There was a strong taste of bile in my mouth. I had a headache and my left shoulder felt like somebody had shoved a crowbar through it. Sounds of screams and yells filled my ears as I slowly opened my eyes.

I squinted from being blinded by a bright light. My eyes scanned the room, searching for the cause of noise. For a terrified moment I thought I was back at Threshold. The voices became familiar that the bellows were coming from made me realize that they were Dean and Sam. Those Winchester brothers were in trouble.

Standing up so quickly that everything became black and I sank back to my knees. 'What happened? Can't ask that now!' words said in my head. The brothers needed help. This fact that I was still alive should have been enough. Rushing to stand up, my legs made me stagger forwards like a drunk. Eyes of mine were blurry, and the world was cast in half night vision and half color. Seeing objects this way made my head spin. It made me feel sick. At least we had gotten to the Needle safely.

Everything went quiet. Then I heard Dean exhaling angrily, and the sound of a fist meeting some flesh was perceived. My sight cleared slowly and I saw Dean before me, punching something beneath him. The item below the man had wings.

"Dean don't kill it! We need it!" Sam yelled pulling Dean off of the creature.

Peering past their bodies I saw what Dean had been sitting on. The swan like body of the harpie was bloody on the cement. Her eyes were closed, and her gray hair was in knots. Its off white wings lay crumpled beside her. She looked almost dead. I took a step towards as I peered down at her. I felt myself shake at seeing something else with wings.

"Aeryn? When did you get up?" Dean's asked, breaking the silence and concern in his voice.

While I ignored him, I felt a plan form in my mind. I knew how to get them home, and how to solve my problems as well. "Be careful Aeryn," Sam cautioned, "She doesn't go down easily."

As the words left his mouth, the harpie's eyes shot open. She let out a scream and shot out a hand towards my throat. Stumbling backwards I fell hard onto the cement ground, my heart racing. The brothers moved together and grabbed the harpies wings. Letting out a scream of pain she kicked and scratched.

The brothers yelled at each other from the pain, and from trying to hold her. Her wings smacked them in the faces. Stepping forwards and with the help of Dean and Sam, we threw her against the wall. She slumped forward from being unconscious, onto the ground.

"How long do you think that will last?" asked Dean, breathing fast as he wiped blood away from his brow.

"About two seconds," laughed Sam.

Rubbing my head, I looked around. The brothers became quiet and Dean, voice thick with worry, asked softly, "You okay?"

"What happened? Where did the harpie come from?" I asked, feeling a bit overwhelmed by everything.

"Your Threshold buddies were killing you with a tracker. And it was here already, hiding in the shadows. Guess she wanted to finish us off."

A silent 'oh' comes out of my mouth because I was not sure what to think. It was relieving that I was not having something like me coming to kill me. Letting out a soft sigh, I closed my eyes and rubbed my right hand over my face. While trying to figure out what to do next, a question formed in my mind and I asked, "You said a tracker? Where is it?"

Dean smiled and gave a soft chuckle. He pointed to the unconscious harpie. A wave of shock and amusement rolled over me.

"This is what you get for trying to ruin my car, taking us into the future and just being a pain in the ass." Dean stated.

"And that's to keep Threshold off our ass?" Sam asked.

"For now, until we can figure out how to get back home." Dean replied.

Sam let out a small laugh, and rubbed his face. "You do realize that is what brought us here?"

"So?" Dean responded, shrugging his shoulders.

"She may be the only way to get us home! What were you thinking?" Sam shouted.

"A plan!" yelled Dean.

As they fought I stood there, mulling over what Sam had said. This was bad news for us, then. If the harpie was the only way home for them, we had to keep her away from Threshold.

"Dean, DEAN!" I yelled over their shouts.

They became silent and Dean turned, an annoyed look on his face. "Where is the tracker in her?"

"She had a cut on her neck, I shoved it in there."

"Okay, um. We have to move, I'm sure Threshold already has her position. Help me please."

Dean face softened and Sam nodded. Walking over to the limp harpie, the two brothers stood her up. Shifting her weight between the two of them they lifted her up and slowly made their way to the entrance of the needle.

Making sure their path was clear of debris I motioned them forward. As all three of us stood in the entranceway, a loud voice spoke and obviously very angry.

"Come out, you're surrounded."

Snapping my head up I looked out into the half dark walkway. About ten Threshold military personal stood there in a circle. The voice had come out from the middle of that circle and I wondered whom they were protecting. The thought of it being Jacobson made me angry.

"Damn it. That was fast." Dean whispered.

"NOW!" Yelled the voice.

All three of us stepped out of the building, and into the night air. The abandoned buildings that circled behind the men blocked out path of escape. The only sound was in the alley where a cat gave a small cry. Then I heard quick orders being given. The men spread out slowly, feet hitting the cement loudly, but still covered the speaker.

"Drop her."

Inhaling quickly I thought they were talking to me. Glancing at Dean and Sam, both of their faces trained forward, I let my gaze wander to the harpie they held. They thought that was me! Maybe this will work to our advantage after all I thought.

Dean and Sam slowly knelt down, keeping their eyes on the military force the whole time. Laying the harpie onto the asphalt the brothers took a step back. Bringing my gaze back to the army of men I took a steady breath. Let us get out of here.

Two men rushed forward, and exposed who the speaker was. I gasped loudly and felt my heart skip a beat. The situation just got worse, I thought.

"Tyler?" I croaked.

Dean and Sam tensed, as Tyler gave a small smile. He stepped into the red glow that the few lights gave off from buildings near by, so the brothers could see him clearly. Tyler still looked the same. The brown hair spiked up, and he had the same smile. He was dressed in a dark suit. It was so good to see him; I had to tell him we had to leave. All this time searching for him and he found me. Realization hit me, what was he doing with Threshold goonies?

"Aeryn. Check-mate." Tyler replied, smiling coldly.

Before I blinked he drew out a gun and pulled the trigger.