In a dark farmhouse, Sam was bound to a chair and gagged, with a sack over his head. It was pulled off by the bartender they talked to earlier. He showed his fangs and advanced on Sam who struggled before a woman appeared in the doorway stopping him.

"Wait." She commanded, "Step back, Eli." Eli pulled back and retracted his fangs as the woman walked over and pulled off Sam's gag, "My name's Lenore. I'm not going to hurt you. We just need to talk."

"Talk?" Sam scoffed as he sent a glare to the bartender, "Yeah, okay, but I might have a tough time paying attention to much besides Eli's teeth."

"He won't hurt you either. You have my word."

"Your word? Oh yeah, great, thanks." Sam glared, "Listen lady, no offense but you're not the first vampire I've met."

"We're not like the others. We don't kill humans, and we don't drink their blood. We haven't for a long time."

"What is this, some kind of joke?"

"Notice you're still alive."

"Okay, uh…" Sam chuckled as he looked between them like they lost their minds, "Correct me if I'm wrong here, but shouldn't you be starving to death?"

"We've found other ways. Cattle blood."

"You're telling me you're responsible for all the-"

"It's not ideal, in fact it's disgusting, but it allows us to get by."

"Okay, uh, why?"

"Survival." Lenore explained as she crossed her arms, "No deaths, no missing locals, no reason for people like you to come looking for people like us. We blend in. Our kind is practically extinct. Turns out we weren't quite as high up the food chain as we imagined."

Eli angered, "Why are we explaining ourselves to this killer?"

"Eli."

"We choke on cow's blood so that none of them suffer. Tonight they murdered Conrad and they celebrated."

"Eli, that's enough."

"Yeah, Eli." Sam repeated snarkily, "That's enough."

"What's done is done." Lenore held his glare until she turned back to Sam, "We're leaving this town, tonight."

"Then why did you bring me here?" Sam shook his head with a scowl, "Why are you even talking to me?"

"Believe me, I'd rather not, but I know your kind. Once you have the scent you'll keep tracking us. It doesn't matter where we go, hunters will find us."

Sam studied her, "So you're asking us not to follow you…"

"We have a right to live. We're not hurting anyone."

"Right, so you keep saying, but give me one good reason why I should believe you."

"Fine." She leaned down and got in his face, "You know what I'm going to do? I'm going to let you go." That startled him, "Take him back. Not a mark on him."

Two vampires led Sam back to the truck, his head covered in the sack again before they drove off.

Back at the motel…

In Sam and Dean's room Angel was called back in so they could discuss strategy.

"This is the best pattern I can establish." Gordon pointed to an area on a map, "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." Dean shrugged, "He wasn't here when we came back. Probably went for a walk to clear his head."

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

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

The door opened just then to revela Sam, out of breath. He gave Angel and Dean a look before Dean raised a brow at him.

"Where you been?"

"Can I talk to you two alone?"

Angel nodded and followed him out as Dean turned to Gordon, "You mind chillin' out for a couple minutes?"

"No problem."

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

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

"In the nest."

Angel gaped, "You found the nest?"

"They found me."

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

"None."

"None?" Angel gaped again, "What, are you saying these fangs just let you go or something?"

"That's exactly what they did."

"Alright…" Deans brow furrowed, not really believing that but pushed on, "Well, where is it?"

"I was blindfolded…" He shrugged, "I don't know."

"You know something, Sam." Angel motioned, "Think about the route you went through. Anything you remember?"

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

"We shouldn't go after Vampires?" Angel repeated as she and Dean shared a 'are you crazy' look, "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." He explained, "They said they live off of animal blood."

"They told you they've been feeding from the cows…" Angel repeated crossing her arms when her brother nodded, "And you believed them?"

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

"Sam you can't be serious…"

"No, man, no way." Dean shook his head, "Who knows 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 incredulously, "Sammy, they're vampires. They're monsters."

"Yeah." 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!"

"Of course they're killing people, that's what they do!" Dean bristled, "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, alright? 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. How are we supposed to take a vampire's word that they're not killing? That's not the most reliable source."

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

"Gordon?"

"Yes."

"You're taking his word for it?"

Dean nodded again, "That's right."

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

That seemed to change Angel's mind slightly, "You called Ellen?"

"Yeah, I did."

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

"Okay, first of all, we've known Ellen longer than we've known your little friend, Dean. Second, she's way more of a friend and ally to us than Gordon." Angel glared before shaking her head, "And third, that guy gives me the creeps."

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

"Right!" Sam laughed but it was laced with sarcasm, "You don't think I- the both of us actually, can see what this is?"

"What are you talking about?"

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

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

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

"If that's true Dean, then you need to dead that quick." Angel met his eyes, "Gordon… there's something dark there. I can feel it. Yeah dad had his moments but i never got vibes like that from him."

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

"You know…" Sam stopped him from leaving, "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."

Dean started to turn away but then reared back and punched Sam hard in the jaw.

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

Sam turned back slowly, but didn't rise to the bait Dean left with his outburst. Instead he stayed 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 teenagers. Just- just stop fighting." She kept her arms between them, keeping them at a safe distance, as she took a breath, "It's all we've been doing lately."

Still pissed, Dean turned for the hotel room, ignoring 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!"

He returned to the motel room, Sam and Angel following, but Gordon was gone.

Dean looked around, "Gordon?"

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

Angel frowned, "Looks like it."

"Guys…" Sam turned to them, grave, "We have to stop him."

"Really, Sam?" Dean reared on him angrily, "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. Right Dean?"

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

Sam pointed 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 started and he turned 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 started 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 before taking another quick right and then we hit the bridge."

Angel smirked, "Color me impressed."

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

In the vampire nest…

As Lenore packed things into boxes, Eli came in and sat a box on the table.

"In the truck." She instructed, "Thank you."

"We can't leave like this." He came over to her and grasped her arms, "Lenore, listen to me, we need to stay and fight."

"They were my friends too, Eli, my family-"

"That's not what I'm talking about." He dismissed, "This is self-defense. Kill or be killed. They can't hunt us if they're dead."

"Killing those four wouldn't solve anything. There's more where they came from. We're out-numbered." She grasped onto his jean jacket, "This. This is all we can do. Try and reason-"

"You can't reason with these people. They're going to kill us all anyway. We should at least take a few of them with us."

"I'm not giving up hope." Her hand came up to rest on his cheek, "If we can change, they can change. Now go into town and gather the others. We leave before sunrise."

She watched him leave before coming out of the house with a box and setting it on the flatbed of a truck. When she turned around, Gordon was there. He grabbed her, raised a knife that glistens with blood and stabbed it into her chest.

He held her when she went limp, "Dead man's blood, bitch."