Chapter 1
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Sam and Dean had arrived at the harbors. Where an anonymous tip was given to them that something very abnormal had happened there. Dean stationed the Impala in park settings. At that instant, he glanced over at his brother, Sam.
“You ready?” Dean implored, as he checked his firearm.
“Yep.” Sam answered, as he mocked Dean’s maneuver, except with his gun.
They both exited the automobile, and advanced on.
Harmony gazed at the sunset; darkness would soon appear. She had to find a secure place! She felt weak, dehydrated, disorientated, and mostly lost.
‘Where am I?’ She ruminated.
Harmony tried to raise up, in contrast couldn’t, for a briskly burst of pain underneath her ribs ceased her. In a flash, she remembered what developed. Harmony had dash away from the person that had stabbed her. Next, she had climbed into this rowing boat to hide.
Harmony discovered the person responsible for her sister’s tragic death. She had made the mistake by confronting the person in her maid form, instead in her mortal figure. Now, the killer would be pursuing her underwater as well.
“DAMN IT!” She swore to herself.
Suddenly, Harmony heard noises. It was like some kind of motor, followed by doors slamming shut. Harmony inspected herself in just her scaly fins and her clam bra.
“Shit!” Harmony vocalized between clench teeth.
She quickly searched for a cloak, despite this found nothing on the pinnace. At that point, Harmony glimpsed on top of the landing pier. There laid an aged sail cover, she immediately grabbed it. In doing so, she winced, and it also created a splashing movement. Harmony rapidly wrapped it around herself. She analyzed her tail; it was still somewhat visible with the extra-so threads.
“OH- NOOO!” Harmony whispered, as she continued to dry her tail in a zippy motion. As she realized it was too late to veer prior into the depths.
“What the hell?!” Sam requested, as he peered at Dean, and wondered if they both observed the same thing.
In a swift run, they proceeded to the end of the kedges. The view before them was a senescent fishing canoe with a confused, scared, half-clothed damsel inside. Dean spotted her first and tapped on Sam’s shoulder for him to see. It was clearly the gal who had been through something; tis a mystery of what.
Dean jumped into the small vessel, catching himself as it rocked backwards and forwards.
“SON OF A BITCH!” Dean cursed vociferously.
The lady stared at him, while the compact ship came to a halt, and he gave up his hands as defeat.
“You alright, Mis?” Dean quizzed.
Harmony nodded, ‘Yes.’ Their orbs locked at one another. Neither one didn’t understand why they were entranced by each other.
Dean acknowledged her wet long brunette hair, tawny colored eyes, plumb carmine lips and a frightened smile.
Harmony didn’t register who this dude was, or if he was connected to the murder. She would have to be careful, however his handsome face and deep hazel green globes captive her. She admired his short and styled hair, unshaven patches on his cheeks and neck. The man wore a light jacket, blue jeans and boots.
Meanwhile, Sam was waiting and scanned at the sides of the docks. He did a double take at the water, there was a trail of red substance floating on the surface. It was very noticeable at first, nevertheless it began to vanish.
“What’s your name?” Dean queried the female.
“Harmony. Yours?” Harmony questioned.
“Dean. Here, let me help you,” he disclosed.
Before Harmony could stop him. Dean had pulled her up in his strong arms, not knowing her impairment. Harmony bellowed and slumped over in his arms.
“Harmony, what’s the matter? Did I injure you?” Dean inquired, worried.
“Oh, you didn’t. It’s...Well-” Harmony spoke in a raspy voice.
Harmony positioned a hand on her laceration, which Dean trailed her inconstancy. He took her hand off to see blood still soaking through her type of clothing she wore.
‘She might require stitches! This woman needs his-their aid!’ Dean speculated.
Harmony wanted to brush away his hand and tell him to leave her alone, still. There was just something about him, something of his touch. She didn’t intuit how, yet she knew she could trust him. Harmony glazed up at him, as he returned to her a concerned expression.
“It’ll be okay,” Dean said softly and calmly.
Thereupon, he shouted.
“SAM!”
As his name was being hollered, a tall fellow with much longer hair, and similar type of apparel as Dean stood before them.
“Harmony, this is my brother, Sam. Sam, this is Harmony. She is in need of our assistance.”
“Nice to meet you!” Sam replied to her as she bobbed her noggin to him.
“Harmony is wounded and it’s necessary to get her to the ER!” Dean expressed, as he lifted her up, meticulously. So, she could place her footing on the board’s edge. Sam escorted her with gentleness, until she could retrieve her balance. Due to this, by putting one pressure to each foot, which was hard for her to do.
“You sure, you can walk?” Dean probed, as he caught himself from jumping up from the shuttle.
“Yeah.” Harmony verbalized, husky.
Harmony hesitated every so often, while in Sam’s grip, as they continued to step. Yeah, she’d walked on shore before, but never in the arms of a human male. Soon, they came to a long, black shiny coupe, where Sam rested her on the hood.
Dean at this duration had unlatched the back inlet to the driver’s side.
Sam shook his head in displeasure. He went to the passenger entrance and opened it. Ensuingly, Sam guided Harmony there and very easily let her sit down in the sedan.
“What?” Dean asked, puzzled and saw the slight glare from Sam, as he seized the passage from Dean’s hold, seated and closed the gateway.
Once everyone was inside, Sam exhorted.
“Dean, then go to the hospital!”
Harmony’s optics widened and panic flooded her. She had to say something. In a hasty tone, “NOOO!”
The boys looked at her with befuddlement.
“I- mean. Please, no! It’s just a scratch. No desire for a medical visit.” Harmony responded, as she corrected herself.
“Oh, okay?! To the Bunker!” Dean stated, addled.
Thereafter, he maintained full focus in front of him on the paved road.
“Dean, you sure it’s safe for-” Sam mentioned.
“Sammy, I am!”
In the Impala, the sound of the vehicle was the only heeded. Harmony loved that rumble music, for it soothed her. She wanted to tell these strangers what really transpired to her, and about her true self. In time, it will tell if it is wise to do so.
