Beneath The Waves

Chapter: 12

Firstlights passed, Harmony and Dean had discussed and planned that she work a week at the 'Shop At The Shore.'

Giving her current condition and not registering what to expect. Since she was caring for both worlds within her.

Harmony and Dean had visited Watson and spilled to him on their disposition. Watson gathered she would be well shielded, or was it inversely?

Watson comprehended Harmony is an exquisite person with a kind heart. He also saw how she took care of herself. He didn't utter this to the boys that one evening a female vampire came after her. And... Well, she got rid of the problem by slicing her skull off.

Watson had told her she was always welcome there. Dean held her palm and they exchanged a grin at each other as they revealed the exciting news.

Dean transported her back to her compact apartment. Before they entered inside. He cleared the area. Harmony shook her cranium at his defensiveness as she observed him scurrying to her whereabouts.

"You should go on back. Sam will be wondering where you're at. He still hasn't sent anything back?"

"Nope. He'll be okay."

"He's giving us time, goof. Go on. I'll notify you before I leave in the morning," Harmony certified.

Dean grumped and urged, "Need a ride?"

"Dean! You said-"

"I know. Can't blame a guy for trying. Here just read up on these. It will aid if-"

"Thanks. I will. The walking I need. It helps me."

"Okay. If anything, suspicious occurs. Call me! I mean it!" Dean instructed.

"I will. Worry wart." Harmony replied, as she pushed him aimed at the exit.

"If I didn't know any better you wish to get rid of -"

"DEAN! You idjit! It's late and I have to get up at dawn."

"Just remember," Dean put forth, as they stopped at the door.

"Alright I will." Harmony stated, in a convinced tone.

Precedently, they shared a passionate kiss. Right before Dean left and had pivoted away. Instantly, Harmony smacked his bottom.

"Hey!"

"Night, Dean."

"Night, Harmony."

The diurnal course approached quickly. Every period of the days of Harmony's shift Dean inspected her in the ambient. When they weren't together, the couple would text, and he was still proprietorial as usual.

Everything was going well until that sole morning. Dean was leaned up against the Impala as he abided on Harmony. They mimic glances, as he received a warm smile from her.

"Are you stalking me, Mr. Winchester?" Harmony quizzed, for she sensed he had been watching her from a distance.

"No, not really. Just waiting on my girl," Dean conveyed.

"Your other girl you mean?" Harmony jested.

"This!" Dean suggested, as he smoothed his appendage on the car's surface. "-Is Baby." Next, he snatched her in his grip and linked. "You are my woman."

Harmony giggled. She enjoyed teasing him about his ladies.

"Oh, Dean. I love Baby, too. I was just joking."

"Uh-huh. I hear ya." Dean verbalized and witnessed her tiredness. "You should rest some, Babe."

"Babe?" Harmony questioned.

"Shit!" Dean cited.

Due to this, Harmony snickered.

"Dean, just admit you have two Baby's."

Dean looked at her and stationed his hand on her stomach, it made Harmony shivered.

"I have three, then," He implied in a tender, serious affirmation.

Their countenance at one another ceased for he realized the brightness of the sun was getting hotter by the interval. He followed her movements as she put the glasses from on top of her noggin now over her eyes.

"Here, let's get out of the heat." Dean expressed, as he rushed her to some nearby shade.

"Dean, I won't melt. Quit making a fuss!"

"Sorry."

"Surely, you weren't like this when Sammy was little? I mean you slack off some?" Harmony inquired.

Dean beamed at her. Harmony had been around him so long that she was using the nickname.

"Worst," he riposted.

Harmony grinned and remarked, "Why am I not surprised."

Minutes advanced by and Harmony had divulged to Dean she would be unpunctual, if they didn't momentarily depart. With heavy hesitation Dean led Harmony onward on the path enroute to the Impala. Finally, they drove off in the direction to her job venue.

Dean or Harmony hadn't noticed a pair of orbs peeking at them in the amplitude in a bosky spot.

Later that evening, Dean headed towards the Impala, to pick Harmony up. He desisted from what he was doing and heeded that his android was ringing. Dean scanned at the mysterious number that displayed and decided to answer it.

"Hello?!"

"Is this Dean Winchester?" A rough, obscure voice imparted.

"Yes. Who is this?" Dean queried, hasty.

"Oh. You'll know soon enough."

The tranquility bounced hither and thither between the lines, until the stranger vocalized persistently.

"She's a beauty, isn't she?"

At that instance, Dean scanned the Impala. However, the interferer asseveration caught his attention.

"Yeah, she's beautiful, too. But! I would prefer to hold a living, breathing creature than an object. Wouldn't you agree? Such a marvelous body. Her hips, legs, lips…" The intruder purred into the mobile and added.

"Dying to be touched. All these glorious features are hidden by that extended blue-jean skirt and peach color blouse. The way her shirt covers her rounded shape breasts. Doesn't do justice, wouldn't you say, Dean?"

Dean's optics grew wide, panic and anger flooded him.

'How did this psycho know of Harmony's attire she had on today? Was she in danger and did not grasp it? She has not phoned or text-Which meant-' Dean thought.

"Listen up sicko, you better not harm her! Or you are dead meat! My advice is if you desire to live, it would be wise to leave her alone!" Dean thundered.

The cryptic meddler gave a promulgated evil laugh and announced.

"If you want to see your whore alive! Meet me at the cafe on third street. I believe you're familiar with it."

Abruptly, the line went dead.

Meanwhile, externally at the local diner. He had excused himself and returned very shortly.

"So, sorry for that my dear. Where were we?" He asserted compunctiousness, as he seized his seat recurrently.

"Oh, that's okay." Harmony related and inserted. "You were telling me how you were acquainted with Ally?"

"Ah! Yes. Again, my condolences...We went to college together."

"Really?"

"Yes. Ally was smart and she infallibly beat my butt at the highest scores. Enviable times. I will miss her." He responded sadly.

The silence had filled the air between them. In doing so, he asked.

"May I demonstrate something to you?"

"I'm not sure, Clark?! I must be getting back!"

"Please? Ally would love you to see the designs she finished. Well, I think she completed it. She alleged it still needed some polishing, though."

"Yes, I'm certain she would fancy me to do so. Despite that with all respect, maybe another time?"

"Did I mention I spoke to Ally a month ago?!"

"No, you didn't?!"

"My apologies, reiteratively. She entrusted me if I ever bump into you, to let you see them."

"Clark, I'm flattered, except I don't know you and you really don't know me."

"Oh, I understand. Well... What Ally has relayed of you, it's good things. I promise!"

"She has?" Harmony commented, confused.

"Yes."

Harmony wasn't confident on this drifter. Nonetheless, he exposed things only Ally herself would conceive. Not many knew about her illustrations projects that she did. He must have assisted her with them. The particulars she achieved were hung in public places, she didn't use the name 'Ally' on these portrayals. She requested permission from owners to hang the single painting in their building. Free of charge. The last she checked, Ally was in the process on one, a calendar ago. Ally must have trusted this transient. It was odd, he was giving her heebie-jeebies and she needed to vamoose. Somehow this interloper felt prevalent.

"So? Interested?" Clark persisted.

"If Ally insisted for you to show me. I guess a few seconds wouldn't hurt," Harmony attested.

They veered from the coffee bar and in duration had arrived at an abandoned complex adjacent to that was a formal small mill warehouse.

Harmony halted in her footsteps; this didn't feel equitable.

"Clark? Um...This-" Harmony was in mid-speech, as she wheeled to find sharp teeth shining back at her.

"DAMN IT!" Harmony shouted.

"Oh, Harmony. Why the gloom face? We can still have fun!"