Gordon dipped the knife into a jar of blood. Lenore was tied to a chair nearby, covered in cuts, pale and sickly. He circled around her and sliced the bloody knife across her chest. She groaned in pain just as Angel, Dean and Sam arrived.

Gordon turned upon hearing them, "Angel, Sam, Dean… Come on in."

Angel studied the woman vampire in the chair and her blood ran cold, "Holy christ…"

"Hey, Gordon…" Dean nodded, also a little taken aback, "What's going on?"

"Just poisoning Lenore here with some dead man's blood. She's going to tell us where all her little friends are, aren't you?" He smirked back over to the Winchesters, "Wanna help?"

Dean shifted, "Look, man-"

"Grab a knife. I was just about to start in on the fingers."

He dragged the knife across her arm causing her veins to trace away from the cut.

"Listen this is just… crazy…" Angel scoffed, "Look at what you're doing!"

Gordons turned to glare at her, "What'd you call me?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa…" Dean put his hands up as he stepped a little ahead of his sister, "Hey, let's all just chill out, huh?"

When he looked over at Dean he smiled, "I'm completely chill."

Sam stepped towards Gordon but Dean stopped him with a hand on his chest, "Gordon, put the knife down."

Gordon pointed his knife between Sam and Angel, "Sounds like it's Sam and Angie over here that need to chill."

Sam put a calm hand out, "Just step away from her, alright?"

Gordon stared at Sam for a beat before turning to study Lenore, "You're right." He tossed his knife onto the table, "I'm wasting my time here. This bitch will never talk. Might as well put her out of her misery." He pulled out a machete, "I just sharpened it, so it's completely humane."

When he turned toward Lenore, Sam immediately walked over to intercept him, "Gordon, I'm letting her go."

Gordon pointed the knife at Sam's chest, stopping him, "You're not doing a damn thing."

At the threat towards her brother, Angel immediately took out her gun and pointed it at him but he didn't move.

"Hey, hey, hey…" Dean continued to try and quell the situation as he looked from a trigger ready Angel to a tense Gordon who held his knife to Sam's chest steadily, "Gordon, let's talk about this."

"What's there to talk about? It's like I said, Dean. No shades of gray."

"Yeah. I hear ya. And I know how you feel."

"Do you?"

"That vampire that killed your sister deserved to die, but this one-"

"Killed my sister?" Gordon laughed, "That filthy fang didn't kill my sister. It turned her. It made her one of them. So I hunted her down, and I killed her myself."

Dean gaped at him, "You did what?"

"It wasn't my sister anymore, it wasn't human." He took the knife off Sam just to point to his eye, "I didn't blink, and neither would you if it were Angel."

"So you knew all along, then?" Sam scoffed, "You knew about the vampires, you knew they weren't killing anyone. You knew about the cattle, and you just didn't care."

"Care about what? A nest of vampires suddenly acting nice? Taking a little time out from sucking innocent people? And we're supposed to buy that? Trust me." He spared a glance at Lenore, "Doesn't change what they are. And I can prove it."

Gordon grabbed Sam's arm and sliced the knife across it. He then laid the knife against his throat as he dragged him towards Lenore.

"Hey!" Angel immediately cocked her gun, "Let him go!"

Dean pulled out his gun as well, "Now!"

"Relax. If I wanted to kill him he'd already be on the floor. Just making a little point."

Gordon held the cut on Sam's arm over Lenore so the blood dripped on her face. She hissed as her fangs extended. Angel shifted nervously sending an eye to a worried Dean.

Dean shifted nervously, "Hey!"

"You think she's so different? Still want to save her? Look at her. They're all the same. Evil, bloodthirsty."

"No." Lenore controlled herself and retracted her fangs before turning her face away, "No."

Sam looked from Lenore to Gordon, "You hear her, Gordon?"

"No!" Lenore repeated, "No!"

Sam pushed the knife away from his throat before pushing Gordon away, "We're done here."

Dean kept his gun trained on Gordon as he sent a look to Angel and Sam, "Get her out of here."

Sam nodded, "Yeah."

Angel and Sam picked Lenore up and started taking her outside as Gordon took a step towards them.

"Uh-uh!" Dean yelled a warning to him, stopping him from interfering, "Gordon, I think you and I've got some things to talk about."

Gordon glared at Dean in the eyes, "Get out of my way."

"Sorry."

He scoffed, "You're not serious."

"I'm having a hard time believing it too, but I know what I saw. If you want those vampires, you gotta go through me."

Gordon nodded before his gaze traveled to his knife just before he jammed it into the table, "Fine."

Dean looked at the knife and then looked at his gun. He pulled the clip out of the gun and set it aside. Gordon punched him when he was looking away and they immediately started fighting. During the fight, Gordon grabbed his knife again and Dean groaned, dodging his swings before grabbing his arm, throwing him into the wall and crashing his hand into it until he dropped the blade.

"What are you doing, man? You doing this for a fang?" Gordon struggled and got the upper hand, pinning Dean this time, "Come on, Dean, we're on the same side here."

"I don't think so, you sadistic bastard."

Gordon elbowed Dean in the face before throwing him across the room, "You're not like your brother. Or even your sister. You're a killer, like me."

Suddenly, as Gordon was about to kick Dean in the face, a gunshot went off in the air and they stopped fighting to see Angel was standing behind them.

She pointed her gun at the hunter, "Mind getting the fuck off my brother?"

With him distracted Dean kicked Gordon down, hauled him up against the glass mirror, and elbowed him in the face.

"I got this, Ang. Don't worry." Pinning him under his elbow, he slammed Gordon's head into another wall, "Oh, sorry." Dean sat him in a chair and tied him up, "You know, I might be like you, and I might not, but you're the one tied up right now."