A/N: Sorry for any mistakes, I was in a hurry.

"Only Skin Deep"

"Hello Johnny." It came from right behind you.

You almost jump out of your skin. No one had been in the parking lot when you had started looking trough the Impala's trunk for some clean clothes. It was late, and only the unsavory would be caught in this sort of place at this time of night.

You turn to look at the woman. She's tiny and harmless looking but the smile on her full lips gives her away. It speaks volumes about the trouble she's packing.

"Who are you?" You've recovered from your earlier start.

That smile turns into a grin and it's nothing but the showing of teeth. She blinks and her hazel eyes are black.

You take a step back before you realize you've moved. You've never seen a real demon before. Despite the stories you've heard of them, the one standing in front of you isn't what you except.

"I'm a messenger." She puts her hand on her hip and you realize that her every movement is design for seduction.

You're not falling for it.

"And I've got a message." She purrs it.

"From who?" You keep your voice steady. That smile is just teeth and those black eyes make you feel cold.

"Your Uncle Sam."

Who else, you think to yourself. "Yea? And what's he got to say?"

"Go home." She looks bored saying it.

You smirk at her. "Sorry. No can do."

"I thought you might say that." She smirks back at you. "So I took it upon myself to take out a little insurance that will get you out of town."

You keep your expression of amusement and boredom, wondering what she could possible have on you. There wouldn't be a lot. You've cut ties with everything, even your mother just about, and what was going on in this town just got a lot more interesting if dear old Uncle Sam wanted you gone.

"I buried that little girl from New Orleans, in a real grave this time, about five minutes ago. She's six feet under in the next town." She's enjoying this, the gleam in her eye tells you so. "Even under all that dirt she I could still hear her screaming."

Your blood runs cold.

"Seems she a little claustrophobic." She says it with a small shrug.

How did she know about Lottie? You had left her a year ago in New Orleans, hadn't called her once. How did this demon know where to hit?

She laughs. "You thought we didn't know about her?" She laughs harder. "Oh Johnny, we've been keeping up with you. There isn't anything we don't know. "

Her laughter makes you snap, and you're consumed by rage. Something you've never experienced before. You reach for the pistol not far from your right hand in the trunk. You know it won't kill her but it's the only thing you can think of.

You don't hesitate pulling the trigger.

She twists that pretty face she's wearing into a snarl. "You really shouldn't have done that." A cloud of black smoke escapes from her mouth, and her body goes limp.

The demon is gone, leaving you with a woman dying slowly of a gunshot wound to her stomach. Realization hits you hard as she lay their, bleeding out. No the bullet wouldn't kill the demon, but it would kill the person it was using.

Guilt is something you've dealt with a few times since becoming a hunter. Your mother being a source of some of it. Victims you couldn't save being another. But not murder. This is a new one.

It felt like time slowed as you held on to the woman the demon had been processing, telling her how sorry you were and that she was going to be okay.

But she wasn't fighting it, the relief in her eyes telling you so. She reaches up and touches your face, and if you could have traded places with her you would have. Anything to right this.

She starts to say something and you lean closer to her. "Hillcrest Cemetery." The words are barely discernable and didn't make sense to you just then.

Then she is gone, and time went from a creeping passing to a complete stop.

The demon had been wearing this woman like clothing. You had known it was possessing somebody, and in your rage you didn't even give pause to how shooting the demon would effect the person being inside. You wonder how you could ever make up for something like this.

The world starts up again with the sound of sirens not too far off. You gently lay her down on the ground to be found by the approaching police before getting in the Impala, and leaving. Lottie needed you now.

You were half way to the next town when you realized what the dead woman's last words meant. She'd told you where Lottie was.