Oops, I went past a day. I am terrible about deadlines, but I do write well at two in the morning. Sorry guys, I got a new computer and I've been transferring old files onto it and blah, blah, blah. Anyway, let me know if the story makes sense, then again sometimes Supernatural doesn't make sense, but let me know if it's terrible. Haha.

Enjoy!

"You've got about ten seconds to talk," Dean stepped forward and grabbed the collar of Trace's jacket, "Before I slice your throat open."

"Alright calm down, Slice and Dice," Trace pushed away Deans hand, "Yes I am a freaky shape-shifter, but I was raised a hunter."

"Raised as hunter?" Sam asked incredulously, "How'd that happen?"

"Parents were adopted, biological grandparents were shape-shifters and the gene skipped a generation, blah, blah, blah," Trace turned away from the boys to look towards the window again, a dark look crossing her features, "Not all shape-shifters are the same."

"We've heard the 'I'm not like the others of my species' speech before and it got us a pile of crap so sorry, but I'm still feeling the urge to slice your throat," Dean smirked at Trace who had turned back towards the boys.

"Shape-shifters are human," Trace took a step towards Dean, "The ones that go bad let their animalistic tendencies get taken away by human emotions, usually one in particular like greed. When you've got parents who chose to raise their freak child instead of take a bat to their brains, you tend to come out alright."

"So your parents were hunters?" Sam's grip on his knife hadn't loosened, but he was less threatening than his steaming brother.

"Are hunters, and they figured that letting me into the family business would not only keep me on the good path, but would make me a damn good hunter," Trace moved to the chair and table near the tiny kitchen and sat down, "So I'm here to offer my services."

Sam and Dean looked at each other, Sam cautious, but curious and Dean, tired. Both knew they needed help, but neither really wanted to let a shape-shifter watch their back. However, their dead ends day and lack of any information on what they were after left them no choice.

"Alright, fine," Dean growled as Trace smiled in victory, "But you make any step in the wrong direction and you'll be dead before you even feel the knife."

"Got it," Trace raised her hand towards the boys, "Anything to get this bitch. Shake on it?"

Dean looked back at Sam before sighing in defeat and grabbing Trace's extended hand. Regret already settling into his stomach as he looked at Trace's smiling face.

"Well, as cute as you boys are, I'm going to head to my room," Trace got up from the chair and made her way to the door, "I'll be here bright and early. Goodnight."

The door closed behind her as the brothers looked at each other.

"I'm not going to like this," Dean sighed as he laid back onto his bed.

"Never do," Sam agreed as he sat heavily on his bed.

The boys closed their eyes, dreading the morning and their uneasy alliances with a formidable foe.

The knock at the door startled both the brothers awake, the morning sun barely filtering in as the older brothers groans filled the air at the intrusion of his sleep. The younger brother getting up to answer the door to stop the knocking.

"Good morning sleepyheads," Trace strolled in with a different pair of jeans and a white tank top on, but other than that she looked the same as yesterday, "Come on boys, demons don't sleep in."

"I was hoping you were just a bad dream," Dean grumbled as he sat up.

"Nope honey all real," Trace smirked at the sleepy Winchester, "Well sort of. Here eat up."

Trace tossed some breakfast sandwiches at Sam and Dean who both caught them. Dean dropped his in his lap, feigning disgust, but when his stomach rumbled and Trace eyed him suspiciously he picked the sandwich back up to begin eating.

"Idiot," Trace grunted before going to sit at the table near the kitchen.

The impala rumbled along the road as its three passengers sat in silence. Trace was enjoying how uncomfortable she made the two brothers in the front seat, Sam wanted to ask Trace more questions, but didn't want to be the first the end the silence, and Dean just refused to acknowledge the monster in the back seat.

"So what's the plan shifter?" Dean said his first words since the morning and they caused an eye roll from Trace.

"Nice nickname. And since your guys FBI search turned up nada, I'm going to shift into the local principle who has overcome the cold that sent her home yesterday miraculously, and interview some of the students," Trace explained as she began taking off her jacket, "Kids will be more likely to have seen something since all the other kids disappeared when they were playing at the park."

"We already interviewed the kids and their parents," Sam stated and looked back Trace before looking back towards the road when he noticed the absence of her jacket and tank top.

"Yeah, well kids are more likely to talk to someone they know than two mysterious guys in suits," Trace explained as she began removing her jeans.

"And why are you giving Sam a heart attack from the back seat?" Dean asked, noticing Sam's uncomfortably hard stare at the road.

"Well the local principle wouldn't be wearing a leather jacket and jeans," Trace said as she finished pulling off her jeans, "I've been practicing shifting since I was little so other than my hair coming out, there shouldn't be any mess when I change. If this freaks you out though, well, good."

Before either of the boys could retort or express their curiosity, Trace's skin bubbled up and then down as her bones moved beneath her skin and she went from the face they knew as hers to a strangers face. Her hair was the only thing that came off her body as it changed from curled brown to short and blonde. Her features much softer and older and her eyes going from deep green to a light blue. She also sat taller in the seat as her bones expanded. Pops came from her, but other than that she made no noise as she body changed its form.

"Time to get dressed again so enjoy this nice lady's body while you can," Trace's voice came out of the woman's body, "Drop me off at the elementary school and pick me up at three."

"Uh, the voice Trace," Sam pointed out as Trace slipped into a pencil skirt, dress shirt, and matching blazer.

"Yeah, I know" A different voice came from the woman, "See you boys later."

The boys watched as Trace's signature smirk placed itself on the woman's face before she got out of the car and walked towards the elementary school, kids running to the school as the morning bell rang.

"I still don't like this," Dean growled as his scowl deepened.

"Yeah, I know," Sam sighed, still staring at the road ahead.

I know it was kinda short and uneventful, but it was a little transitional and gave some more to the character. This will probably be more than three chapters, like maybe five. I was gonna keep working on this, but I'm so tired. I also tried to edit as I went along, but again I am really tired.

Let me know your thoughts.

Thanks!

-seb