Beneath The Waves
Chapter: 3
Days progressed, the Winchesters had informed Harmony she could stay as long as she liked and that she was protected there.
The sun was slowly setting as the night established its shift. It had been an hour since Dean vacated to make errands. Harmony had been taking a cleansing for quite a while, so Sam checked on her.
As he approached, Sam heeded a colossal swash that didn't seem to fit normally.
Meanwhile, Harmony had hoped no one had detected her splash she rendered with her tail. She had been crimped up and imperative to stretch. Such a vast relief for her.
Harmony was started when she discovered a knock that came from the exterior of the entrance.
"Harmony? You okay?" Sam seeked.
"Yeah. I'll be out in a minute," Harmony uttered in a panic pitch.
Sam spinned astern and dismissed it. Shortly, Dean had shown up with a limited plastic bag of groceries.
Subsequently, Harmony had towel off and was fully in attire. She hustled to tell the fellows good night. They jounced and cited, 'Night' as she embarked.
However, slumber didn't come easily for Harmony. She began to have an awful dream that forsaken her. Swiftly, Harmony sat straight up, while beads of sweat flowed down her frontal features.
The nightmare consisted of what had previously happened to Harmony. The erratic laughter from that man still haunted her dreams. She had to sit vertically and hold the blanket adjacent to her body. After settling, Harmony slinged the quilt away and snappily headed into another room. She had to get the frightening scenes from her brain. Some incentive, she ended up in the kitchen.
All of the sudden, there was a noise coming opposite of her. She turned towards it and tried to remain calm. She relaxed and conceded it was Dean. It appeared that Dean was still half dormancy and woken by her. He was rubbing the siesta out of his peepers with the heel of his palm.
"Everything okay?" Dean requested in a raspy way.
"Yeah. Couldn't sleep." Harmony stated, briskly.
Dean nodded that he understood and bounded to the couch and flopped on to it.
"Sorry, I woke you!" Harmony expressed, apologetic. She felt atrocious for waking him.
Dean waved her comment off, as if it were a fly in midair.
"I've been wanting to...Well, I should ask you, Dean. The chamber that I am occupying - It's yours, isn't it?" Harmony said and took a seat beside him.
Dean raised his noggin and reposted, "Yes."
"Thank you! Honestly, if you need your bed back- I need to go-"
"Nonsense! Sammy and I enjoy your company. It's been a while since we had guests. It gets a tad boring with just one another to socialize with. And, no you don't have to leave, unless you suspect you are ready to."
"Thank you. We'll see...So, basically what you're saying is... It's been a long time since a woman has been here?" Harmony taunted.
Dean shrugged and realized what he admitted. To hide it, he let a smile crept on his visage.
Few minutes had passed, and Harmony broke the silence.
"Dean, I need to tell you something...The real reason I'm here."
"I'm listening."
"I'm here to find...My sister's killer." Harmony blurted.
"Um...Shouldn't the local authorities be involved in this?" Dean challenged.
"Oh...Well...They can't...This assassin is just a... monster."
"Really? Maybe I can help?" Dean disclosed.
"You? Help? How?" Harmony catechized and added. "Don't tell me you are part of the FBI?" Harmony remarked in an almost snicker.
"You could say that." Dean responded in a smirk.
"WHAT?" Harmony vocalized, and reified Dean was solemn. "You're serious?!"
"Uh-huh." Dean conveyed, and extracted his wallet from his hind slacks pocket to show her his I.D. "Believe me now?"
"Alright, Agent Ackles, Dean." Harmony implied and included, "And your brother-partner?"
"Agent Padalecki, Sam."
"WOW!" Harmony rejoined, astonished while Dean went to retrieve a memo book and pen.
"Shall we begin?" He quizzed.
Dean deemed it an impetuous interest. He merely brushed it aside, as it couldn't be any leads to their cold case that abruptly ceased. Or could it?
"Describe her?" Dean implored.
"Um...She's taller than me. Long blonde hair. Cheerful. Sociable. Likeable-"
"Where was she at last of your knowledge?"
Harmony had to be careful of how she answered this question. She had to think hastily. Finally, she got it.
"Sitting at the beach, relishing the sunset. That was something she did almost regularly."
"This was something she did every day?" Dean probed.
"Well yeah, when she wasn't busy with...Um-work."
"Ah, okay." Dean verbalized, as he wrote the information on a mini notepad. "Did she have any or spoke of any enemies?"
"Not sure. My sister is someone with a good heart. If she had any, it wasn't mentioned."
"You have a picture of her?"
"Sorry, I don't."
"No problem." Dean glanced up and got caught in Harmony's eyes as she did his. All of once, Dean mumbled, "If she looks anything like you, well…"
"Come again?" Harmony inquired, confused.
Dean cleared his throat, "Um...I mean-"
"Mr. Ackles, were you just trying to flirt with me in some way?"
"And if I was?"
Harmony bent in closer and whispered this in his ear.
"I wouldn't mind it one bit."
A sneer spread across Dean's face. He quickly kissed her lips.
"Oh, I apologize. I shouldn't have-"
Dean was interrupted by Harmony kissing him back, followed by a slight giggle that escaped her lips.
"Too much?" She inquisitioned.
Dean smirked and kissed her passionately. The heat of passion engulfed them instantly. He made a trail of kisses from her jaws to her neck. Next, he scooped his hands under her blouse and lifted it up and over her cranium. Dean continued to kiss till he reached her bra where he unclasped it, removing the satin material. He attained a nipple in his mouth and swirled his tongue on all sides of it. Harmony wailed in surprise. Dean shifted to the succeeding breast and did the same actions as before. He left butterfly kisses down her stomach.
At the time of tease, Harmony had played with Dean's hair by sliding her fingers through it to scruff it up a bit. She sensed him move away slightly to let her extricate his clothing. Harmony hoisted his shirt off him, as he loosened her jeans, pulling them and her panties down and off. She located his belt and unfastened it. Thereupon, she unzipped his pants and briefs off. She had also removed his cotton top layer in a rapid movement.
Thereupon, they each at the same time departed from the fallen garments. Dean laid Harmony down on the loveseat, kissing her sensitive spots again, starting with her nape and concluding it with the tip of her womanhood, where he gobbled her goods, which made her moan in delight. He then inserted himself into her, feeling her tightness wrapped around him. Harmony's breath increased, but stabled herself. Dean wondered if she was new to this.
"You okay?"
"Yeah...It's just-"
"Been a while." Dean proclaimed, finishing her sentence.
Harmony just grinned at him and cited. "It's okay."
With that, he commenced the thrusting motion, until they both reached their climax.
"WOW! What was that?" Harmony asked, realizing Dean didn't register it. She had sex before, except this was divergent.
"You're joking, right?" Dean exhorted, worried.
'She's too good to be true,' Dean thought.
"Oh, Dean!" Harmony replied. "That was simply wonderful!"
Dean chuckled, and put forth. "Not bad, yourself."
At that point, he noticed her smiling semblance changed into a frown.
"Hey? What's the matter?" Dean urged, concerned.
The tears began to form and fall down her cheeks.
"Shh...It's okay. You're safe. Remember?" Dean affirmed in comfort.
He hugged her snuggly, as droplets proceeded to cascade.