~*****~

The Impala roared down the road to get to the farm before Gordon could do any harm to the vampires. Dean was still mulling things over during the drive, but I had already made up my mind. I wasn't about to let them kill those people. If they weren't killing, we didn't have to kill them.

When the car pulled to a stop, I didn't waste any time  jumping out of the Impala, and swerving around Gordon's red car parked outside. I burst through the door, and came to a frozen halt as I gazed into the dinning room. Lenore was tied to a chair besides Gordon. She was covered in cuts, and her skin was a sickly pale color. She wheezed painfully as she creaked her eyes open as I made my presence known. Gordon looked up just as Sam and Dean walked in behind me.

"Carlotta, Sam, Dean. Come on in." Gordon announced casually.

"Hey, Gordon. What's going on?" Dean questioned. He seemed surprised at what Gordon was doing.

"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? Wanna help?" Gordon taunted as he looked up at Dean.

Dean took a step forwards. "Look, man-"

"Grab a knife. I was just about to get started on the fingers." Gordon cut him off, and dragged the knife across her arm. My stomach tightened painfully as her pain radiated off of her. It pinched at the back of my gut.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, let's all just chill out, huh?" Dean held his hands up.

"I'm completely chill." Gordon stated as he turned to us.

"Gordon, put the knife down." I snarled.

"Sounds like Carlotta here needs to chill." Gordon mocked.

"Just step away from her, all right?" I warned angrily.

"You're right." Gordon agreed slowly. He dropped his heavy knife on the table and picked up a larger one. "I'm wasting my time here. This bitch will never talk. Might as well put her out of her misery. I just sharpened it, so it's completely humane."

"Gordon, I'm letting her go." I snapped, and shoved myself forward.

Gordon spun around, and stopped me with his knife pressing against my chest. "You're not doing a damn thing."

"Get that knife off of my chest, before I break your legs." I growled.

"Gordon, let's talk about this." Dean said after I threatened him.

"What's there to talk about? It's like I said, Dean. No shades of gray." Gordon told him. The blade of his knife nicked at my skin. Bright, red blood bubbled up.

"Yeah, I hear ya. And I know how you feel." Dean said, his face contorted in concern. At this moment, I didn't know if it was for me, or for Gordon.

"Do you?" Gordon pushed.

Dean motioned to Lenore. "That vampire that killed your sister deserved to die, but this one..."

He was cut off from a deep chuckle that rumbled in Gordon's chest. "Killed my sister? That filthy fang didn't kill my sister. It turned her. It made her one of them. So, I hunted her down, and killed her myself."

"You did what?" Dean asked, shell shocked.

"It wasn't my sister anymore. It wasn't human." Gordon tried to reason. He knife didn't move as he used his other arm to motion. "I didn't blink. And neither would you." Gordon looked back at me, and pressed the knife into my skin a little tighter.

"So, you knew all alone, then? You knew about the vampires, you knew they weren't killing anyone. You knew about the cattle. And you just didn't care?!" I snapped angrily.

"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. Doesn't change what they are. And I can prove it." Gordon said, and grasped my arm tightly in a crushing grip. I hissed as he tugged me over and dug his blade into the pale flesh. He held my arm over Lenore's face as he pressed the knife into my throat to make sure I didn't move, and pressed me up against him. I grimaced as he nuzzled the side of my head.

Sam and Dean held up their guns. "Let her go!" Dean snapped with animosity. Gordon didn't move. "Now!"

"Relax, if I wanted to kill her, she'd already be on the floor. Just making a little point." Gordon said, his voice calm.

My blood dripped down onto her skin, and her head flung up. She flinched and hissed, her fangs extending. I grimaced again as she kept hissing.

"Hey!" Dean called, an unsure tone to his voice.

"You think she's so different? Still want to save her? Look at her. They're all the same. Evil, blood thirsty." Gordon listed, and glared down at the vamp. Lenore retracted her fangs and turned her face away.

"No. No!" She groaned, and closed her eyes tightly to resist the urge.

"You hear that, Gordon? She said no." I snapped. He gazed down at her with a confused expression.

"No!" She kept repeating with conviction.

I shoved him off, and started untying Lenore. "We're done here." Sam growled.

"Guys get her out of here." Dean commanded as I finally loosened the ropes binding Lenore.

Sam knelt down and lifted her up. "I got you, I got you." He muttered gently to comfort her. Gordon made a move to stop him, but I stepped out in front of him as Dean lifted his gun.

Dean warned Gordon not to interfere as Sam hauled Lenore out of the farm house. "Gordon, I think you and I have got some things to talk about."

Gordon looked down at the blade in his hands, then to me. "Get out of my way."

"Sorry." I shrugged, and crossed my arms over my chest.

"You're not serious." Gordon replied as I took a few steps back.

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

Gordon nodded, and considered what Dean had said. He looked down and jammed the knife into the table. "Fine."

Dean looked from the knife to his gun. He pulled the clip out and set them both down. Before he could get the gun back, Gordon threw a punch. He threw one towards me, but I ducked out of the way and popped back up and swung my fist out. My fist slammed into his jaw with a sickening crunch. He stumbled to the side, and I dove for the knife. Gordon wrapped his hand in my hair, and threw me against the wall. I hissed out in pain as he grabbed the blade and swung it at Dean, who in turn, dodged it. I jumped up as Gordon knocked Dean down, and rose the blade above his head. I tackled him and started wailing on his kidneys before he backhanded me. I fell to the ground with a heavy thud before getting back up to see Dean grabbing Gordon, and shoving him against the wall. He slammed his arm against the door frame a couple of times before the knife fell from his hand.

"What are you doing, man? You doing this for a fang?" Gordon tried, and flipping them around so Dean had his head back against the wall instead. "Come on, Dean, we're on the same side here!"

"I don't think so, you sadistic bastard." Dean growled. Gordon punched Dean, sending him to the floor. He kicked at Dena again, and sent him into the table. It broke under his weight as I went in. I tackled Gordon again. He fell backwards as I shunted my knees against his biceps, and punched him a couple of times before he shoved me off, and rolled over to start hitting me. I groaned heavily as he got up and grabbed my hair to throw me to land aside Dean.

"You're not like your brother, or Carlotta. You're a killer. Like me." Gordon continued, and stalked towards Dean. Dean just glared at him as I got on my hands and knees and shook my head. Just as he was close enough, I swung my leg out, and toppled him over. Dean took the opportunity to punch him twice, and drag him over to a glass cabinet, and threw him into it. Gordon looked exhausted, but he still tried to land on last hit on Dean. Dean grabbed the raised hand, and used his other arm to slam his elbow in his face. Gordon slumped.

Dean dragged him out of the hallway, and purposely hitting him against the corners. "Oh, sorry." Dean snorted. I stood up, and dusted off my dress before sighing out in relief. He dropped Gordon on a chair and tied him up. "You know, I might be like you, and I might not be. But you're the one tied up right now."

Blood trickled down from the cut on my arm as Dean approached me. I held my hand over it, and a faint glow shimmered from my palm. I sighed out once I removed my hand. A small, pale scar lay on my arm.

"You alright?" Dean asked with a slight pant.

"I am. He hits like an old lady." I commented with a small giggle.

Dean just chuckled and pulled me into his arms. "Sorry. About earlier."

Tears pricked at my eyes again as I buried my nose into his neck. "Don't worry about it. You, uh- You keep watch on the douche bag. I'm going to see if Lenore needs any help, okay?"

Dean nodded slowly, and I trailed out of the house. Lenore sat on the trunk of the Impala as Sam dabbed at the cuts on her arms and legs. I smiled gently as I stepped up to her, and placed my hands on either side of her head. The familiar glow shimmered from my palms, and in an instant, Lenore's wounds were healed.

~*****~

After she left, Sam went inside to check on Dean and Gordon. I stayed outside with my cheeks and face aching. I had swollen from the force of Gordon's punches, and I didn't have the energy to heal myself. Sam and Dean finally stepped out of the house. Dean gestured towards his face. "Lottie, clock me one." He said loudly.

"Excuse me?" I asked in a garbled tone.

"Come on, I can take it. I promise. Let's do it. Come on." Dean said, fanning his hands around.

"If this is your way of an apology, you can forget it." I laughed.

"Let's go, you get a freebie. Hit me, come on." I looked over at Sam, who shrugged in return, and swung my fist forward. I connected right with his nose. He flew back, and tumbled onto the ground. "Damn!" He yelped as he held onto his bloody nose.

"You asked me too." I stated as I held my hand out for him.

"I didn't think you'd actually do it!" Dean exclaimed as I helped him up.

"Oh, boo. Suck it up, princess." I sighed, and went for the car door.

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

"What do you mean?" Sam questioned as we shared a confused look.

"Think about all the hunts we went on. Our whole lives."

"Okay."

"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." Dean sighed. "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 enjoyed it."

"You didn't kill Lenore." I stated softly.

"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." Sam told his brother.

"Yeah." Dean breathed out, and looked away for a second. "Well, cause you're both pains in my ass."

Sam laughed, and opened the backseat door. "Guess I might have to stick around to be a pain in the ass then."

"Thanks." Dean called out, making Sam pause.

"Don't mention it." Sam smiled gently. Dean smiled at me as I slipped into the car. With a groan, I pulled off my boots and laid down across the seats, and fell asleep.