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The hair on my neck rose, looking up I saw her flying above us. Wasting no time I grabbed the shotgun that lay between the seats of the car. Swinging it I aimed up at her as she flew straight up a building. Something felt wrong but I pushed the feeling away. She glanced behind, our eyes meeting, and her wings beat harder against the dead air.

The shotgun kicked back as the bullet left the barrel. I saw her falter, wings collapsing. Yes, finally! I thought. The wind picked up and she was shot up past the building.

"No!" I yelled.

"Dean..."

We had lost her again. Glaring angrily up at the building, I searched for any signs of her black wings. But the blue skies were empty. Glittery shards fell from the sky, landed on the ground with soft click. Glass I realized, walking over and examining a shard. Some of them had blood smeared on the edges.

"Dean!" Sam yelled.

"Did you see what level that bitch went in?" I asked him looking up. Frustrated that it disappeared again. This just wasn't my day.

"The top I think, but Dean that wasn't the harpie."

Snapping my head towards him I felt my anger rise. Why can't we do anything right today I thought angrily. Walking towards him and pointing a finger at the building I asked "What do you mean that wasn't the haripie? It flew didn't it?"

"Yes, but there was no swan body. And the fact that the hair was different. It was brown not white." He said seriously.

"Then what did I just shoot?" I asked looking back up.

"I don't know. We can check." Sam replied solemnly.

Sighing loudly I set the gun back into the Impala and grabbed smaller handguns for each of us. Looking up at the building directly I groaned inwardly. What had I just shot? I thought, closing the driver's door. What the hell where we doing in Seattle, and why did it look like it had been hit by a huge bomb?

Sam walked ahead of me while I grumbled to myself. Opening the buildings brown glass colored door I stepped in.

"What happened here?" Sam asked softly to no one in particular.

Glancing around I laughed softly. It was like some of the cheaper motels we have stayed in. All run down, wallpaper peeling off the wall, the ground cracked and bubbled up. But it looked like it had happened recently not over the matter of years but maybe a few months ago.

This whole places baffles me I thought following Sam into an elevator. It looked brand new but shuddered sometimes as we crawled our way towards the top floor.

"What do you think happened?" I asked

Sam shrugged his shoulders as if it didn't bother him. But I needed an answer. This was just to crazy, and I have seen a lot of crazy things.

"Come on! Do you think Seattle was bombed?"

"Dean we would have heard it on the news."

"Well how do you explain this?"

"I don't know Dean." He laughed, as the elevator dinged softly at the number 13.

"Do you think its the future?"

The doors opened and Sam let out a laugh, " I don't know Dean, some things you can't explain."

We stepped out into a small dark hall, facing another door. I felt like I was in a maze. Sam was about to knock but I wasn't bothering. Lifting a leg I kicked the door in. The door cracked in the middle and smacked against the wall. Darkness greeted us as we slipped inside.

A hall stretched out to the left of me, a doorway in front of me. Motioning to Sam , I took the doorway and he the hallway. The room opened into a small living room a burgundy couch pressed up against the window. A small circular brow table in front of the couch. Ahead of me was two stairs and some pillars, it opened into a long room. An office shoved into a corner, the windows looking out to Seattle I heard Sam looking around up there and I left it alone

The small kitchen was to my left and I saw droplets of blood on the tiles and on the refrigerator. Paper was scattered everywhere in there. Dropping down I examined the paper in the dimming sunlight.

Blood was smeared all over the paper making it harder to read. A dark symbol decorated the back of the paper. It looked like an sideways S with the word Threshold underneath it.

"Sam." I started.

A loud crash came from the room Sam was looking at. Jumping up I rushed to my little brother's aide. Broken glass crunched underneath my feet as I rounded a corner. A lamp on its side was on, lighting up half the room. Sam was leaning over something and turned when he heard my footsteps.

"Found her." he said.

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A/N sorry for it being short, I had to do a million other things as well.