Sorry guys, took a break for Christmas with the family. Also I got through the sixth season and now on the seventh one. I freaking hate the Leviathans, they're so annoying. Also I've been playing the Sims a lot since I got it to work and I got a new expansion pack. Sorry, distractions galore! Anyways…

Enjoy!

The gleaming impala pulled up in front of the elementary school, the bells ringing as children ran from the building, some ran to waiting mothers standing outside and some to cars idling out front. Two unhappy looking men sat in the front seat of the impala as the local principle came walking from the building with more purpose in her walk than usual for the local principle.

"Miss Plum!" A voice called out from behind Trace, her heading turning to look at the voice that belonged to another teacher, but her feet not stopping, "I'm so glad you're feeling better!"

Trace rolled her eyes. The woman was overly nice and overly weight, but Trace had had enough of her sickly sweet attitude and wondered how the real Miss Plum put up with the woman on a day to day basis.

"Thank you!" Trace yelled back as she grabbed the handle of the backseat of the impala.

"Miss Plum, whose car is this?" The teacher lowered her voice to a whisper, "Who are those men?"

"My new lovers," Trace gave the shocked woman a winning smile as she opened the door and slid into the car.

Dean let out a small chuckle as he pushed on the peddle to drive the car away from the school. By the time the boys looked back it was Trace's face and body sitting in the back, again lacking clothes, but her again. She gave them her smile as she pulled her clothes back on.

"Sorry boys, it's cold in here so the show's gonna be short," Trace laughed as the scowl came back onto Deans face when he looked at her. Sam just did his slightly offended look at her statement.

"You know you just scarred that woman for life, right?" Dean asked, the first comment from the shape-shifter that had made him actually chuckle came back to mind.

"It'll be good for her," Trace snorted, "Something to gossip about to make the principle seem more interesting because after being her for a day I can tell you that she is absol-freaking-utely boring."

"That's great, but did you find anything out about the demon we're hunting?" Dean asked gruffly, turning the car down the road that led to their motel.

"I did, but nothing that should be discussed until we get to the room," Trace replied. Her voice had dropped its playfulness and gained a more serious tone.

"To the motel then," Sam stated and Dean silently agreed.

Trace finished putting her clothes on, her leather jacket keeping her warm in the cold car.

"We're back in the room so spill," Dean commanded as they walked back into the room. Dean sitting on his bed and Sam on his. Trace pulled up a chair to sit across but between the Winchesters.

"I talked to the kids all day, claiming that they should talk with their principle about how their coping with the disappearances. After all these kids were friends," Trace sighed and both the boys had looks of sadness cross their faces before Trace continued, "Apparently this thing has been findings its victim at a park the kids like to go to after school. It changes bodies every time, but the kids all say it picked their friends who had lost something."

"Lost something?" Sam asked the question that came to both the boys' minds.

"Like if the kid had a family member die or pet die recently," Trace explained, "It singles out the kid, asks if they want to see what they lost again, then the kid goes missing."

"That is some royally messed up shit," Dean blurted out and Trace let out an angry sounding snort.

"So what we go stake out the park and look for any demons making deals with kids?" Sam asked after a pause that followed Dean's comment.

"No quite," An uncomfortable air surrounded Trace, "One of the boys that came in said he wanted revenge for the thing that took his best friend. As it turns out the kid's dog died a few days ago. So I asked if he was brave enough to meet some of the principles friends at the park to help catch the bad guy."

"You what?" Dean asked, the anger in his voice raising its volume.

"We needed a lead and I got one," Trace shot back at Dean, "And I told him he didn't have to come if he was too scared, it's his choice."

"So we're just gonna offer this kid up?" Dean asked again with anger in his voice.

"No, he's going to be a potential fourth partner," Trace snapped back and her voice took on a hard edge, "But we will make sure not a damn hair is touched on his head."

"Of course we will," Dean agreed with a hard voice, "But the night before I offer up a kid to a demon, I'm going to need a drink."

"I think we all will, stud," Trace spoke as Dean got up. A part of him wanted to immediately tell her no, but she had been helpful and she seemed as torn up over the plan as him. So Dean grabbed three beers from the fridge and tossed one to Sam and the other to Trace.

After several drinks and some inappropriate jokes about human mating rituals, there was laughter talking heard in the room. Even though the plan for the next day hung heavy on their shoulders, the air in the room was light for now and the brothers were giving Trace a chance at treating her like a human.

"So is this your original skin?" Sam asked, genuine curiosity on his face, "You always revert back to this one."

"Um, no," Trace let out a small laugh, "Eyes don't shine in my own skin."

"Wait, really?" Dean chimed in, "I didn't know that. Why didn't I know that?"

"Probably cause shifter never really go back to their original skin once they have their ability, kinda feels vulnerable," Trace gave another small laugh, "This is actually what my mom looked like about twenty years ago."

"Well, your mom was hot," Dean commented as Trace glared and rolled her eyes, "So what do you really look like?"

"I'll show you," Trace announced and the boys both smiled, "But, I'll be wearing my mom again in the morning. Walking around as myself is too risky."

"Deal," Sam and Dean said in unison and Trace jumped off her chair to go to the bathroom. She grabbed the bag she had moved to Sam and Dean's room as she walked to change.

Trace closed the door behind her. The boys heard some popping and then silence. Then the light sound of a person putting clothes on could be heard. Then the door opened and there stood another girl. She had a similar face to the one that had gone in moments ago, but it wasn't as piercing as the other face. It was softer and kinder than the face before. She wasn't emanating a violent feeling anymore. Her hair was the same brown color, but straight and long. Her hair was behind her ears and swayed against her lower back. She had on a long cream sweater and jeans with black flats.

"So, what do you boys think?" If it hadn't been for the voice the two wouldn't have believed it was the cunning shifter they had been with the past couple days, "I haven't been in this body for a while so my hair is out of hand."

"That's really you?" Dean asked incredulous, but not in a hurtful way.

"Check with the phone," Trace tossed them her phone again. Sam caught it and it was him that check her humanity again. This time her pale green eyes did not shine, "I'm a little more into plain clothes in my normal self. Don't like to stand out."

"Understandable," Sam commented as he shut the phone and tossed it back to Trace who was making her way back to her chair, "If it isn't too personal, can I ask why you're hunting by yourself instead of parents?"

"Because I ran away," Trace sighed, leaning forward on her backwards chair, "They wanted me to go to college before deciding to take up hunting for good. Of course they wanted me to major in some sort of mythological studies, but they knew I had unfinished business that I had to take care of."

"What business?" Sam picked up her last comment.

"When I was sixteen we lived in this really small rental so my little sister and I had to share a room. She was normal so of course she was the favorite and I knew that, but I didn't mind because she looked up to me even though I was a monster," Trace paused her eyes closing for a second, "One night this smoke comes into the room and I woke up because I could feel it touching me, but it couldn't get inside me. One of the ironic benefits of being a monster because it went into my little sister instead. She was twelve, and the last I saw of my sister was her screaming as it shoved itself inside her and when I ran to help her she flicked me across the room and I passed out. When I came to, she was gone."

"I'm sorry, Trace," Sam said, the pain of knowing what a lost sibling feels like etched on his face as well his brothers.

"Yeah," Dean agreed, his voice clawing its way out of his throat.

"Well, tracking a demon down to find my sister kinda took importance over college," Trace laughed while she wiped her eyes, "I don't know if this thing will know where my sister is or she's even alive, but if there's a chance it does or any other demon that's been taking kids know something, I'll take that chance."

"We're behind you," Dean raised his beer towards Trace who laughed before tapping her bottle against his.

Alright guys, I'm exhausted. I tried editing, but I may have missed a few things here and there. I go back to previous chapters to make sure that I don't get too confusing and I find my mistakes and I die a little inside. So let me know how it's going, seriously I want feedback.

Thanks!

-seb