KABUKI JOE!

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A/N: I DO NOT, I REPEAT, DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL

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"Well, three of my tenants have gone missing," she explained, "all of them were young college age women. They may still be alive."

"How do you figure?" Sam asked as Joe started to untie him.

"The killer abducts each of his victims," Zoë explained, "and drops their bodies two weeks later."

"How long did they go missing?" Sam asked.

"One of them went missing five days ago," Zoë replied, "the other two have been missing for since last Tuesday."

"That was a week ago, Dean." Sam stated soundly. "They may still be alive."

"So, what are we waiting for?" Dean asked as he stood up after being completely untied. "We have a freaking psycho out there to catch."

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"So, do you think you can find the others by becoming her?" Dean asked pointing to the woman's corpse that was before them.

"As long as her brain hasn't decomposed too much," Zoë nodded as she began to run her hands over the stilled face.

"What are you doing?" Sam inquired.

"I'm trying to get incorporate her DNA," she explained as she continued.

"Is this gonna take long?" Dean asked wearily, "I mean…"

"Hush!" Zoë snapped. "I need to be able to concentrate. It takes longer to incorporate decease's DNA that it does of the living."

"We're sorry," Sam apologized. "We can wait, right Dean?"

"Yeah, we'll just wait over there," Dean replied pointing to a couple of stools near by.

Taking out a deck of cards, he added, "So, Sammy, how about a friendly game…."

"I'll deal." Sam said as he snatched the deck from Dean's hand.

Zoë continued to incorporate the victim's DNA in to her system.

It had taken her nearly an hour before she was able to inform the Winchester that she was ready.

"Now what?" Dean asked getting up from the stool.

"I need to change." She answered as she headed for another room.

"How long will that take?" Dean sighed.

"Dean, you really do need to work on your patience, don't you?" Zoë uttered as she closed the door behind her.

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Fifteen minutes later, Zoë stepped out in the form of the victim that was lying on the slab.

Dean and Sam could see that she was struggling to stand.

"Are you all right?" Sam asked as he and Dean rushed over to her before she collapsed on them.

"I-I'll be fine in a min…" She started to say as she fell in Dean's arm.

"We can see that, Sweetheart." Dean said as he lifted her up in his arms.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Zoë stammered.

"Just trying to help out." Dean shrugged.

"What," she batted her eyelashes up at him, "and not try to kill me?"

"Um, maybe later." Dean smirked down at her.

He carried her over to the table where he and Sam had been playing a friendly game of poker.

"So, who won?" Zoë asked as Sam started pick up the cards that had been spread on top of the table.

"Um, it was a standstill…" Sam shuffled the cards.

"Whaddya mean?" Dean declared as he laid Zoë down on the table, "I was totally kicking your ass!"

"Dean." Sam rolled his eyes.

Zoë let a soft groan escape her lips as she closed her eyes.

"Zoë?" Dean asked as he leaned over her to see if she had somehow injured herself.

She quickly grabbed his hand.

"Just a little headache," she sighed. "It happens every time I change in to a…"

She gripped Dean's hand tighter.

"Zoë," Dean gasped, "what's going on?"

"I-I'm getting something…"

"What?" Dean and Sam asked in unison.

Instead of answering them, she started gasping.

"Zoë?" Dean asked slightly shaking her.

"No!" She screamed as she bolted in a sitting position.

Dean and Sam looked at her helplessly as she continued to cry.

"P-please, don't hur-hurt me!" She stammered. "NO! PLEASE! NO!"

She continued to back away from her unseen attacker.

"Dean, we have to help her." Sam whispered.

"How?"

"I don't know. Try waking her up, maybe?" Sam suggested.

Dean looked at his brother as if he had grown another head before turning his attention back on Zoë.

Running a hand through his hair, he continued trying to rouse her up.

"Come on, Zoë," Dean said shaking her a little harder, "time to wake up now."

However Zoë would not open her eyes.

"Open your eyes," Dean continued.

"I-I can't," She sobbed.

"Why not?" Sam inquired.

"He…he p…put a blind fold on me." She continued to cry.

"Who Zoë?

"Wh-who's Zoë?" She stammered.

Dean looked up at Sam whom he could tell was as confused as he was.

"What is your name?" Sam asked her.

"Carol," she replied, "Carol Brennan."

"All…all right, Carol," Sam said in a soothing voice, "can you tell us where you're at?"

Dean shot him a 'what the hell are you talking about' look.

"Dean, she might be able to give us a clue…" Sam responded to his brother's unspoken question.

"Wh-what are you talking about?" Carol frowned. "I already told you…"

"I know. I Know." Sam explained calmly. "But you have your other senses…"

"That's right." Dean interjected catching on what his brother was getting at.

"Can you tell us what you hear?" Sam asked.

The room became silent as Carol seemed to be concentrating on sounds in her surroundings.

"Um, I can hear water dripping," she sniffed.

"That's great, Carol." Sam said reassuringly.

"Anything else?" Dean asked.

"Um, yes," she nodded. "I can hear voices."

"Who?" Sam asked.

"I think, um…" She paused briefly, "other women's voices?"

"Are they saying anything?" Dean asked.

"No, they're crying."

"Do you hear anything else, Carol?" Sam asked.

Carol became silent once more.

Then suddenly she started sobbing heavily again.

"What is it, Z…Carol?" Dean asked.

"I…I c…can hear f..footsteps." She stammered, "h…his…."

Dean and Sam stared at one another.

"He's speaking to me." She sniffed.

"What?" Dean and Sam asked in unison.

She started crying again.

"Carol, can you tell us what he's saying?" Dean asked.

"He saying…" She scrunched up her face, and then frowned. "He's saying that it's only a matter of time before…"

"Before what?" Dean tried to edge her to continue.

"Before it shows its ugly head…"

"Its ugly head?" Dean thought to himself.

"He telling us th…that he'll kill that thing like he killed those other damn two…"

"Other two?" Sam inquired.

"Shape shifters?" She said as if she didn't know what the killer was telling her.

"Dean," Sam said causing Dean to look at him. "He's a hunter."

"Yeah," Dean nodded as he rubbed his stubble chin. "And it appears that he's using these young women to lure Zoë to him."

TBC

A/N: And so the plot thickens. Please, read and review. I really do enjoy reading all comments both good and bad. Thanks a bunch!!!

Also, I'd like to mention that I just got me a laptop computer, but I still don't have internet yet. I went to Orlando to spend Christmas with my parents and two of my sisters. One of my nieces, who's the daughter of my oldest sister, gave me a USB Flash Drive for Christmas present.

So, until I get internet service, I will be able to use it at a computer lab on campus at KU, so I can send chapters of this story (and other stories) to fan