Swap Meat Numero Dos:The Abby and Trevor Chronicle.
Summery: Thanksgiving day was just another event in Abby and Trevor Piesik's lives. They went to their aunts with their mom and dad every year, same old, same old. But this year, Abby and Trevor are in for the adventure of their lives. While waiting for diner to get ready, Abby decides to sneak upstairs and watch her favorite TV series Supernatural on her aunts computer. Trevor, being the little conniving, goody-two-shoes he is, sneaks up after her to catch her in the act. Neither one of them could have possibly foreseen the events that would unfold?
Rated: T for language, fighting, and future angst.
Disclaimer: I do not own the series Supernatural. Erik Kripke does. Dean and Sammy sadly still belong to him. Abby and Trevor belong to themselves, I'm just telling their story...
Chapter 2: Point That Moral Compass Due-What Needs To be Done
Abby's POV
The blinding flash of heat was gone as soon as it had started, but Abby didn't move, still paralyzed with fear. She was then aware that she was still clutching her little brother close to her side, who was also still shaking intensely into her body, face currently buried deep in the young girls neck for protection.
Did he feel... bigger, then before? And Jesus! His grip is like a fricken vice! Abby thought to herself vaguely, having a bit trouble breathing at how surprisingly strong Trevor's grip was. After a few long moments of statueness, she finally found her self able to move, and slowly pulled her face back to check on her sibling...
OH MY GOD!
Abby let out a startled shout and ripped herself away from the shivering being that had currently been molded to her side, much to his dismay.
"Abbbbbyyyy!" Jared whined loudly, and Oh Christ he even sounded like her brother! His voice was different but... As he looked up at her with a familiar bitchy expression, his face suddenly shifted from one of displeasure to one of total shock and frightened alertness.
"W-Who are you! Where i-is my big sister!" He shouted loudly, a small frown creasing his brow as he touched his throat, noticing his sudden change in vocal cords. Abby just stared at the man in wide-eyed disbelief, body tightly coiled and ready to attack as she felt bolts of anger, confusion and fear rush though her.
Clenching her fists tightly at her side, she snapped back, "I-I don't know w-what the hell is going o-on here but if you don't t-tell me where my brother T-Trevor is I'm gonna kick your ass Padalecki!" And froze at how sheerly different her voice sounded.
It was low, gruff, male. It had a deep, smoky baritone that screamed "I can be your best friend but screw with me and I'll rip you apart with my bare hands." to it. And it by no extent was it the voice of a fifteen year old girl from Chicago, thats for sure.
Scariest thing of all, she knew who this voice belonged to but was to shocked to really process it. Shakily breaking eye contact with the confused and frightened looking man in front of her, she slowly let her eyes lower down to her body and gasped out loudly in shock.
Holy Christ, she was Jensen Ackles!
"Abby?" A small, tentative voice whispered out, as if not sure it could believe it was forming that word. The gobsmacked teen jerked her head up in the direction of the star...no...her...brother?
"T-Trevor? Is that you r-runt?" She whispered back in shock, and knew it was true at the almost instantaneous frown of dismay that crossed his face.
"Mommy told you not to call me that anymore!" Trevor whined out loudly, and Abby couldn't help but smile a little at how bizarre it sounded hearing a 27 year old looking man say the word mommy.
Carefully approaching each other they stared into the others eyes when the questions began.
Narrowing her newly piercing green eyes onto his blueish green ones, Abby demanded, "If your really my brother then whats my full name?"
The question seemed to catch him off guard, but he answered it without pause. "Abigale 'Abby' Gene Piesik." Local records.
A small, smirk crossing her mouth, she questioned, "What did I convince you would happen if you ate a toe nail when you we're eight years old?" An instant pout seated on his face.
With a loud sigh, he mumbled out, "That a foot would grow in my belly and kick my insides..." Unable to help it, Abby burst out into laughter much to his displeasure. "I still can't believe you actually believed that! Hahahahahah!" He scowled a little, but seemed happy that she finally believed that he was in fact her brother.
Wiping away a tear of amusement, she managed to get a hold of her self and look up quietly at her little, well, actually pretty damn big brother. "So... there's no chance that I'm just dreaming this and your a figment of my imagination is there?" He shook his head sadly.
"Great... she sighed out meekly, "Then we're currently trapped in a TV show and the bodies of two guys who are killed, attacked and maimed on usual." Bad move.
"WHAT?" Trevor shrieked, voice raising three octaves. "Are you telling me we're stuck in your stupid DEVIL SHOW? I knew it was bad, I knew it! This is all your fault Abby!" He cried out loudly.
Letting loose a pissed growl, she shot back, "First of all its not a stupid 'devil show' damnit! And second of all how the HELL is this all my fault?" She admonished.
"You know you weren't supposed to watch the show! Mommy said! And I'm so gonna tell her and you'll be in trouble FOREVER!" A flare of anger rocked though her so hot it was blinding, the full weight of their current situation finally settling in.
"Don't you get it you stupid little piece of crap? THERE IS NO MOMMY! There is no dad! There is no ANYONE! There's no running to tell on big sister for every little thing because theres no mommy to tattle on! Now grow the hell up and stop acting like such a pathetic little baby or you'll end up getting as both killed!" Trevor withdrew as if a snake had attacked him, eyes wide in shock at the power of her words.
Abby froze when his face suddenly blanched for a moment before breaking down into the most heartbreaking tears she had ever seen. Dropping his face into his hands, he bawled loudly, "I-I don't w-w-wanna die! I w-want my m-m-mommy!" He wailed out loudly and Abby instantly felt her heart melt into mush. Oh... oh shit...
Walking forward she suddenly found herself jerking the taller boy into her arms, to both their shock. "Shhhh.. I'm sorry Trev, just shhhh... S'okay baby boy your not gonna die, I promise." She sighed softly into his hair, and was pleased when he easily melted into her protective arms with soft sniffles and broken sobs.
"I-I'm scared, s-sissy..." He choked out miserably and she felt her heart clench in her chest. Sissy... Trevor only called her that on the rare occasions when he was in serious emotional distress. Letting loose a loud, tired sigh she nodded in agreement. "I am to little man, I am to..." Pulling his tear face back out of her wetted neck, he looked up at her with wide, teary eyes.
"W-What are we g-gonna do?" He sniffled out. Looking down at him with a sad smile, she gently cupped his face and kissed away the tears that plagued his face. Abby was pleased with the fact that he seemed to relax even more at the motherly affection and comfort.
"Don't worry Trev... Sissy is gonna figure out how to get us back home. It might take a while but I'll figure out somethin'..." He nodded in total acceptance of her words, which was shocking to her.
No fight, no back talk. He was in total belief that she would keep him safe and get him home with perfect ease, just because I was the older sibling.
And despite all the vampires, ghosts, werewolves, wendigos, demons and shapeshifters out there...
That was by far the most frightening thing of all.
After a few more minuets of calming and soothing, she finally managed to bring Trevor into a state of somewhat acceptance.
"So what do w-we do now Abby? Y-You know the most about the show..." He mumbled out softly to her at her side as they walked down the barely life-littered street. The two had realized that they had woken up in an old tennis shoe warehouse in some small ass town neither one of them had ever heard off. Letting loose another long, tired sigh she ran her figures through her newly shortened hair and shook her head.
"I dunno Trev, but first things first. We're gonna need a car." A tight hand on her forearm suddenly jerked her to an abrupt stop. Abby looked back at her brother in obvious annoyance, "What the hell is it?" she demanded.
Looking at her with wide, disbelieving eyes he hissed, "You can't drive! You're not old enough! Only mommy and dad can drive us!" She laughed at that and shook her head, "Hey, I just got my drivers permit. That means that I am allowed to drive, runt."
Trevor glared at her, "First of all your the runt now! he taunted and she swore under her breath, pissed that he had finally caught onto that, "And second of all you need an adult with you to drive!" At that she smirked widely and reached into her jeans, pulling out a small leather wallet and picking out a drivers license.
Waving it in front of his face, she taunted, "Try again, dude! I'm thirty-one here. Plenty old enough to drive on my own." He looked like he wanted to argue but she cut him off, "What exactly do you propose we do then, Trev? That we just walk everywhere we need to go? Take the fricken bus? That costs money, man, a lot of it. So I'm sorry if your freaked out by the thought but your gonna have to let that little more compass you got that seems to always be pointing due-the right thing away for a while, okay?" she finished softly.
The younger sibling pressed his mouth into a tight line for a long moment, before sighing and nodded in resign. "Fine, but you better drive carefully! We won't even have to worry about the devils if you end up killing us with your sloppy driving." He huffed out. She nodded and scanned the street for a possible car.
"What are you doing?" Trevor questioned warily. "Looking for a car to jack." She answered without hesitation, eyes still scanning the street. "What?" He yelped, eyes going wide again in protest when suddenly her eyes found what she was looking for.
"Oh thank God! Come on, Trev" She ordered, grabbing him by the forearm and dragging the unwilling younger man across the deserted street. Stopping in front of the long, sleek black car with a wide grin of delight, she affectionately let her hand run across the smooth hood.
"Ohhhh... You have no idea how much I've wanted to meet you, you magnificent beast." She sighed out loud lovingly, still stroking the hood. The younger sibling stared at her as if she'd lost her mind, "Uhhmm... Abby? Why are you petting the car..." he asked hesitantly.
Giving him a crooked smile, she stepped back from the hood and pulled the keys out of her pocket, unlocking the drivers door and pulling it open before practically jumping into the front seat.
"Not important runt, just get in the damn car already." She ordered, the smile still wide on her face. He pouted at her response, but circled around the front of the car and pulled open the passengers door, dropping slowly into the seat before hastily buckling his seat belt.
She looked over at the uncomfortable looking youth and grinned lopsidedly, pushing the key into the ignition and twisting it. The classic car roard to life and settled to a low rumble as Journey's 'Wheel In The Sky' started blasting out of the radio and the boy's face instantly went to one of distaste.
"Can you please change it to something else?" He shouted over the blaring music. Grin growing wider, she reached over and turned it down a little, smirk settling firmly onto her face.
"House rules, runt! Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole!" He let loose a loud whine and looked like he was about to start arguing but she proceeded to turn it back up and started to sing along.
"Sorry dude! Can't hear, you! Musics to loud!" She announced smugly over the blasting music, and went on pull the car shift out of park and into drive before gunning her way out of the parking space and smoothly out and down the deserted street.
Sam's POV
Sam watched in slight amusement as Dean paced back and forth from the park bench he was currently sitting on, his brothers new long, dark brown hair constantly whipping back and forth with each sharp turn.
"I'm gonna slaughter it Sammy! I'm gonna find whoever did this and rip their throats out with my bare hands!" He snarled out in rage. Spinning towards him and growling in annoyance when he had to spit hair out of his mouth as an after affect of that, he grumbled out loudly, "How can you stand having long, girly hair Sam? It does nothing but gets in the way!"
Sam just rolled his eyes and shook his head, "Dean, do you think I'm any happier about this then you? I have to stretch to reach the sink faucets!" He informed him, "You think I don't wanna kill the thing as much as you do?"
Letting go a frustrated growl, Dean crossed his arms, "Then why don't you help me find it! Use your freaky, geeky computer hacker skills to like, track our cellphones or something!" Sam rolled his eyes again.
"Well I would if I had a computer to do it with. Unfortunately that was in the car and since we're currently two states over from Illinois and thats we're the car currently is, I have no way of doing so." Dean shook his head in disgust.
"How the hell did we end up in Nebraska anyways? Seriously, one minuet we're investigating possible vamp hangouts and the next we're in Sioux, Nebraska playing Brothers & Sisters!"
Sam shrugged his shoulders helplessly, expression blank as ever. "Your guess is as good as mine, dude."
Running his hands though his ridiculously grown out hair, he let out a frustrated sigh. "Well its obviously the power of some witch or gypsy or something. So now all we gotta do is manage to track down our bodies and figure out what kinda mojo got the wammy on us."
A sudden thought came to Sam, "You know... since we're in these bodies, the kids who were in them are now probably in ours." Dean's eyes went wide at the suggestion, "So you're telling me that there are some demonic little kids running around in our meat suits?" Sam nodded.
"Its the most likely possibility. Probably demons or something." Dean shook his head in disgust before grabbing Sam by the arm and pulling him off the bench and towards the exit.
"Well Sammy, looks like we got a new hunt on our hands..." Dean informed him coolly. Giving him only a nod, Sam followed silently behind Dean.
Whatever it was that had done this was going to pay with blood. No one stole Sam Winchester's body and got away with it in one piece.
Oh no! Sam and Dean don't know that Abby and Trevor didn't do it!
What will the do if they find them
Will they give the two siblings a chance to explain?
Or will they shoot first, ask questions later?...
Tune in next chapter and find out!
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