from where they were staying. As soon as he had told Dean, his foot was down on the gas and they were there in half the time. Although, they weren't exactly sure what they were looking for exactly. The demons could have been hauled up anywhere in this town. Dean glanced to his brother as they pulled in, noticing how quiet the place was.

"Are you sure this is it, Sam? Looks like a ghost town to me," said Dean, slowly driving down the main road. Sam glanced out the window, looking around them and trying to figure out where everyone was.

"This is the town, Dean. But I don't know what happened. It looks like nobody has been here in years," he said as Dean stopped the car. Dean knew that something was wrong; he could feel it in his gut. He shut off the engine and stepped out of the car, looking around at their surroundings.

"Abbie, where are you?" he muttered.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN? I'M NOT A DEMON!" she hollered, trying to fight through the invisible barricade. Something was seriously wrong with this situation, either the boys weren't telling her something. Or the real Abbie wasn't telling the boys something. But something was seriously wrong. She looked up from her spot on the floor, where the wall had knocked her off her feet for the twentieth time. The demon just stood there watching, with a giant smirk on his face.

"Who are you? What do you want from me?" she asked, standing back up to look at him. He started to move in a circle around her, and she matched every step of his.

"You really don't know, do you?" he asked, a slight laugh at the end of the sentence. He shook his head, clicking the tongue against the roof of his mouth.

"If I did, do you really think I would be asking you?" She was beginning to get annoyed with this guy, and there wasn't much she could do considering she was trapped in a world that wasn't hers.

"That baby you are carrying is demon, in turn makes momma demon until it's born," he said, grin plastered on his face. If the baby was demon, then who's baby was it… Abbie placed her hands against her stomach before looking back up to the demon in front of her.

"How is that even possible?" she asked, her voice low as she glanced back down to her stomach. The demon just leaned his head back in laughter and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him. How was Abbie carrying a demon child? There was a big chunk of story missing there and she was determined to find out what the problem was.

Dean had parked the car in the parking lot of a deserted motel. He knew that one way or another, he was going to find her. It didn't matter how, it was going to happen. The two brothers were in the room, going over articles about this town, from this town, anything that would tell them what had happened and why there was a strong EMF reading here. The electrical storms didn't help matters any either, everything was a sign that there were demons here. And this was the only place showing signs that was close to where they were. Dean threw the papers down, getting frustrated with the research they were doing. Nothing was helping.

"Screw this," he said, walking over to grab his jacket and his gun.

"Where are you going, Dean?" asked Sam, glancing up from his laptop.

"To find Abbie. None of this is helping, Sam," said Dean, the frustration evident on his voice.

"She could be anywhere. Are you just gonna go breaking down every door in this town until you find her?"

"If I have to, yes!" He walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him. The only thing he could think of was to drive around this town and hope that something popped out at him. The chances of that happening were slim. But at least he was doing something to look for her.

Dean climbed into the Impala, shutting the door behind him and turning on the engine. He pulled out of the parking lot and onto the main road, driving down in hopes of finding her.

"Come on, Abbie. Help me out here. Where are you?" he said, to nobody in particular.

Abbie was sitting on the floor of the motel room, not bothering about the chair that was next to her. It didn't matter anymore, nothing mattered anymore. This demon child was going to kill her, if not Dean sure was when he found out what was going on. She took in a deep breath, but no more than she started to let it out did the pain begin to kick in. It felt like something was trying to tear through her body, she let out a loud scream, trying to stand her body up. She didn't make it very far before she fell back down. The demon came walking into the room, rubbing his hands together and smiling at the crippled girl on the floor.

"It's time," he said, walking back into the other room. He came back in with a female this time; the girl looked to be no older than Abbie. Abbie could barely see her, her vision was so blurry from the pain. She couldn't help but keep screaming out. The girl bent down, opposite Abbie and began chanting something. Something that was inaudible to Abbie, but before she could protest, the pain had stopped. There was a light that moved from her body into the other girl's.

"What the hell?" asked Abbie, confused about what was going on.

"You were just playing host. Your time is up, witch!" said the demon. Abbie finally gained control of her body again and pushed back away from the guy, the devil's trap no longer holding her prisoner. The demon moved closer, ready for the kill, but the other girl in the room began screaming before he had a chance. He turned his head to look at her and Abbie took this as a chance to run. She scrambled to her feet and made for the door into the outside world. She ran out, expecting other people, but the place was ghostly, empty.

She looked around noticing a car in the distance, it didn't take her long to recognize it at all. It was Dean. They had found her. She began waving her arms around, trying to flag him down. She was screaming at the top of her lungs, trying to get him to stop. The car slowed down in front of her, finally coming to a stop as Dean stepped out of the car.

Dean was looking around, house after house after house. He hadn't stopped the car, not yet. He was waiting for some sort of sign, showing that they were in the right place. He turned corner after corner after corner, looking for something, anything to prove that she was here. It wasn't until he was headed back to the motel that something popped out. A girl, standing in the middle of the road, waving her arms like a mad woman, a girl, that oddly enough looked like …

"Abbie?" he said, pulling the car closer. He stopped right in front of the girl, getting out of the car. "Holy Sh—"

"DEAN!" she squealed, moving to the passenger side of the car, she jumped in, "Let's go!" He climbed back into the car, pulling off, down the road.

"How did you-" he asked, not able to even form a sentence. He was just glad that she was alright.

"I really don't know, but something is not good about this place," she said, turning to look over her shoulder to see nobody behind them. She turned back in her seat and looked over to Dean.

"I'm just glad you guys found me," she said, a small smile forming across her lips. Dean looked over at her and smiled.

"Me too," he said, pulling into the motel parking lot that him and Sam were staying at. They both got out of the car and Dean led the way to the room, both of them walking in. Sam glanced up from his laptop to see Abbie with Dean.

"Abbie? You found her?" he asked Dean, shocked that he did.

"Something like that," said Dean, shutting the door behind them. Abbie walked over and sat down on the bed, looking to both boys.

"What happened, Abbie?" asked Dean, sitting down on the bed across from her. Abbie took a deep breath and told them everything she knew. About waking up in the devil's trap, about the demon baby, about the other witch taking the child, and then her being able to get out and find Dean.

"I don't even know how it's possible that any of that happened the way it did. How would she have a demon child?" she asked out loud, voicing her thoughts. Something was bound to kick in someone's head. The boys both shrugged their shoulders, not knowing the answer themselves.

"I think there's something that you're Abbie isn't telling you guys….Is it possible that she's….Evil?" asked Abbie, wondering if it could possibly be the truth. For all she knew, it could have been. Sam and Dean both exchanged looks between each other and then glanced back to the Abbie in front of them.

"I don't think it's possible," said Sam, "We would have known it by now. We've known her long enough. Plus, we put her through the tests, she passed them all. There's no way!"

Dean took in a deep breath, hoping his brother was right, because if he wasn't, then the real Abbie was lurking havoc in the real world. Which was probably the plan all along. That would explain why they had switched bodies. It was their plan.

"SON OF A BITCH!" yelled Dean, as all of the pieces began clicking into place.