ACT THREE

In Sam and Dean's room Angel was called back in so they could discuss strategy. She walked back in as Dean and Gordon sat at the table, Gordon pointing, "This is the best pattern I can establish. It's sketchy at best."

"Looks like it's all coming from this side of town. Which means the nest would be around here someplace, right?"

"Yep, that's what I'm thinking. Problem is, there's thirty-five, forty farms out there. I've searched about half of them already, but nothing yet. They're covering their tracks real good."

"Well, I guess we'll just have to search the other half."

Angel eyed them, "Uh where's Sam?"

"Don't know. He wasn't here when we came back. Probably went for a walk to clear his head." Dean said

Gordon motioned, "Seems like the take-a-walk type."

"I mean he is but… something feels off…"

The door opens and Sam enters. He gives the two of them a look, Deans brow rose, "Where you been?"

"Can I talk to you two alone?"

Angel nods and follows him out as Dean turns to Gordon, "You mind chillin' out for a couple minutes?"

"No problem."

They exit the motel room and walk into the parking lot before Sam turns to them, "Look, maybe we've got to rethink this hunt."

Dean shook his head, "What are you talking about? Where were you?"

"In the nest."

Angel gaped, "You found the nest?"

"They found me."

"How'd you get out?" Dean asked, "How many'd you kill?"

"None."

"None?" Angel gaped, "What, you tryna tell us they just let you go or something?"

"That's exactly what they did."

Dean shook his head, not really believing that built pushed on, "All right, well, where is it?"

"I was blindfolded, I don't know."

"Well, you've got to know something."

"We went over that bridge outside of town, but guys, listen. Maybe we shouldn't go after them."

Angel gaped again, "We shouldn't go after Vampires? Sam are you hearing yourself?"

"Listen." Sam pushed on, "I don't think they're like other vampires. I don't think they're killing people."

"You're joking." Dean scoffed, "Then how do they stay alive? Or undead, or whatever the hell they are."

"The cattle mutilations. They said they live off of animal blood."

Angel motioned, "And you believed them?"

"Look at me. They let me go without a scratch."

"Sam you can't be serious…"

Dean shook his head, "No, man, no way. I don't know why they let you go. I don't really care. We find 'em, we waste 'em."

Sam scoffed this time, "Why?"

"Why?" Angel repeated looking at him like he'd lost his mind, "Sammy they're vampires. They're monsters."

"Shes right." Dean agreed, "If it's supernatural, we kill it, end of story. That's our job."

"No, guys, that is not our job. Our job is hunting evil. And if these things aren't killing people, they're not evil!"

Dean bristled, "Of course they're killing people, that's what they do! They're all the same, Sam. They're not human, okay? We have to exterminate every last one of them."

"No, Dean, I don't think so, all right? Not this time." Sam turned to Angel, "Come on Angel. Please. You gotta see where i'm coming from."

"I'm trying Sammy… but you aren't making much since."

Dean shook his head at Sam again, "Look, Gordon's been on those vamps for a year, man, he knows."

"Gordon?"

"Yes."

"You're taking his word for it?"

Dean nods, "That's right."

Sam pointed them with a look, "Ellen says he's bad news."

That seemed to change Angels mind slightly, "You called Ellen?"

"Yeah, i did."

Dean scoffed, "What, we're supposed to listen to her? We barely know her, Sam, no thanks, I'll go with Gordon."

Angel turned at that, "Ellen's more of friend and ally to us than Gordon, Dean. The guy gives me the creeps."

"Oh come on! He's a good hunter, he's a good guy and i trust him."

Sam laughed sarcastically, Right! You don't think I- the both pf us actually, can see what this is?"

"What are you talking about?"

"He's a substitute for Dad, isn't he? A poor one."

Angel grimaced, "Gross. That kids nothing like dad."

Dean glared hard at Sam, "Shut up, Sam."

Angel turned to him, "If that's true Dean, and your trying to sub him then you need to stop. Gordon, there's something dark there. I can feel it. Yeah dad had his moments but i never go crazy vibes from him."

Dean took a steadying breath, "You know what? I'm not even going to talk about this."

Sam stopped him from leaving, "You know, you slap on this big fake smile but I can see right through it. Because I know how you feel, Dean. Angel knows how you feel. We were his kids too. Dad's dead. And he left a hole, and it hurts so bad you can't take it, but you can't just fill up that hole with whoever you want to. It's an insult to his memory."

"Okay." He starts to turn away, then punches Sam hard in the jaw

"Stop!" Angel instantly gets in between them and pushes Dean back with all her strength, "What the hell is the matter with you? Are you crazy?"

Sam turns back slowly, but doesn't rise to the bait, instead staying behind Angel who was trying to referee, "You hit me all you want. It won't change anything."

"No ones hitting anyone anymore. You too are acting like kids. Just- just stop fighting." She took a breath, "It's all we've been doing lately."

Dean, still pissed, turned for the hotel room, and ignored both Angel and Sam, "I'm going to that nest. You don't want to tell me where it is, fine. I'll find it myself."

"Dean?"

"Dean!"

Dean returns to the motel room, Sam and Angel following but Gordon is gone. Dean looked around, "Gordon?"

Sam looked over, "You think he went after them?"

Angel frowned, "Looks like it."

Sam turned to them, grave, "Guy, we have to stop him."

Den glared angry again, "Really, Sam? Because I say we lend a hand."

"Just give me the benefit of the doubt, would you? You owe me that."

"I got you Sammy." Angel stated, "We both do. Ight Dean?"

She gave him a pointed stare which he avoided, "Yeah, we'll see. I'll drive. Give me the keys."

Sam points to the table where he'd set them earlier; they're gone, "He snaked the keys."

Angel smirked, "You two still besties after that?"

At the impala…

As Dean hotwired his car he grimaced painfully, "I can't believe this. I just fixed her up, too." The car starts and he turns to Sam, "So the bridge, is that, uh, is that all you got?"

"The bridge was four and a half minutes from their farm."

"How do you know?"

"I counted." He starts tracing a path on the map in his lap, "They took a left out of the farm, then turned right onto a dirt road, followed that for two minutes slightly up a hill, then took another quick right and we hit the bridge."

"Wow Sam." Angel smirked, "Consider me impressed."

Dean smirked, "You're good. You're a monster pain in the ass, but you're good."