When I wake up, it doesn't take me long to realize I am bound to a chair and gagged. I look to my right and find Sam in the same predicament. I try tugging at the ties, but they don't budge. Just as I'm about to use my strength to break free, I stop and look up as I hear someone-no, something-walk into the room. It's the bartender the guys has chatted up earlier. The one who had informed us of the so-called hippies out at Baker's farm. I wonder if that's where we are now.

When Eli opens his mouth and gives us a glimpse of his fangs, I resign to that thought.

A skinny brunette woman appears in the doorway. "Wait! Step back, Eli."

Eli pulls back, his fangs retracting. The woman walks over and pulls off our gags. "My name's Lenore. I'm not going to hurt you. We just need to talk."

"Talk? Yeah, okay," I say, watching the other vampire, Eli, closely. "He won't hurt you either. You have my word," she tries to reassure us. "Your word? Oh yeah, great, thanks. Listen lady, no offense but you're not the first vampire we've met," Sam says.

"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," Lenore explains. "What is this, some kind of joke?" I ask, not believing her for a second. "Notice you're still alive," she smirks at me. Trying to calm the tension in the room, Sam decides to pretend to believe her. "Okay, uh, correct me if I'm wrong here, but shouldn't you be starving to death?"

"We've found other ways. Cattle blood. It's not ideal, in fact it's disgusting. But - it allows us to get by."

"You're telling me you're responsible for all the..." I say, her story starting to make sense.

"Okay, uh, why?" Sam asks. I can see he is wanting to believe her, but just not quite there, yet.

"Survival. 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," Lenore tries to explain to us.

The sensibility of her tale does bring up points we hadn't taken into consideration. There have been a higher number of cattle deaths than human. And the human head Sam had examined did have fangs, but they weren't decapitating their own. Now, the question was, is there even really a case here? These vampires had learned how to live among the human race without much notice. But, someone was chopping heads in town. Two in one week. Yep, something was up here. Lenore proceeds to tell us she just wants their kind, animal blood-draining vamps, to be taken off the hunters' radar. She then tells is she is letting us go and orders Eli takes is back to the motel. A sack is shoved over my head, my binds are loosened and I am led into a vehicle.

Back at the motel, Sam and I are shoved out of the truck after the sacks are removed. We walk to our room and open the door to find Dean and Gordon."Where you been?" Dean, asks, coming over and pulling me into a hug.

"Can we talk to you alone?" Dean turns to Gordon. "You mind chillin' out for a couple minutes?"

Dean follows us into the parking lot, grabbing my hand and lacing his fingers through mine. "You okay?" He asks me and I nod."Dean, maybe we've got to rethink this hunt," Sam tells his brother. "What are you talking about? Where were you?"

"In the nest," I tell him.

Dean looks at me amazed. "You found it?"

"They found us, man."

"How'd you get out? How many'd you kill?"

"None."

"Well Sam, they didn't just let you two go."

"That's exactly what they did, babe!" I tell him.

"Maybe we shouldn't go after them."

"Why not? What part of 'vampires' don't you understand, Sam? If it's supernatural, we kill it, end of story. That's our job. "

"I don't think they're like other vampires. I don't think they're killing people," I try to explain to my boyfriend. "You're joking. 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."

"And you believed them?"

"Look at us, Dean. They let us go without a scratch. "

"Wait, so you're saying... No, man, no way. I don't know why they let you go. I don't really care. We find 'em, we waste 'em."

"No, Dean, that is not our job. Our job is hunting evil. And if these things aren't killing people, they're not evil!" I beg Dean, trying to get him to understand our side. Sam and Dean proceed to argue over the case and Gordon. Sam accuses Dean of using Gordon as a replacement for their father, which earns Sam a punch. "Guys, where's Gordon?" I ask noticing the motel room empty during their squabble.

"Probably gone after the nest," Dean says.

"Dean, we have to stop him!" Sam pleads.

"Really, Sam? Because I say we lend a hand. "

"Just give us the benefit of the doubt, would you?" Sam, says motioning between him and me.

"Yeah, we'll see. I'll drive. Give me the keys."

I point to the table where I'd seen them earlier. "He snaked the keys."

Dean has to hotwire Baby and is grumbling.

"I can't believe this. I just fixed her up, too." I let his faux-pas go, not wanting to start another argument. Thankfully Sam had paid more attention to the trip back than I had because he more or less told Dean exactly where to go to get to where we had been held. We get to the farm and rush inside to find Gordon standing over a poisoned Lenore.

"Sam, Dean, Nic. Come on in. The fun's just getting started. She's going to tell us where all her little friends are, aren't you? Wanna help? Grab a knife. I was just about to start in on the fingers."

"Look, man..." Dean says, astonished at his new "friend."

Gordon drags the knife across her arm; veins trace away from the cut. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, let's all just chill out, huh?" Dean says, stepping toward Gordon with his arms out, palms toward him. "I'm completely chill."

"Gordon, put the knife down."

Sam steps towards Gordon, but Dean stops him with a hand on his chest.

"Sounds like it's Sam here needs to chill."

"Just step away from her, all right?"

"You're right. I'm fucking wasting my time here. This bitch will never talk. Might as well put her out of her misery," He pulls out a larger knife. "I just sharpened it, so it's completely humane."

Gordon turns towards Lenore, but I step in to block him.

"Gordon, I'm letting her go," I tell him as I reach for her.

Gordon points the knife at my chest, stopping me in my tracks.

"You're not doing a damn thing."

"Hey, hey, hey, Gordon, let's talk about this. That's my girlfriend you're holding at knifepoint, Dean says, pulling his gun out and pointing it at Gordon. "You really don't want to do that, if you know what's good for you."

"Oh, really?" Gordon asks with a chuckle. "What's this pretty little thing going to do to me, huh? She got both your heads so screwed that you think she is invincible or something. Man, the sex must be banging! So, tell me this honey," Gordon says directing his attention back to me, whispering, "Do they share their plaything?"

At this point, I've had enough. Sam has rescued Lenore while Dean and I distracted Gordon. I can feel my strength building up. I haul back and land a punch right on Gordon's jaw, knocking him to the floor. Dean jumps in and grabs Gordon and ties him to the chair Lenore had previously occupied.

"What are you doing, man? You doing this for a fang? Come on, Dean, we're on the same side here. Or is it for the whore you share with your brother?" Gordon taunts, looking toward me.

"You sadistic bastard!" He hits Gordon, knocking him in his chair to the floor. Gordon looks at him up at us. "Get comfy. We'll call someone in two or three days, have them come out, untie you," Dean says as Sam,walks back in. "Lenore get out okay?" I ask, genuinely concerned for the vamp-not-vamp. "Yeah. All of 'em did," Sam answers. "So, what'd I miss?" He asks, seeing Gordon secured to the chair.

"Oh, him running his mouth trying to piss us off. Asking, or accusing," I correct myself. "Accusing me of sleeping with both of you."

"Perverted son of a bitch," Dean exclaims as he jams Gordon's knife into a table beside him.

"We ready to go?"

"One sec," I say as I walk over to Gordon who is still bound to the chair and lying on his side on the floor. Swinging my leg back, I forcefully kick him in the groin. "Okay. I'm good now. We can go."

"That's my girlfriend!" Dean exclaims as we walk out of the farmhouse, his arm slung over my shoulders. Outside, Dean gives Sam a free shot at hitting him for not believing us about the vampires. "Clock me one, Sam," Dean says, sterling himself for the hit. "What?" Sam asks with a chuckle as he looks at me. I just lift my shoulders. I don't know what Dean's talking about either.

"Come on. I won't even hit you back. Let's go."

"No."

"Let's go, you get a freebie. Hit me, come on."

"You look like you just went twelve rounds with a block of cement, Dean. I'll take a raincheck."

"I wish we never took this job. It's jacked everything up."

"What do you mean?"

"Think about all the hunts we went on, Sammy, our whole lives."

"Okay," Sam says, imploring Dean to go on.

"What if we killed things that didn't deserve killing? You know? I mean, the way Dad raised us..."

"Dean, after what happened to Mom, Dad did the best he could."

"I know he did. But the man wasn't perfect. And the way he raised us, to hate those things; and man, I hate 'em. I do. When I killed that vampire at the mill I didn't even think about it; hell, I even enjoyed it."

"But, baby, you didn't kill Lenore," I walk up to him, laying my hands on his chest and looking up at him. "No, but every instinct told me to. I was gonna kill her. I was gonna kill 'em all."

"Yeah, Dean, but you didn't. And that's what matters," I tiptoe and give his a quick kiss.

We all get in the Impala and head to the motel. None of us can wait to get out of this town and back to some normalcy, chasing and neutralizing evil.