I am so sorry. I was totally going to update this weeks ago, but I hit a wall (figuratively) and needed a break. But hey, I'm all the way to season nine on Supernatural, so there's that. Anyways, this will probably be the finishing chapter for this story. I told you guys it would be short and I actually meant it this time. So for all those who kept at it with me, thank you and the ride has been fun.

Enjoy!

The afternoon sun filtered in through the windows with the light settling on the beds. They were empty, the brothers who had occupied them that night were sitting at the table. Dean was checking his gun over while Sam cleaned the demon killing knife. A knock at the door had them placing their weapons on their belts.

Sam opened the door to reveal Trace in her mother's skin again. Her outfit the one she wore with the skin. Sam gestured with his arm for her to come in. Dean frowned a bit at her choice of skin, but remembered how she had spoken of her vulnerability in her actual skin and let go of his slight disappointment.

"Alright boys, are you ready?" Trace asked, her cunning smile on her face and no trace of worry in her voice. Sam and Dean could see the worry in her eyes, but made no mention of it. They all knew the risk they were taking today.

"Let's roll," Dean replied as he stood from the chair.

Trace led the way out of the room. Sam behind her and Dean last. He closed the door with a sense of finality.

Trace and the brothers had met up with the boy who was going to help them before taking their places at various angles around the park. His name was Steven and his voice shook when Trace asked him if he understood the plan, but he had showed up and wanted to help find his friend.

The three watched Steven play on the monkey bars at the edge of the park. He said that that was where most of the other kids had been picked. They watched him play for a half an hour when Dean was going to call it off for the day. As Dean was getting ready to give the signal to Trace, a woman in a black suit approached Steven. Trace nodded at Dean, which meant it was time to move in. Sam had already spotted the woman and was ready.

"I can bring him back Steven," Her voice was soft and luring, "You and your puppy can play together forever."

"He's not making any deals with you," Dean interrupted and pulled a cloth around her mouth, "Devil's trap on that, so no escaping."

"And unless you want this inside your stomach," Trace explained and the demon looked down at her stomach to see that Sam had the knife to her stomach, "I suggest you take to your base of operations."

The demon glared at the three of them before rolling her eyes and walking with Dean and Sam right beside her towards the forest by the park. Trace kneeled in front of Steven whose whole body was shaking now.

"You did a great job Steven," Trace smiled at the scared boy who nodded back at her, "Go home now. My friends and I will take care of the bad woman, okay?"

Steven nodded at Trace before running in the direction of the houses. Dean and Sam were almost to the tree line when Trace stood up. She dusted off her jeans before walking to catch up with them.

The demon was tied to a chair in a warehouse she had led the three to. It was clearly abandoned and empty. The smirk on her face had them worried she had purposefully led them her for a trap.

"You seem to be a frequent body changer so sorry for the extra precautions," Sam explained, no note of actually being sorry in his voice.

"The fact that the Winchesters took extra caution with me is flattering so no need to be sorry," She practically purred at Sam who in return flung holy water at her, the hissing filled the space.

"Where are the kids you've taken?" Dean asked approaching the chair with a flask of holy water in his hand.

"That's what all this is about?" She laughed at the angry brothers, "They're gone. Young bodies are so much easier to control after all. High demand.

Dean flung more holy water at the woman who again flailed in pain at its touch.

"They're not gone," Trace now approached the chair, no holy water in hand, "If they were, you would be too."

"Working with monsters now, boys? Tsk tsk," She smiled at the brothers before glaring at Trace, "I hate shifters the most, you know. They're the closest to human and yet we still can't get inside you. So, I'm not telling anything to a shifting whore."

Trace moved forward quickly and grabbed the handles of the chair. She face almost close enough to touch the startled demons. The brothers also seemed startled at Trace's actions.

"I can see your real face," Trace said quietly, "I hear that a showing a demon what they've turned themselves into will kill them. The madness from seeing how twisted they've become is too much for them."

The demon glared again at Trace, but fear was in her eyes.

"I can show you your face if you want," The skin of Trace's face began to move as if she was going to change.

"Wait," The demon yelled and Trace's face stilled, Trace leaned back from the demon, "The kids are down that hallway, at the end."

Sam nodded at Dean before taking off for the hallway that the demon had gestured to. Trace smiled victoriously at Dean who actually gave a smile back.

"You'll never find her," The demon spoke again to Trace, whose smile dropped as she looked back at the demon, "But if you feel like dying, go the abandoned paper mill in Lewiston, Washington. The demon that's been inside her is stationed there for a few months like I am here."

Trace looked disturbed before a huge smile took over her face that confused the demon. Sam walked in with the missing kids that looked scare, but okay.

"I knew you wouldn't resist taunting me. Thanks for the info," Trace winked at the demon before looking at Dean, "Exercise her."

Dean began chanting and Trace walked over to Sam and the kids.

"Time to go home," Sam said to the kids and Trace nodded in agreement.

Sam, Dean and Trace stood outside their motel. The impala was packed and Trace's Jeep wrangler was packed as well.

"Somehow, I knew you'd have a car like this," Dean commented on the car that Trace was leaning on.

"It suits me," Trace laughed a little before pushing off the car towards the brothers. She put her hand out, "Thanks for everything guys."

"Come on," Dean knocked her hand away before pulling her in for a quick hug. A surprised Trace returned it.

Sam then pulled Trace in for a similar hug that she again returned. She smiled at the two once Sam had released her.

"Going to find your sister now?" Sam asked as Trace climbed into her car.

"Yep," She nodded at the brothers, "Take care of yourselves."

"You too," Dean and Sam said back.

Trace smiled one last time before backing out of her parking space and driving away from the Winchesters. The two then got into the impala and drove off to their next destination.

A few weeks later.

Sam and Den sat in a local diner in a small town. A burger in front of Dean and the house soup in front of Sam. They were taking a break from discussing their current hunt to eat when Sam's phone went off. Confused at getting a text, Sam opened his phone immediately. When he did he smiled.

"Look who it is," He handed the phone to the curious Dean. Who also smiled.

The text was simply a picture. The picture was of a smiling Trace, the real Trace, and a younger woman who looked similar to her next to her. Trace had her arm around the younger woman's shoulders and the young woman was giving a thumbs up the camera.

"Some good news at last," Dean announced and Sam nodded in agreement. Then Sam's phone went off again.

"It says it a picture for you," Sam gave the phone to Dean who stopped chewing when he saw the picture of what seemed like just cleavage. However the phone went off again and he glared at the second picture of Trace pointing to her elbow and laughing.

"Some things never change," Dean shook his head, somewhat angrily. Sam grabbed the phone from the table and laughed at the two pictures.

Even with her teasing, the Winchesters were happy to have met the strange shifter who had come in and out of their life so quickly and quietly.

There you have it. I hope I didn't rush it, but it was supposed to be short. I purposely had no romance between Trace and either of the brothers since I didn't want there to be. However, I did include that last part since Dean does usually get the girl so I thought it would be funny. Anyway, let me know what you thought of the story! I actually want to know. Hate it, love it, feel indifferent about it? Let me know. Anyways, it's been fun. Maybe I'll do another Supernatural story.

Thanks!

-seb

P.S. No editing, like usual. Also, I have no idea if there is an abandoned paper mill in Lewiston, Washington. I just needed a small town to put down and I've been there before so I thought, 'why not?'