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 6: Maybe We Got Off On The Wrong Everything

Abby's POV

Trever sobbed loudly in terror into her neck and she clutched him close, giving Sam and Dean a low, feral snarl when Sam aimed the gun. Abby couldn't begin to explain unbelievable anger and a fierce need to keep her little brother safe at this moment, just that she'd tear these two apart if they touched her little brother again.

"Sam, put the gun down." She growled out softly, lightly squeezing the back of Trev's neck as he let out a soft sob of fear at her words. Sam smirked and took his aim at us, a serial killers calm in his expression.

"You wish, skank... You're just lucky you're in our bodies or you'd both be finger paint right now..." He said and Abby felt a flash of fear skitter through her being.

She hadn't been paying much attention to the other brother, who was studying them with a somewhat shocked and perplexed expression. His voice pulled them out of their standoff.

"Hey, Sammy... Sam's eyes never left hers, but he nodded briefly. "Yea Dean?"

"Look... look at how she's holding your body for a second, man." That seemed to shock us both a little and she involuntarily clutched Trevor close as he let out a frightened whimper from being noticed. Sam let his eyes slowly wander over to the whimpering man/boy currently buried in her protective hold and tilted his head to the side a little.

"What's your point Dean?" He questioned.

And at this moment Abby and Dean's eyes locked, and she assumed that he came to an unspoken conclusion about them when Abby turned her head a little to give her brother a small kiss on the temple in an attempt to sooth him, even if only a little.

Dean's eyes became soft in an understanding that only another older sibling could understand and shook his head in disbelief. "Dude, their brother and sister... And I don't think their here to hurt us." Sam's eyes widened a little at that.

"How do you know?" He demanded, a little warily. The gun stayed pointed expertly at the young girl and her brother.

Dean just shook his head and sighed, walking forward and pulling the gun away from a displeased Sam.

"Because I do man. And it doesn't exactly take a genius to figure out.." He scoffed, motioning to them as if to say 'Isn't it obvious?'. Sam scowled at that but nodded.

Dean choose then to take a hesitant step towards us and in responce Trev let out a loud squeak and Abby jerked them backwards with a low, unplanned growl.

"Stay away from us!" She snapped out viciously, clutching he quaking baby brother even closer if possible. He burrowed his face into her neck and shook harder with fear as he continued to sob softly. Abby felt her entire body become ridged, ready to lash out at a moments notice against anyone dumb enough to screw with her.

Dean held his hands up in surrender, "Hey, hey now. It's alright kid, c'mon. We won't hurt you.." She couldn't help but snort loudly at that.

"Oh right, just like you didn't mean to bitchslap my brother across the face with your fist?" She growled out, attempting to rub soothing circles on Trevor's back when he started to quiver more.

He grimaced at that, "Yea, sorry about that. But you can't really blame us, can you? For all we knew you could have been demons or witches or something." Abby took on a look of bewilderment at that.

"They still might be, Dean.." Sam murmured out and she opened her mouth to argue when Dean cut them off.

"Dude, this chick is like, thirteen at best-

"Fourteen!" She huffed out indignantly.

Dean rolled his eyes, "-fourteen, and the other kid is what, nine?" Trevor let out a disgruntled huff between weak sniffles.

"E-Eleven." He corrected in a muffled voice from her tear soaked neck.

"Eleven! Do you seriously think that a teenage girl and her eleven year old brother are witches or demons?" Dean questioned.

Sam pulled a silver flask of Holy Water out of his back pocket and held it out towards them. "Maybe not witches, but they could be lying about the not being demons part. Drink this." He ordered.

Abby stared carefully at it for a long moment, before reaching out and grabbing it. She used her thumb to pop it open and took a small swig of the warm water.

"Happy now?" She mumbled, staring down tiredly at the two hunters.

Sam shook his head and motioned towards Trevor, "Don't forget him." Abby scowled a little at Sam but nodded stiffly before turning her head towards Trevor's.

"Hey Trev, can you look at me sweetie?" She asked softly, and gave him a small smile as he hesitantly pulled his head out of its tear slicked hiding space. His eyes were red and puffy around the edges and totally blood shot to hell.

She frowned a little and brushed some strands of hair out of his eyes before starting to lightly peppered his face in comforting kisses, being extra gentle when she kissed his bruised cheek and gently nuzzled his nose with her own.

Just like their mom used to whenever he cried...

Trevor immediately slumped his body against hers and nuzzled his face closer, almost purring softly at the comforting and equally as loving jester. The abrupt sound of clearing throats pulled them out of their tender moment.

Abby glanced coolly over at the brothers and couldn't help but chuckle a little at Dean's extremely uncomfortable look at the display of affection. Sam looked more boggled then annoyed, and Abby felt her lips press into a tight line, almost 100% sure that she knew why.

"No offense guys, but could you maybe try and tone down the brotherly-sisterly love? It's a little disturbing to see your face molesting your brothers face." The teen just rolled her eyes at that in derision.

"Get your mind the hell out of the gutter, you perv. I was just calming him down, no thanks to you." She finished dryly, before pouring a little pool of Holy Water into her hand and lightly splashing it across his face.

As expected, nothing happened. She used her sleeve to rub the water off his face and he sighed softly before slumping his face back into her neck and relaxing, still sniffling softly but a bit calmer then before.

Looking back up at the brothers, she narrowed her eyes carefully, "So are you ready to hear our side of the story now? Or are you not quite finished attacking us with your guns and sharp knifes?" She sarcastically asked, keeping her exhausted brother close.

Dean nodded and jerked his head towards the house, "Just wondering.. what exactly are you doing at Missouri's house? Do you know her or something?"

Abby gave him a tight, grim smile. "You're about to figure out, Dean. Can we just go inside now please?"

Sam and Dean stared at them for a long moment, before nodding and walking past them up towards the house. Only then did Trevor almost completely pull his face out of her neck and look around.

Rubbing his nose and sniffling loudly, he looked back over at her with wide, teary eyes.

"W-What do we do now?" He sniffled out meekly.

Abby gave him a weary smile and started to lead him towards the house, "The only thing we can do, runt. We go and tell them what happened and pray to God that they believe us..."

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