"Well, well, the Winchester boys," the woman said. "How long has it been?"

"Uh, never?" Dean ventured, looking over the beautiful, tan-skinned woman with flowing black hair, dark eyes, full lips, and a curvaceous figure.

She looked down at her figure and appeared to recall something she'd forgotten. "Oh, I forgot. My new meat. She was a secretary." Her dark brown eyes turned black. "She called me a bitch, so I possessed her."

Sam's lips curled into an angry grimace. "Meg."

Meg smiled at him sweetly and cooed, "And you go to the head of the class."

"Why'd you change hosts?"

Meg shrugged. "I got bored with my old one. She was so out of fashion. This is the new black."

"I like your new outfit," Dean said sourly. "You look like Jessica Alba. I always wanted to kick her ass."

Meg grinned at him. "More likely, she'd kick yours."

Sam stepped out in front of Elizabeth. Dean and Cas closed ranks on either side of him. "You're not touching her," Sam snarled.

"Oh, I don't have to," Meg said. "My hold on her is firm. Now, if I can just get that little dust speck out of the way…" She knelt down and cleared away some brush on the ground, revealing an Enochian symbol drawn in blood.

"No!" shouted Cas, coming forward.

They hadn't noticed before that her hand was bleeding. She slammed her hand on the symbol, and Cas vanished in a brilliant burst of light.

"How the hell did you know that symbol?" Dean demanded.

"Isn't it obvious?" Meg said, sounding genuinely surprised. "Especially in light of recent events."

Sam's mouth fell open. "You're the witch!"

Meg laughed mordantly.

"I should've known," Sam snarled. "All along. Summoning the daeva, talking to Azazel through a brass cup full of blood."

Meg snickered.

"That kind of crap is dark, heavy, old-school black magic," Sam said. "Even a demon can't pull it off without prior knowledge."

Meg smiled. "Ah, Sam, still as quick on the uptake as ever we were. It only took you… what, six years to figure me out?"

Sam and Dean both scowled at her.

"But you're right," Meg admitted, with some pride. "I am a witch. And I am the one who put the brand on her."

Sam had John's journal in his inner jacket pocket. He reached for it, saying, "And I am the one who's gonna stop your witchcraft here and now!" He opened it to one of the exorcisms.

"Oh, please," Meg said, bored and annoyed. With a slight wave of her hand, not even coming close to Sam, she spun him around, sprawling him across the hood of the Impala. The book flew out of his hand, into the middle of the road. Elizabeth rushed to him as he slid off the hood.

Dean spun towards Meg. "You're the Queen Bitch, you know that?"

A wave of Meg's hand pinned Dean to the ground. Both boys were down. Sam was unconscious. Meg approached Elizabeth, grinning so maliciously that Elizabeth wondered why she didn't have sharp fangs and horns protruding from her skull. With an angry grunt, Elizabeth launched herself at Meg, knocking the taller but lighter woman off her feet. They both fell to the ground, and Elizabeth punched Meg in the nose.

The only reason Elizabeth got a strike on Meg was because she took the demon by surprise. Meg threw her off, back against the Impala, so forcefully that Elizabeth actually dented the side door.

"Hey!" Dean called to Meg. "Watch what you're doing!"

Meg picked herself up and sauntered up to Elizabeth. "Amateur." She touched her hand to Elizabeth's head. The girl's eyes rolled back, and her head was surrounded by a fiery halo.

Dean pressed against the stony ground as hard as he could, but he couldn't pry himself loose. Sam's eyes opened slowly, and he saw what Meg was doing. He gathered his legs underneath him and launched himself at Meg, intending to knock her aside.

Meg vanished before he reached her. He landed on Elizabeth, lying on top of her with his face inches away from hers.

Dean thought of a good off-color comment to describe Sam and Elizabeth's position, but he shoved it aside when he realized that she was unconscious. He got up and knelt beside Sam. Sam held up Elizabeth's head while Dean parted her hair. A large, red welt in the shape of an X covered the six-sided symbol.

Sam looked up at Dean, his face pale and his eyes filled with terror.