Dixon grabbed Sam and banged his head up against a brick wall. Dean and Kubrick were so intent on their fight with each other, they didn't notice what was going on. Dixon dragged Gordon and Sam by their collars to his van and shoved them in the back. As he was getting in the driver's seat, Dean looked up. "Hey," he yelled realizing that Sam and Gordon had disappeared, probably with the vampire. Kubrick stopped his fighting and followed Dean's gaze. They both ran towards the van as it sped off.

"Crap," Dean said.

"Do you know where the nest is?" Kubrick asked.

"No. All we knew was that blondes have been going missing at this part of town every Friday. We caught one a couple of days ago and realized a vampire was building up its nest," Dean answered.

"Where's your car? Maybe we can catch up?" Kubrick asked, looking around.

"Why would I take you with me?" Dean asked, suddenly realizing who he was working with. This was Gordon's buddy. They wanted to kill Sam.

"Come on, it will be faster this way," Kubrick begged.

Dean was about to refuse, but then thought of something. If he and Kubrick went their separate ways and Kubrick found the nest first, Sam was as good as dead. "Alright," he acquiesced. He would just have to find a way out of it, when they found Sam and Gordon.

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Sam and Gordon woke up chained to two cots in an abandoned warehouse. Dixon was sitting over Gordon. "I was going to feed you to my daughters, but now I have a better idea," he said.

"Yeah, what's that?" Gordon asked.

Dixon didn't answer, but took out a knife and cut Gordon's arm. Then he cut his own.

"NOOOO!" Gordon yelled. He would rather be fed to that dirty fang's whore daughters than to be turned into a fang himself.

Dixon ignored him and rubbed his wound onto Gordon's. The blood was intermingling. He smiled. Soon, Gordon would be the thing he hated most. He then walked over to Sam. "Are you going to turn me, too?" he asked.

"Nope. I'm going to let your buddy eat you when I get back. I have to go out and get lunch for my daughters, but I need a little snack first." With that he bent over Sam and sunk his teeth into his neck. Sam groaned in pain.

"That's funny," Dixon said, when he was done drinking.

"What?" Sam asked.

"Your blood. I fed off a demon one time. Their blood tastes different. More tangy. Your blood tastes half human, half demon."

"I always knew you were evil, Sammy," Gordon piped up from across the room.

Sam didn't respond. What could he say to that?

Dixon left, noticing that Gordon was falling asleep. When he woke up, the change would be complete.

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

"Sam is evil, Dean," Kubrick said.

"Lay off," Dean barked back.

"Come on. How can you spend so much time with him and not realize that he's evil?" Kubrick asked.

Dean thought about Sam and his psychic powers, thought about how he was different since he'd come back from Hell. But he just couldn't believe that the kid brother he had raised, the one who had saved Gordon, of all people, from him on more than one occasion was evil.

"How can you be so sure he's evil when you haven't spent any time with him at all?" Dean countered.

"I've spent time with him. Remember last year, I had a little interrogation with him and my buddy Cready?" After he asked that, he thought maybe it wasn't wise to bring up the fact that he had tied up and hit Dean's little brother last year, but too late now.

"And how did you conclude he was evil from that little chat?" Dean asked. He hadn't done anything to Kubrick back then because he hadn't realized that Gordon had sent them until later. He just thought it was rabbit foot bad luck. If he had known they were out to kill Sam on purpose, he would have ended them then and there. Now, it was almost like he didn't care. No, that wasn't quite right. Of course he cared. He was looking for a vampire nest so that he could save Sam. But, he couldn't kill everything that wanted to hurt Sam. Not anymore. Because he wasn't absolutely sure that Sam wasn't evil. He remembered what he had said to Sam when he first saw him exorcising with his mind. "If I didn't know you I would want to hunt you." How could he judge others who did?

"Because he kept lying to me," Kubrick answered. "Said he wasn't psychic anymore."

Dean knew that he wasn't at that point. At least he thought he knew that. But he couldn't very well tell Kubrick that he wasn't and now he was again. So, he decided to remain silent.

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Gordon woke up and started pulling at the chains. Sam was watching him, nervously. He thought it was possible that Gordon might actually manage to pull the chains free. Suddenly the door burst open. Sam looked over to see Ruby framed in the doorway.

"Ruby! How did you know where I was?" Sam asked.

"Um, demon, demonic powers," Ruby stated, as if it was obvious.

"But I have hex bags," Sam pointed out.

"Hex bags that I made. That means that they won't hide you from me."

"You never told me that," Sam said. He wasn't sure whether he should be mad or not. Lately, every time he felt that Ruby was lying to him about something, she always had an explanation.

"I figured you realized that, Sam. Besides do you want to hide from me?" Ruby asked.

"No," Sam admitted.

"What is this? A demon friend? Doesn't surprise me," Gordon said as he continued to try to free himself.

Ruby and Sam ignored him as Ruby walked up to Sam and pulled his handcuffs free of the bed. "You don't look so hot, Sam," Ruby observed.

"Dixon fed off of me."

Ruby nodded and removed her knife from her boot. She cut her arm and lowered it for Sam to suck. Sam drank gratefully.

"You're drinking demon blood? That's messed up," Gordon said as he finally managed to pull free from the bed.

Ruby turned around and rushed towards him. Gordon fended off her attack and started fighting her. Sam just sat where he was getting his bearings. He was pretty sure Ruby could take Gordon even if he was a vampire.