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"What's wrong with her?" Sam asked looking around for any more Threshold baddies. His eyes betrayed what he was feeling though, he was concerned for Aeryn.
I was holding her; one of my arms was holding her back the other cradling her head. Aeryn's eyes were closed, but her body was tensed with pain, and her lips were pale. She looked sick. Or like death warmed over. Don't die, please. I thought. This should never have happened to you. Aeryn come back to me please. Trying not to let the situation overwhelm me, I replied, "I don't know."
"Dean, we have to get her inside, we can't stay out here."
Licking my lips, I shifted my weight to carry her, but her black wings were in the way; they kept sliding open. "Damn it!" I yelled. She just had to have wings didn't she?
Sam knelt down near her head. Setting her back down on the asphalt again, he said, "We'll make a stretcher with our arms. You'll be near her feet and I'll be near her head. Got it?"
Nodding, I knelt down next to her, waiting for Sam to give the signal to get up. 'This was a little awkward,' I thought, looking back towards where she used to live. The small dark abandoned buildings blocked my view of her home. And I wondered faintly how bad the fire was, if anyone was hurt. It reminded me of when mom died. The Seattle sky was a deep red, bathing everything around it in a dull red, and the shadows like monsters.
"Dean."
Snapping out of my daze I turned back to Sam who had put Aeryn on her side. One of her wings was underneath her. While scolding Sam, I pulled it out gently. Her body shook and I gave a worried look to Sam. Despair made my heart ache, let her by okay. I thought
"Dean, don't worry about the wings look on her left shoulder."
He brushed her wing aside and I groaned. This was getting worse and worse. Tattooed on her left shoulder was the Threshold symbol. On each of the crook of the S was a small T and a small H. 'Come on,' I thought 'they brand them now?' Although there was no open wound, the tattoo was red and there were small spider veins spreading out from it. Sliding a hand over my face, I groaned. I knew what I had to do.
"What does it mean?" Sam asked sounding grim.
"Bad news for all of us." I said, pulling out my pocketknife and opening it.
"Dean? What the hell are you doing?"
"Sam, you have to watch more movies."
"No!"
Placing my hand flat on her shoulder, I pressed down to stop her from moving. Sam raised a hand to stop me, but I moved away and made a cut across the tattoo. Blood welled up and pooled out. Tossing the knife aside, I steadied myself to stick my fingers into that wound.
At the last second Sam grabbed my hand his face lined with anger and confusion, "What the hell are you doing?"
"Watch and see." I said ripping my hand away from him.
Pushing my thumb and index through the wound I felt around for anything. There was nothing there. That can't be I thought I was right, there has to be something here. Pressing down farther her left wing hit me in the face; at the same time something hard hit my fingertips.
"Dean!"
Pulling back I smiled at Sam, and held up my bloody fingertips. Pinched between my index finger and thumb was something that looked like a BB gun pellet. Sam's face was questioning and I shrugged my shoulders. Not quiet sure if I was right. If I was right about the tracker,it would be able to find us. It was also probably built to kill her if she strayed from her mission.
Looking down at Aeryn, her body didn't shake anymore and she had a bit of color back on her lips. I smiled and exhaled slowly. Something crashed a few buildings over. Looking at Sam, he nodded and we picked her up and shuffled our way into the broken Sky Needle.
Once inside the structure, I looked around in the small room we were in. It was small, probably the main room. The hard floors had broken cement pieces scattered around as well as broken bottles and used cigarettes. The light from outside didn't really light up the room in here, and I still felt exposed. 'Maybe we could go upstairs,' I thought, but I knew we wouldn't be able to do it without harming her more.
Both of us slunk into a corner of the room where it was dark. We sat there trying to figure out what to do. Aeryn was next to me, still unconscious and I wondered if she'd ever wake up. The pellet felt heavy in my pocket, I knew I should have thrown it away, and knew that they could track us with it. But it could come to our advantage.
Aeryn groaned slightly and my heart leaped. 'Was she waking up?' I asked myself, just hoping so much it was true. Faintly I wondered if she felt anything for me. I would never admit to Sam that I was starting to like her. Pulling away from her, I let the light that I had blocked hit her face. I was about to shake her when something hissed in the darkness.
"Sam?" I whispered, looking up.
"Dean, we have-"
Sam's voice was cut off as something hit me head on. I hit the hard ground, causing all the air to be knocked out of me. My head throbbed and I knew I had struck something. A loud scream filled my head. And I yelled, trying to hold my ears. Something was pinning me down. It screamed again and I recognized it this time. Harpie.