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. Little do they know what horror is waiting for them on the inside of that very screen...

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 5: Time To Meet And Greet The Not So Sweet

Abby's POV

After a little while Abby had managed to calm down somewhat and continue on with their conversation.

"S-So you don't have any idea why she might have wanted u-us here?" She sniffled out softly. Missouri shook her head with regret

"Well... not really sugar, not good ones anyways. Though I don't know why you and your brother are here, I think it might have some to do with your ancestry." Abby's eyes flew open in confusion.

Tilting her head to the side, she asked "What? What could that have to do with anything?"

Missouri went on, "Well, you obviously know that your aunt is very in tuned physic. Which usually means that you come from a family of either witches, or gypsies. I believe in your case that it is gypsies though."

Her mouth dropped a little more, "Are you telling me I come from a line of witches?" She demanded in disbelief. Missouri shook her head again.

"No child, gypsies. There's a difference. Witches normally tend to be more selfish with their magics, only thinking of themselves and normally ending up getting themselves killed. You see, mediums are in a way a type of gypsies. And your aunt just happens to be the inheritor of this long line of power.

She stared for a moment, then started to shake her head, "I still don't understa-" she started. A loud, piercing scream filled her ears at that moment from outside.

Trevor's scream!

"Trevor!" She shouted bolting from the couch at lighting speed and flinging the door open before streaking out down the stairs and froze in shock at what she saw.

H...Herself?

Trevor looked over at her desperately as the young girls body slammed him up against the car, eyes filled with tears of terror and confusion.

"Abbbbyyy! Help!" He wailed out pathetically, tears streaming down his face. But not before whoever was in her body landed a hard blow to his face, causing him to let out a loud, sharp shriek of pain as his entire head jerked violently to the side.

Have you ever have one of those moments where everything just becomes so increadibly sharp and clear? Where all other feelings beside one completely rush out of your body? Well dhe did, and want to know what that feeling was?

Pure rage.

"HEY! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY LITTLE BROTHER!" She roared before running in a dead sprint over to them and grabbing the smaller form at the waist waist, shoving them as hard as she could away from the her sobbing, bloody nosed little brother.

While whoever they were stumbled away -obviously taken by surprise- Trevor instantly threw his arms around her, pulling himself desperately into her chest for some form of protection before breaking down into an ocean of tears.

"I-I was s-sleeping and then...then t-the man who l-looked like you h-hit me and pulled m-me out." She stiffened a little, clutching the sobbing boy closer into her protective embrace.

"How did you know that it was a man, Trev? she questioned quickly, "How did you know it wasn't me?" He looked up at her with his wide and teary eyes.

Letting out a broken sniffle, he choked out, "B-Because he told m-me his name b-before..." Her heart rate started to beat faster at that, and she demanded in an urgent tone.

"What was it, Trev? What did he tell you his name was?" Trevor looked confused but he opened his mouth to answer.

He didn't get the chance to though. Because from behind her, a eerily familiar voice that rang out in a unfamiliar, deadly tone choose answer for him.

"Name's Dean Winchester, handsome. And it's nice to finally be meeting the guys who I'm going to be killing... " A smaller figure stepped out from behind him, and both me and Trevor let out gasps of shock.

Looking up at them with a small, icy smirk the smaller figure pointed the gun directly at her.

"And I'm Sam, but I'm sure you already knew that you demon slut." Her mouth dropped indignantly, a spark of anger jumping through her and conquering over her current fearful awe.

"That's big talk coming from someone who's only 4'9!" She snapped out, almost immediately regretted it. Trevor gave her a sharp kick as an obvious sign to 'Shut the hell up! Other me has a gun dumbass!' A fierce scowl had replaced the once cocky smirk and he slowly proceeded to click the safty off.

"Not for to much longer, bitch. Not for much longer."

*gasp* Oh no! Sam and Dean have arrived and they are NOT pleased!

Will Abby be able to save her and her brother and convince the brothers that their not at fault here?

Or Will Things End Up Going For Her Like They Almost Always Do For Characters In The Show?

Very... Very badly...