Well, here's chapter 2. Any guesses as to the mysterious Winchester? This chapter is now in his point of view. I'm pretty satisfied with this sucker. Read and review please!

After the initial meet and greet, he was dragged over to the chair on the other side of the table, wrists and ankles bound with rope. The trunk ride from Arnold to the farm house had been about thirty minutes if his internal count was correct, also bumpy as hell; he was pretty sure that Blonde hit all the potholes and dips on purpose. He kept on eye on the four demons leaning back against the kitchen counters on the left side of the room, eyes pitch black. His two escorts were here as well, arms crossed, posted by the door that led to the living room and the other doorway that led toward the back of the house. The creepy bird-like demon was scowling at him, grumbling under his breath. Then there was the large rotund man, who bore a striking resemblance to Bobby. He had already been standing in the kitchen when he was brought in, having no doubt been left behind to watch the girl. Speaking of.

Glancing over to his left, he spied her making faces at the bird demon, smirking every time she was growled at. She enjoyed poking the bear. Maybe girl was the wrong term now that he was studying her profile. She was young, probably around her mid twenties. Wavy dark brown hair that stopped just below the shoulders, paired with honey brown eyes. The color of her eyes made him uneasy because he was sure he'd seen those same ones somewhere before. She was tiny, looking like she wasn't any taller than five feet, give or take an inch. Thin but not as petite as Jo had been, just a bit of meat on her but balanced out with her muscle mass and fuller figure. Overall her features pointed toward a Hispanic or possibly an Italian bloodline.

"You finished taking stock?"

Her voice, tinted with sarcasm, startled him and he found that he had been staring. She was watching him, eyebrow raised as he collected himself.

"Sorry. You got any weapons on you?"

She shook her head, nudging it toward the counter top next to the sink across the room. Two pistols and two magazines tucked into a shoulder holster, a few throwing knives, a sheathed boot knife, and a lone shotgun were displayed in the open, well out of reach and flanked by two demons. Great.

"Hey, like you're one to talk. Those guns and knives next door aren't mine." Her tone was full of sass, and he supposed she had a right. Right next to her pile of toys were his own arsenal; a saw-off, three handguns, three knives, and Ruby's demon knife.

"Name's Abby."

He turned to look at her, her face open and not a hint of sass from her previous comebacks. Before he could reply she continued.

"So what brings you to Nebraska?" She relaxed against her chair, ignoring the glaring demons that shared the kitchen with them. He couldn't relax just yet.

"Salt and burn in Anselmo. Didn't take very long but was pretty violent. Stopped by Arnold to unwind but got snagged up."

"So where's your brother?"

He tensed for a second, tossing a look to the listening demons but also eyeing her suspiciously. "Christo."

A chorus of hissing from across the room was the only response to the word, Abby just raised an eyebrow at him. "You done?"

"Can't be too careful." He glanced at the pissed demons. "He's not here."

"Yeah, probably shouldn't broadcast family locations."

"What job brought you here?"

Abby titled her head at their audience. "Them. We'd been keeping an eye out for demonic omens and we found a pattern that ended here in Arnold."

"Who's we?"

Abby was quiet for a second, looking over at the others before turning back to him. "My family. Well, my Aunt and her friends. She was doing some recon when I got picked up."

"It makes sense, grabbing a family member of a hunter. A good chunk of us work solo or at the most in threes so I'm a bit surprised that your Aunt would have you tag along, being her niece and all. Why'd she leave you by yourself anyway?"

He guessed there was something in his voice, and maybe there was, but she sat up straight, her eyes narrowing as she pinned him with a heated glare. Again he was hit with a sense of déjà vu when her dark amber eyes nearly burned a hole in him.

"She didn't leave me alone. The room was warded and she had her two friends, both ex-military, watching over me. Sorry that two men weren't enough to take on thirteen demons, not when they were focused on trying to protect me," Abby was near hissing at him by the end of her sentence. A cat with its back arched in anger, hair standing on edge came to mind.

"Sorry."

The word slipped out instantly when he saw the near panic in her eyes. She was here while she knew nothing of what had happened to the two men that were assigned to protect her. Not to mention what the state of mind her Aunt was in. He could understand worrying over your family.

Abby was breathing deep, her eyes looking to the floor as she tried to reign herself in. "Sorry for snapping."

Now he felt guilty about talking poorly of her family. He really had no right. Just look at his.

"Are you two done with show and tell?"

They both turned to see the blonde demon sitting on the kitchen counter directly across from them, her legs crossed and leaning back on her hands.

"Actually, Rachel, I believe the term is story time. But close enough so I'll give it to you," Abby spoke, her face innocent as she stared back at the demon, Rachel.

"I'm gonna relish making you talk. But first let's see why Abaddon is so interested in you." This time her attention was on him and she hopped down, sauntering over before climbing onto his lap, a smirk on her face.

Automatically a growl began building in his throat, leaning as far back as he could while restrained.

"You don't seem to be his type Rachel, you should probably get off of him. I don't condone sexual harassment or assault."

Abby's warning was ignored as the demoness started twirling his hair with her finger, looking him over with a critical eye. "I don't understand why all these demons get worked up over you and your brother. I just don't see it. I mean, we all know about Azazel and the Apocalypse but really you two don't seem that special to me. Although…" she trailed off, pulling down his shirt collar to reveal the anti-possessing tattoo, before she gave a long, slow lick to the skin. "You do have some redeeming qualities."

His anger was growing, arms flexing and flinching with the want of throwing her off him. He wasn't the only one.

"I'm serious Rachel. Step. Off."

A smirk curling her lips, Rachel continued to ignore the upset woman as she traced the tattoo with her finger and then tasting the digit, "And just what are you gonna do about it?"

A dry chuckle was Abby's comeback. "Funny you should ask."

Abruptly, Rachel was gone from his lap, sliding across the kitchen floor before crashing into the stove with a loud bang. All the demons present walked forward a few steps, their black eyes narrowed on the small woman tied next to him. He himself couldn't help but gaze at her. However, Abby only had eyes for the downed Rachel, who was throwing daggers right back at her. A memory was surfacing, one of an eleven year old boy from about four years back. A brunette named Ava also came to mind.

"I told you to back off."

Rachel was on her feet, marching toward Abby, her arm already cocked back. He flexed again, desperately wanting his arms free when watching Abby's head whipping to the side from the force of the blonde demon's wrath.

"Stop it!"

After two more hits, Rachel stepped away, her face contorted in anger, her breathing quick and shallow. He stayed quiet, watching Abby to make sure she was okay. After a few seconds of being slumped over, motionless, the brown haired woman stirred, spitting out droplets of blood. She took a few deep breaths before lifting her head; he bit back a growl when seeing the bright red blotches on her face, no doubt already on their way to morphing into large, dark bruises.

"I'm fine, don't worry." She was looking at him this time, her teeth slick with blood as she smiled. "It's not like she can kill me. I mean something to Abaddon. That's the only reason I'm still alive. Right Rachel?"

He turned to look and sure enough Rachel was grinding her teeth together, her fists shaking with the effort of not lashing out again.

"You see, Rachel here use to be somebody when Crowley was president. She had herself a six figure salary, corner office with a view, and her name on the door. But with Crowley out of the picture Rachel got the boot from Big Red, demoted down to mail room. How am I doing so far?"

The blonde kept quiet.

"So anyway, now Rachel here is trying to get in Abaddon's good graces, which apparently has something to do with me."

Rachel's patience seemed to run out, reaching out to grab a fistful of hair, a snarl on her face. Abby seemed amused by the flustered demon, bloody lip making her grin a bit disturbing. But she ignored the fuming blonde that held a firm grip on her head. He had to give Abby credit, she was tough.

"So now she's pissed that she has to play brown-noser and do Abaddon's dirty work. Not knowing what kind of plan Big Red is cooking up, that's what's eating Rachel up. Wanting to be in the loop and yet being written off. She can't stand it."

Rachel gave a huff, shoving the mouthy woman away and pacing in the kitchen. He watched cautiously, his eyes following the irritated demoness, before whispering at Abby. "Why do they want you?"

"Hell if I know," Abby whispered back. "My family specializes in demons, although we have had a few other types of gigs. My Aunt and her friends have been demon hunting all their lives, my dad included. I got brought in almost a year ago."

"I was at the top, just a few pegs below Crowley when he disappeared and then that red-haired bitch comes along and tries to take over Hell. Now I have to deal with her ridiculous side projects!" Rachel was muttering to herself as she paced the linoleum.

"Rachel, are you monologuing over there?"

Abby should probably have stayed quiet, the humor in her voice not helping the situation. Although it seemed that she couldn't help herself, the snark just spilled out. The fuming blonde turned her head sharply to the teasing woman, eyes black in anger.

"Abby…"

His warning wasn't in time. Rachel was already in front of the brunette, grabbing the younger woman by the back of her head, fingers tangling themselves in hair. With a sneer she brought Abby in close to her face.

"You should watch yourself. With that little trick of yours I'm now incredibly interested. Is that why Abaddon wants you? Maybe you're one of Azazel's special kids. I might have to take a peek for myself, just to satisfy my curiosity."

Hearing the way Rachel was talking had the hairs raising on the back of his neck. He began fidgeting in his seat, arms and legs testing the restraints that held him. He needed to do something, anything, that would get this demon's attention off the female hunter. He couldn't allow Rachel to take hold of the young woman.

Abby's face was grim, her eyes narrowed as the two women continued their stare down. She knew what Rachel was hinting at, shaking her head at the thought. "That's not a good idea, Rachel."

"Hey bitc-!"

Rachel snapped her arm out in his direction and instantly his throat swell, cutting off his sentence and breathing. She hadn't even looked away from Abby. "The adults are talking."

"Let him go."

His eyes were watering, the inside of his throat felt on fire, his head getting lighter every passing second. The tiny sips of air he was getting through his nose would not support him for long.

"Do we really have to go through all this again? Let. Him. Go." Abby growled the last word, her teeth bared as her head slowly tilted to the side.

Immediately his airway opened, sharp, painful relief causing him to suck in deep staggered breaths, his gasps almost as loud as Rachel's cursing. With his head throbbing and attempting to regain himself, he caught up to what was going on in the kitchen. Rachel was standing far across from them, her hand held up to her face where a thin cut was bleeding down her cheek. Embedded nearly a good four inches into the far right wall was Ruby's knife, roughly twenty feet away from where it had been sitting on the counter just moments earlier.

Max Miller's face popped into his head and he was almost sure that Abby was one of Azazel's kids. But how the hell had she kept up with her powers since he had died? No, it didn't add up. Being a possible Cambion; now that made a whole lot more sense to him.

"Now, what did we learn?" was Abby's comeback.

Rachel didn't react to the taunt, instead she maneuvered around them, grabbing an extra chair and placing it in front of Abby. Afterwards she stomped over to one of his escorts, her hand held out, "Lighter."

He fidgeted more, pulling and tugging at his bonds, teeth grinding in frustration. "Shit Abby, why the hell didn't you escape in the first place?" Really, if she could do all these things, why would she want to stay captured?

She glanced at him quickly, a slight smile on her face. "Well, sure I could have, but then who would be here to bust you out?"

Rachel was back, standing above Abby menacingly. "Where is it?"

"Where's what?"

A stiff palm across the face as a reward for her sass.

"You know what! I can feel it blocking me. Just answer the question."

"Well, stop playing coy and just ask me straight up what you want."

"The tattoo! Where is it!?" Another hard right and more blood trailed down Abby's lip.

"Abby, don't tell them anything." He wouldn't be able to take it if Abby got possessed and he couldn't stop it.

Rachel was done with the inquisition, reaching out to move Abby's sleeves up, pulling down her collar, lifting her shirt up, searching for, what he assumed to be, an anti-possession tattoo. He didn't stop to think that other hunters would see the convenience of build-in protection.

"I'm telling you Rachel, bad juju." So far Abby's warnings were ignored, which he couldn't understand. Sure, no one wants to be possessed but this just sounded strange. Was she hiding something?

"Sneaky. No one thinks to check any lower than the knees." Rachel nodded at her line of demon helpers, Big Bird coming over immediately. Cutting at the rope that held Abby's right ankle captive, the male demon pulled up her pant leg to reveal the flaming star inked on the lower part of her calf.

"Way prettier than any butterfly or flower out there and much more sophisticated than a tramp stamp, don't you think?" Abby looked up at him, her face already setting in stone when the scratching sound of the Zippo's flint wheel was turned.

As excruciating as it was, getting one's skin burned off, Abby managed to soldier through it, only letting out a small initial yelp before gritting her teeth through the rest of the procedure. On the other hand he had shouted and cursed out everyone in the room, almost tipping over in his thrashing, the need to somehow stop them from hurting her further escalating.

After a few more seconds Abby let out a labored breath, her leg twitching in pain, the scent of burned flesh filling the room. Rachel's laughter rang out, throwing the lighter back at the demon who gave it as she plopped herself down in the chair stationed before Abby, her smile large, black eyes twinkling with glee.

"You stay the hell out of her, you hear me? Keep away from her!"

Rachel cocked an eyebrow at him, smirk playing on her lips, "You're in no position to be demanding anything. Just enjoy the show." With that said, she winked at him playfully before throwing her head back.

"NO!"

Like all demons before, the column of demonic miasma shot out into the air and dive bombed violently into Abby's awaiting mouth.

I was gonna extend it a bit but I liked how that ended. I'm also pretty proud of the fact that I managed to keep his idenity a secret. Now, does anyone want to make guesses on what Abby is? Hehe...See you soon! -Mez