KABUKI JOE!
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A/N: I DO NOT, I REPEAT, DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL
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"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."
SNSNSNSN BACK AT ZÖE'S PLACE SNSNSNSN
"But why can't I go with you?" Zöe whined as Dean and Sam were preparing to live.
"Because we said so," Dean said curtly.
"Dean," Sam said rolling his eyes.
"Zöe," he went one explaining, "we believe that the person who is killing these women is a hunter, and is using them to get to you."
"Paul and Kim?" Zöe gasped.
"You knew them?" Dean asked.
Zöe nodded her head sadly.
"What happened?" Sam inquired.
Zöe let out a deep sigh.
"I warned them not to do it," she said shaking her head disapprovingly.
"Do what?" Sam asked.
"Have a photographer at their wedding," she frowned.
"They…they were married?" Dean asked not believing what he was hearing.
Zöe looked at him as if he had just offended her.
"Yes, married, Dean," she snapped at him. "Everyone deserves love, even shape shifters!"
"Hey, I'm sorry," Dean held up his hands in surrender.
"Can you tell us what happened." Sam asked.
"Paul and Kim had found each other, and fell in love," Zöe started to explained. "It's very rare for two shape shifters to want to get married. We usually just cohabitate with each other because of the risk of getting discovered. But…"
"They wanted to go the whole nine yards," Dean interjected. "They wanted to make it official."
Zöe nodded.
"When I saw their pictures in the newspaper," she continued, "I knew that it would be only a matter of time before hunters were after them."
"Didn't they know about hunters?" Sam queried.
"We all do," Zöe answered with a sigh. "But they didn't care."
Dean and Sam looked at one another.
"Look, even we shape shifters who aren't corrupted, have to be careful," she pouted.
"Well, this hunter seems to know about you" Sam expressed his concern for her well being.
Dean looked at his brother, and then nodded in agreement.
"But, how do you know his after me?" she questioned them.
"Just a hunch," Dean drawled.
"But, I've always kept a low profile," she insisted.
"Maybe this is someone from your past," Sam suggested.
Now, Dean and Zöe both were looking at him as if he had gone insane.
"I mean this hunter" Sam clarified himself, " may have had an ancestor or someone that you may have met in the past."
"He's right, Zöe," Dean nodded in agreement with his younger brother. "You did say, you were a lawman at one time. Maybe it's…."
Zöe squinted her eyes as she tried to focus on remembering her past as a man.
Then suddenly, her eyes grew wide.
"What is it, Zöe?" Sam questioned her.
"Grayson," she breathed out the name.
"Excuse me?" Dean looked at her when he heard her say the name. "Did you just say 'Grayson'?"
Sam looked at his brother, and saw recognition in his face.
"Dean, do you know him?"
Dean looked at him, and nodded.
"Mike Grayson," he starts to explain, "Dad and me met up with him on a hunt about two years after you went to Stanford…"
SNSNSNSN DEAN'S FLASHBACK SNSNSNSN
Dad and me are sitting at a small table in a crappy bar.
"Remember, Son," he tells me (not that he needed to. But then again, he's Dad), "they're just like those werewolves that you and me used to hunt."
I give him an anticipating grin.
Werewolves, I think to myself, hunting those evil bastards again. I must be in heaven.
I then notice Dad frowning at me.
"Listen up, Dean" he orders me, and I straighten up in my chair.
"Yes, sir." I give him my full attention.
"Shape shifters are like werewolves," he explains to me, "in that they can only be killed by silver."
I nod in understanding.
"But, here's the clincher," he goes on, "they can take any shape, human or animal. And, they're just as deadly."
"Hey, did I just hear you say, you and your boy here are hunting 'shape shifters'?" A voice catches me and Dad's attention.
We both look up at the intruder. He can't be much younger than Dad (except for the part of his hair thinning on top while Dad still has a head full.)
"What makes you think we're hunting anything," I give the man my classic smirk, only to feel a slap on the back of my head.
"Dean," Dad warns me.
"Yes, Sir." I look down at the table, rubbing the back of my head where my dad had to just hit me like I was some freaking kid. I mean, I'm 22 years old, a man.
"Boy needs to learn some respect," Dad looks over at me, and then turns to the other man, and offers him a seat.
"The name's Grayson," the other man says as he sits himself down.
He then smiles at me, and say, "don't fret, son, it's just a part of growing up."
"I'm 22." I fold my arms across my chest.
"Yeah?" Grayson cocks his head at my defiance, and goes on to say, "my dad still gave me slaps on the back of the head up to the time he died last year."
He gives both of us a shrug, and continues, "I guess it's a 'dad thing'."
"So," Dad gives a slight cough in his fist, "you know anything about shape shifters?"
"A thing or two," Grayson nods at him, and then winks at me.
I shuffle uneasy in my chair.
Is this guy some kind of perv, or what, I thought to myself as I watch Dad leaning in his chair, giving this "stranger" his full attention.
"One of them damn things killed my grandfather," he starts explaining, "when my daddy was just a little boy. Disguising itself as a bounty hunter…"
"How'd he know it was as shape shifter, then?" I find myself asking.
I look over at Dad, who's nodding his head at me in agreement.
"You ever hunt any of them suckers?" Grayson stares me in the eye.
I can feel myself squirming nervously.
Man, what was it about this guy that made me feel so uneasy.
Dad starting sensing my uneasiness.
"That's enough," he grouses at the other man.
Grayson looks over at him, and holds up his hands in surrender.
"Hey, no harm done," he smiles.
"Just tell us how he knew," Dad scowls at him.
"It's the eyes, man," Grayson tells us.
"The eyes?" I echo.
"Yeah, the eyes," he repeats, "they can't refract light when it hits 'em."
Dad leans back in his chair, and looks at me knowingly.
"Looks like we have a partner on this hunt, Son."
I sigh at his comment, but say nothing as I watch both men shake each others hands.
XXXXXXXX
"What the hell did you think you were doing?" Dad yells at the man as he helps me to the Impala.
"I didn't think…" Grayson tries to explain.
"No, you didn't think!" Dad interrupts him.
"Dad, I'll be okay," I insist as I am helped into the passenger's side.
"Dean," he sighs, and then turns to Grayson.
"Get out of my sight," he orders the other man, whose jaw goes slack.
"How was I suppose to know that that damn thing was on to us?" He shouts as Dad hit's the gas, and drives away, leaving Grayson standing there to be assaulted by dust and gravel.
SNSNSNSN BACK TO THE PRESENT SNSNSNSN
"So, this Grayson almost got you killed?" Sam asked his brother who nodded.
"If you thought Gordon was a nutcase," Dean sighed, leaving it at that.
The room fell silent for a moment until Dean spoke up.
"So, Zöe," he sighed, "you were the bounty hunter, he was talking about, weren't you?"
She nodded.
"Will Grayson," she began soberly, "the man, I brought back to stand trial for the crime he had committed…"
"What was his crime?" Sam asked almost knowing what the answer would be.
"His victims," she let out a deep sigh, "they were all young women…"
"Okay," Sam said as he rubbed his chin, "if this Grayson's son saw what you did to him and found out what you were, then…"
"The apple doesn't fall far the tree," Dean finished with a shrug.
TBC
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