Ava and Sam walk up the stairs and investigate the roof from which Gordon was shooting at them.

"Wait, I don't understand." Ava frowned following him slowly, "Shouldn't we be talking to the cops?"

"Trust me, that wouldn't do us much good." Sam bent down and picked up a bullet shell, "These are .223 caliber subsonic rounds. The guy must have put a suppressor on the rifle."

"Dude." Ava gaped at him, "Who are you?"

"Oh… I just, uh, I just watch a lot of TJ Hooker." He quickly pulled out his cell, "I'm gonna call my brother and sister. I think we definitely need help."

In an abandoned cabin…

Dean and Angel were both tied to chairs a few feet away from each other as Gordon held Dean's phone to his ear and pointed his gun at Angel's head. She was gagged and glaring at Gordon as he nodded to Dean.

Dean's eyes flashed to Angels as he did as told, "Hello?"

"Dean."

"Sam, Angel and I have been looking for you."

"Yeah. Look, I'm in Indiana, uh Lafayette."

"I know."

"You do?"

"Yeah, Ellen called. We just got here actually. It's a real funky town…" He shared a knowing look with Angel, "You ditched us, Sammy."

"Yeah, I'm sorry… Look, right now there's someone after me."

"What?" Dean glanced up at Gordon, "Who?"

"I don't know, that's what we need to find out. Where are you guys?"

"We're staying at, uh, 5637 Monroe St. Why don't you meet us here?"

"Yeah. Sure."

"Now…" Gordon smirked as he hung up the phone and took his gun off Angel, "Was that so hard?"

Dean rolled his eyes, "Bite me."

Back on the roof…

Sam put his phone away with a worried look earning a frown from Ava, "What is it?"

He frowned, "My brother and sister are in trouble."

"What?"

"My brother gave me a codeword." Sam explained as he wrote the address down on the motel pad, "Someone's got a gun on them."

"Codeword?"

"Yeah. Funkytown." He shrugged at her blank stare, "Well, he thought of it. It's kind of a… long story. I…" He rolled his eyes and led them off the roof, "Come on."

Back at the cabin…

Gordon had his back to the Winchester siblings as he opened a canvas bag and started pulling out weapons.

"Gordy." Dean sighed, "I know the three of us ain't exactly your favorite people, but don't you think this is a little extreme?"

"Oh, you think this is revenge?"

"Well, we did leave you tied up in your own mess for three days." He chuckled, "Which was awesome. Sorry, I shouldn't laugh."

"Yeah, I was definitely planning on whuppin' your ass for that, but that's not what this is. This isn't personal. I'm not a killer. I'm a hunter." He turned his head, "And your brother's fair game."

He slammed the clip of his pistol in the gun as Angel and Dean watched him in shock over his words.

Back with Ava and Sam…

Ava shook her head as they approached her blue VW beetle, "I don't think I should leave."

"I want you out of harm's way, Ava."

"What about you?"

"Harm's way doesn't really bother me…"

"No, but you are walking right into my vision." She turned to him in a panic, "I mean, this is how you die."

"Doesn't matter." Sam said immediately. "It's my sister and brother."

"Maybe I could help!"

"You've done all you can." He dismissed, "Just- just go back to your fiance."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Go home, Ava." He opened her door and offered a small smile, "You'll be safe there."

"Well, just, promise me you'll call, then." She nodded as she got in the car, "I mean, when you get your brother and sister, just to let me know that everything's all right."

"I promise."

Back at the cabin…

Gordon leaned against a pillar, cradling a rifle as he spoke casually, "See, I was doing an exorcism down in Louisiana. A teenage girl. It seemed routine." He shrugged, "Some low-level demon, but between all the jabbering and the head-spinning, the damn thing muttered something. About a coming war." He shook his head, "I don't think it meant to, it just kind of slipped out, but it was too late. Piqued my interest, and you can really make a demon talk, you got the right tools."

Angel and Dean both glared hatefully at the man, "What happened to the girl it was possessing?"

"She didn't make it."

"Well…" Dean shook his head, "You're a son of a bitch."

Gordon stared at him before walking over and punching him as Angel struggled with her ropes, muttering curse words at him through her gag.

"That's my momma you're talking about." They stared at one another for a beat before he continued, "Anyway, this demon tells me there are soldiers to fight in this coming war. Humans, fighting on hell's side. You believe that? I mean, they're psychics, so they're not exactly pure humans, but still. What kind of worthless scumbag have you got to be to turn against your own race?" Angel and Dean both glare, "But you know the biggest kick in the ass? This demon said I knew one of them. Our very own Sammy Winchester."

"Well, this is…" Dean chuckled, "This is a whole new level of moronic, even for you."

"Come on, Dean. I know." Gordon stared at him, "About Sam's visions. I know everything."

"Really? Because a demon told you?" He laughed again, "Yeah, and it wasn't lying."

"I'm not some reckless yahoo, okay? I did my homework. Made damn sure it was true." He smirked between them, "Look, you've got your Roadhouse connections, I got mine. It's how I found Sammy in the first place." Betrayal laced both of their faces as Gordon crossed to the corner and sat down, "About a month ago I found another one of these freaks here in town. He could deep-fry a person just by touching them."

"Yeah, did he kill anyone?"

"Well, besides Mr. Tinkles the cat? No. But he was working up to it. They're all gonna be killers. We've got to take them all out." He cocked his rifle, "And that means Sammy too." When Angel scoffed and rolled her eyes, Gordons eyes blazed right to here, "What? It's not like you can stop me."

Dean shook his head, "You think Sam's stupid enough to walk through that front door?"

"No, I don't. Especially since I'm sure you found a way to warn him." He chuckled as Dean raised his eyebrows meaningfully, "You really think I'm that stupid?" He stood and started pacing, "No. Sammy's going to scope the place first, see me covering the front door, so he's going to take the back. And when he does he'll hit the tripwire. Then…" He took a grenade from his bag, "Boom."

"Sam's not gonna fall for a friggin' tripwire."

"Maybe you're right. That's why I'll have a second one." Gordon looked between their upset faces, "Hey, look, I'm sorry. I wish I didn't have to do this, I really do, but for what it's worth, it'll be quick."