Chapter 29

Sam and Dean stood there in amazement for a moment as they stared at what was once Abigail. She stood there wearing Abigail's clothes and skin, but her black eyes gave away what she really was. She stared at Sam like he was a piece of meat with a rather large smile on her face.

"How long have you been in her?" Sam demanded.

The demon laughed, "I'll get to that in a minute, sport."

"Then what the hell do you want to talk about?" Dean interjected with a hateful glint in his eye.

The demon tore her eyes from Sam, and cast her gaze to Dean. She looked upon him with false pity.

"Aw, poor Dean," she cooed, "how long is it now? Two days? You're staring down the barrel aint ya kiddo?"

"Go to hell!" Dean spat defiantly.

The demon's smile dropped, but the playful glint in her black eyes remained, "Not before you, dear."

Dean scowled at the demon, but didn't say anything else.

The demon turned her attention to Clay, and her smile returned. But the second she noted how hard he trembled by Sam's side, her smile dropped and she adopted a phony pout.

"Oh Clay, we've known each other for so long! Why suddenly so nervous around me?" She teased.

Clay turned to look up at Sam and opened their link without hesitation, "She's a demon?" He asked Sam silently.

Sam didn't look down at Clay, he didn't want to tip the demon off that he and his son were telepathic. "She's possessed by one, yes." Sam responded.

"Isn't there like…an exorcism or something that'll get it out of her?" Clay asked desperately.

"Now boys," the demon said aloud with her fake pout intact, "secrets aren't much fun for the rest of us!"

Sam looked up at the demon quizzically, but she only shrugged in response.

The demon chuckled gleefully, but was interrupted when Ruby let out a drawn out sigh. The demon threw Ruby a disgusted look.

"Not getting bored, are you?" The demon asked rhetorically, "Well strap in, I'll get to you in a minute, bitch."

Ruby only rolled her eyes, "Where's Lilith? She's what the whole escort outside is about, right?"

The demon smiled at Ruby slyly, "Oh Lilith's here…don't you worry your pretty little head about her."

"Tell her to get her ass in here." Sam snapped spitefully.

The demon snapped her head in his direction, "Now why would I do that?"

"I want to have a little talk with her." Sam replied as a ghost of a smirk crossed his features.

The demon didn't miss it, it even made her smile widen.

"Hm, Sam. You gonna take your spot in front of demon army?" She teased.

"No," Sam said in a deep tone, "but I got a couple new tricks to show her."

The demon only laughed, "I'm sure you do." But then she turned to Clay, "But then again…so does your son."

"Leave him out of this!" Both Sam and Dean snapped at the same time.

"How adorable," the demon whispered dangerously as she walked smoothly toward Sam, "you've gotten so attached to our kid in so little time…I'm touched."

Sam cocked his head in confusion, what was this demon getting at calling Clay 'their son'? Clay was Abigail's and Sam's.

As if reading his mind, the demon let out a throaty laugh.

"Oh now this is just too perfect!" the demon exclaimed as her beady black eyes darted back and forth between Sam and Clay, "I wonder, what exactly is your theory as to why Clay is more powerful than you, Sammy?"

Sam didn't answer; he just continued to look at the demon curiously. But then his eyes darted to Ruby when she let out a small gasp.

"You didn't?" Ruby whispered.

"Ah," the demon replied, "it seems Ruby gets it."

"Gets what?" Dean demanded angrily.

The demon rolled her eyes and her smile dropped, "and Dean doesn't."

She then turned her attention back to Sam who seemed to be thinking about it really hard. "Come on Sammy, think. I know you can figure it out."

Sam looked down at Clay's bright blue eyes, Abigail's eyes. He tried to search for something in his son, anything that would lead him to the right answer.

He thought about his and Dean's theory. He remembered the night Azazel showed him the memory of him coming into Sam's room as a baby and bleeding into his mouth. Sam then remembered the night Clay was conceived and how straightforward Abigail was that night.

She put a gentle hand on his lap as she cuddled in closer to him. That got his attention as he looked over at her wide-eyed, and completely clueless as how to play it off.

"Uh, Abigail?" Sam questioned nervously.

"Sorry, I'm a bit cold." She replied with a chuckle as they locked eyes.

Sam shook his head for a moment as he calculated what this meant; the memory then did a fast-forward motion in his mind.

"Sam, is this a date or a hang out?" Abigail asked a bit more forcefully.

Sam looked down at her with curiosity.

"Um…well I thought you'd want to take it slow." Sam said shakily.

"Why would I want to go slow? You were the one who told me that your dad moves you around a lot…we may not have enough time to take this slow." Abigail pushed.

"So what would you suggest?" Sam asked as he crossed his arms over his chest.

A small smile appeared on Abigail's face, as the hand she had so gently placed on Sam's lap began to slowly travel to his groin.

But what did this mean? Was this somehow connected? Sam thought about Azazel again, and this his breath hitched in his throat and his eyes widened when the pieces suddenly fell into place.

Sam had always just assumed that Azazel came into Clay's nursery as he had done with Sam and the other children, but now he realized that wasn't the case.

Sam looked up at the demon with such raw hatred he couldn't contain it. Clay had to take a step back so he didn't pass out from the intensity.

The demon's smile widened sheepishly, "Ah…Sammy gets it."

A snarl came to Sam's face as he stared the demon down. Abigail was not Clay's mother after all…this demon was.

"How long have you been in her?" Sam repeated in a dangerous tone.

The demon's smile widened to her eyes as she released the most bone-chilling fit of laughter Sam had ever heard in his life.

Wow, I'm a bitch for leaving it off like this. Haha. Sorry guys! :D