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...
Chapter 7: Complicated Conversations
Abby's POV
"Bullsh-OW!" Dean yelped out in pain and annoyance as Missouri smacked him hastily across the knuckles with a large wooden spoon. Abby smirked a little in smug amusement at the girlish shriek that erupted from her bodies mouth.
"Don't you dare use that kind of language in my house boy!" Missouri scolded, wagging the offensive instrument in a warning fashion at the older hunter.
Rubbing his knuckles tenderly he scowled at the woman for a moment before glancing back at the two siblings with narrowed eyes.
"So are you actually expecting me to believe that you two are from some alternate universe where our lives are just some big TV show?" He demanded, disbelief clear in his expression.
Letting out a long, exhausted sigh Abby pinched the bridge of her nose and tilted her head downwards in a weary manner. Eyes pinched close, she ground out "For the last time Dean, yes! Do you seriously think we would make something like this up?"
Dean started to open his mouth again to argue but Missouri held up the spoon threatening, "Boy this poor baby has been through more then any teenager should ever have to be in a lifetime all crammed into about 8 hours. If you make her go over this just one more time I'm gonna wake you so hard your great grandfather is gonna feel it."
The hunter shied away from the utensil and scowled a little sulkily before shaking his head in disgust, "But why! Why the hell would anyone want to watch our lives? Our lives suck!"
Trevor -who had been curled quietly into her side- choose now to look up and send her an annoyed look, "I told you that this show was bad!" He huffed out in a pissy tone.
She shot him a tweaked off look back and snapped out, "We get it Trev! You know all and I was a giant idiot for not listening to the wise words of a little brownosing little twelve year old mommas boy! Can we move on with our lives now?"
He scowled indignantly at Abby but dutifully returned to his previous position at her side with a long sigh.
Looking back up at the two hunters and psychic Abby straightened up a little and went on, "So what do you guys say? Are you gonna help us get out bodies back and home so we don't ever have to see, here or think about this horrifying little situation again?" She practically pleaded.
The brothers seemed to share a look with eachother for a long moment before Dean finally let out a loud sigh and shook his head in defeat, "Fine, s'not like we have much of an option here anyways."
Trevor instantly sat up straight, eyes seeming to light up with hope, "You mean it? You're really going to help us?"
Dean gave him a reassuring half smile and nodded, "Yea kid, we are."
"You promise?" He questioned softly after a moment of silence.
The hunter gave Trevor a grim smile, "Yea kid, I promise."
During this entire conversation Abby had noted that Sam had been unnervingly quiet, just staring at them her and Trevor with this analytical look that made her skin crawl.
His cool look choose then to latch on to her own, causing her to squirm in her seat under the intense gaze. Somehow sensing her discomfort, Trevor gently took her hand before clearing his throat loudly.
"S-So, he looked over at Missouri, "Would it be alright if we stayed here for a little while Ms. Mosley? We don't really have anywhere to go..." He requested shyly in a tone he mostly reserved for mom when trying to get his way.
She gave him a kind smile, "Of course sweetheart. You and your sister are always welcome here." Looking over to the two hunters beside her, she let go a loud sigh and shook her head, standing up.
"Looks like you two fools are gonna have to stay here to?" Sam and Dean both looked up with startled expression, looking like they wanted to refuse.
"We were just going to get a room at-" Dean started but Missouri cut him off with a wave of her hand.
"Nonsense. You two are gonna stay here until we get this whole mess sorted out. And really, do you two honestly think that you could get away with renting a motel room with how you're looking right now? I'd be amazed if you managed to get into an R rated movie right now much less rent a motel room."
Both of the brothers scowled, prides obviously wounded but Dean finally shook his head in submission. "Fine, where we sleeping?"
"You two can use the sofa bed until I can get a couple more guest rooms made up. Nighty night children." The woman told them kindly before walking over to the two young hunters.
Missouri started to usher the two men upstairs, but not before Sam could toss one last chill inducing look over his shoulder at her and disappearing up the steps.
Letting out a steady release of breath she kicked off her steal-toe boots and tiredly shrugged off the roughly textured green jacket that had been hanging from her shoulders for the past eight hours.
Trevor followed her lead and shrugged off his own jacket and boots before standing up off of the worn couch. Abby rose as well and tossed the cushions off to the side before pulling out the squeaky pull out bed.
Grabbing a couple quilts off the chair she spread them out across the old mattress and tossed a couple pillows onto it. Motioning for Trevor to lay down, he carefully crawled up the bed on his hands and knees before finally stretching out his long body over the length of it and snuggling up quietly to a discarded pillow.
She then flipped off the light switch which caused the room to go almost totally dark with only the moon as her light. She crawled onto the mattress and up it before letting herself collapse onto the worn out bedsprings, causing them to groan in protest.
Abby was only moments from unconsciousness when a soft -but still quite audible sob- gently rose from her side and she popped open one eye before letting out a soft groan.
The shake was faint, but she could clearly see the shoulders of the wide back she was staring at start to shake with repressed sobs. Letting out a loud groan she wiggled her body closer to her younger brothers and slung an arm over his waist, causing him to go still.
"Don't worry runt, I'm here." She managed out sleepily pulling his back against her chest as she pulled the blanket over them. Almost immediately she had the larger body turning into her own and a tear streaked face pressing deeply into the crook of her neck.
"W-What if we n-never see m-mom or da-dad again." Trevor sobbed out quietly into her neck as she sighed quietly before wrapping her long arms around his body, one hand gently cupping the back of his head and pulled him closer.
"You're going to get home Trevor, I promise. We're going to see mom and dad again, and even though I'm not totally sure when I know we will." He sniffled loudly but nodded, snuggling closer so that their bodies completely meshed together.
Letting out a soft chuckle, Abby gently pressed a kiss to the top his his head, "Well, well looks like someone certainly loves their awesome big sister." She teased lightly.
Trevor laughed a little and she could feel him pout a little playfully into her neck, "Shuddup." he mumbled.
She just chuckled again before closing her eyes and letting the darkness set in over her eyes as she felt Trevor go completely lax against her body in submission.
And for her first night trapped in a hell ridden universe, she actually slept pretty damn well.
Well, for now anyways...
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