Beneath The Waves
Chapter: 2
Minutes elapsed and stillness filled the air. No one said a sentence. Dean ever so often glimpsed at his much better aspiring sidekick. When his attention wasn't at Harmony or the road, it was in the rear-view mirror at Sam.
"Harmony, where are you from?" Dean inquisitioned, killing the silence.
"Oh...Nearby," Harmony reported.
"Is there anybody we can call for you?" Sam implored.
"No-It's just me."
Sam bobbled and, in the duration, he focused on the retrograde reflector at Dean, they both had the same facial expression, which Harmony saw.
"I know what you boys are thinking. I get by just fine on my own. It was something I had to learn to do."
"Didn't say a word, just listening." Dean put forth, as he presented a smile.
In doing so, she riposted one back.
Unanticipatedly, Harmony shivered. This caused her to grab her lower ribs. Dean noticed this, he inspected the heater controls, which were on full blast. He knew he had to get to the Bunker and examined that gash.
"HANG ON!" Dean declared and punched the accelerator.
Immediately, the scenery began to pass rapidly. The glow from the streetlights would bounce off Baby and make her glossy black color glistened.
Dean observed Harmony's tired and petrified semblance. He wanted to take her to a hospital, except that wasn't her wish.
They arrived at the Bunker; Dean put the car in park. Harmony's orbs widened at the sight of the massive, darkened structure that appeared to be invisible within the contexture. Dean rushed to the passenger side door to ajar it. Thus, he scooped Harmony up in his arms as she tried to mask the pain from him. Dean witnessed it.
"Sam?" Dean catechized.
"Yeah?" Sam relayed, as he came towards them.
"Where's the first aid kit?"
"Well... We did have one inside... There should be one in the trunk." Sam claimed, as he wheeled posticous.
"Get it and bring it." Dean hollered, as he took Harmony indoors.
"Dean?!" Harmony whispered.
"Shh... Save your strength." Dean suggested in contentment.
Finally, he positioned her figure onto the mattress. He caught a peek at the wound area. Dean spectacle that more blood had leaked through.
"Dean?" Sam entreated, while holding the emergency box.
Dean twisted towards him and retrieved the box.
"Um...Guys?!" Harmony spoke softly.
"You'll be okay." Dean implied in a smooth tone.
"I'm heading out for supplies...The usual, also?" Sam inquired.
Dean extracted the keys from his obverse blue jeans pocket and extended them to him.
"Yeah, just don't forget about her!" Dean imparted, sternly.
"I won't!" With that Sam vamoose.
Dean assorted the components that would be used. He paused, succeeding in electing the scissors.
"Um...I'm gonna have to cut your... Clothing... Hold on." Dean confessed and displayed his mobile and phoned Sam.
"Hey Sammy. Get Harmony some clothes...Really?! I guess. Yep." Dean conveyed and hung up.
"Harmony, are you still with me?" Dean queried.
"Yeah." Harmony uttered in a rasp whispered.
By and by, she had been losing conscience and gaining it, since they made it here.
Dean selected the shears and previously commenced to very delicately dissect around the vital fluid marking. He relished to ask how it transpired, but restrained himself, for now. He carefully peeled the extirpate material else way from her skin. By the perception of it, the urgency to be suture up. As Dean enacted, a new fresh of plasma wet the top of the periphery. Dean obtained some gauges and set pressure on the spot. At that time, he jumped up to get something, while in a husky voice, Harmony beseeched.
"What?"
Dean briskly vanished and surfaced, he held in one hand a mini booze canister and settled it groundward.
"You need stitches. The gash is pretty deep. Here, drink this." Dean gestured towards the bitty jar and snatched one of the cushions and added. "Scream, bite, whatever...Into this. You will thank me later." He alleged and deposited the glass container on the compact table imminent to her.
"Dean I-" Harmony hesitated.
"No, I don't want to hear it. It's either I close it, or we go to the clinic. Your choice?"
"Fine! Let's get this over with!" Harmony blurted angrily, and seized the bottle, slugging it. Directly, she nabbed the pillow and held it adjacent to her visage and mumbled into the sham, "I'm ready!" Lastly, Harmony sprawled on her opposite side, to get comfortable.
Dean nodded and proceeded.
Ensuingly, Dean was glad to have the patch work completed. It had concerned him at one junction, for the incision didn't desire to seal. Dean reached for the liquor vessel and pivoted it up to quench, only to find it empty. He glanced at the sleeping beauty that laid before him. It was hard to believe that stages ago she had cussed, bellowed and cried at him. He had to give it to her, she had guts.
Dean grinned, nevertheless it faded when he remembered seeing some scars that hadn't been restored properly. He discounted it, as he probably had similar ones too.
Dean picked up the stuff and fled the room, dis-guarding the trash impediments. While he sanitized the non-throwaway items, followed by him washing his hands. Sam was in hunt of clues- anything on the case with his laptop. He had already eaten and had left the brown paper keister for Dean to ogle. At that point, Sam verbalized.
"Yours is in the bag, along with Harmony's," Sam announced.
Dean went to the white carrier and pulled one of the fried ground beef patties externally and resonated it along Harmony's in the ice chest. While Dean had the fridge's entry agape, he grabbed a beer, followed by him sitting across from Sam.
"How is she doing?" Sam requested.
"Good...Sleeping." Dean related, taking a bite of his hamburger.
"Good," Sam affirmed.
"Anything?" Dean exhorted with a mouthful.
"Not, yet."
"Maybe something will come up," Dean responded.
Hours had dragged, when Harmony finally awoke. The morning radiance had begun to shine; it was nearly dawn. She perched up and felt dizzy, weakened, tired, and famished. Harmony's noggin was pounding against her skull, and the tightness underneath her sternum ceased her movement. She snappily grasped her cranium in hopes it would stop.
"What the-?" She challenged vehemently, in contrast hastily a flood of memories came to her.
'I deficit to leave, my stamina hasn't returned. I really hope they let me stay. I am worried that I'll be a burden,' Harmony contemplated.
At that instant, Harmony's belly growled. She searched around the room and found a shirt and pants allocated for her on a chair.
"Wow!" Harmony vocalized, surprised.
Meticulously, Harmony changed into the apparel. This would have healed sprightly if she could have been in a warm salty, watery environment. Harmony studied the section. She had to admit that Dean did an excellent job. Harmony's stomach reminded her again that it was vacuous. She scampered in the kitchen. Harmony scanned around the rooms as if right she was leaving, by the layout and certain objects this room had to belong to one of the males, be that may which one?
Harmony unbolted the gateway. She wondered what type of occupations these men do for a living, with all the weapons and such. Harmony walked on and passed a tiny library. From there, a glimmer caught her interest, it grew brighter as she veered in the vicinity.
Suddenly, she heard a noise, Harmony squinted and recognize someone sleeping on the couch. In a quiet and quick manner, Harmony unlatched the refrigerator and retrieved a shopping bag with her name on it and right beside that a water thermos. She hated whiskey, because it withered her frame so expeditious. Harmony consumed the food and beverage. The meal was not as she expected, still good though. Followed by, she bounded to the bedroom. Nonetheless before unearthing a bathroom, which was in approximately. Thankfully. The mortal's inclinations were such a bother at intervals. She mentated, as she traveled prior to her room. Harmony wasn't new to the human ways of their life. Even though she had spent her equal share on land and sea.
Harmony opened her peepers and realized it was still morning. She peered at the digital clock on the nightstand. It read, eight minutes after eight. This time, she felt a little better than before. She got up and enroute in the same direction as before.
Sam and Dean were sitting diagonal from one another, eating brunch. They reeled to face her as she entered the room.
"Hey there!" Dean contented, in a tease.
"Hi guys!" Harmony rejoined, cheerfully.
"How are you feeling?" Sam quizzed.
"Good. Sore. Still a little feeble and exhausted, still on the mends. Thanks to you both!"
"That's good. You're welcome," Dean put forward.
"You hungry?" Sam inquired.
"Very!" Harmony disclosed, as she seated beside Dean.
At that moment, she eyed the plateful of eggs in ventral of her.
"Help yourself." Dean stated, while Sam got up to retrieve an Aquafina and stationed it next to her plate.
"Thank you!" Harmony expressed, as she clenched hold of her fork, nervously.
"What happened to you?" Sam asked, beating his brother to the question.
Harmony gazed at Sam and then at Dean. Predominantly, she perceived they would not rest till answers were provided, which the lads deserved to be clue in. Harmony only hoped what she told them would cure their curiosity.
"I was attacked and stabbed." Harmony revealed calmly and placed a small bit of eggs interiorly her jaws.
"Do you know who it was?" Dean probed,
"I didn't get a good look at- Um the attacker. It occurred so fast." Harmony exhibited, composedly.
"That monstrous bastard!" Dean commented.
"You have no idea," Harmony remarked, as she situated her fork down.