Silent

When he woke up he looked around, scanning his surroundings. He lay in a small bedroom on a queen-sized bed. The sheets were a burgundy colour and everywhere was strange to him. His top half was naked and his wound on his arm was dressed in a bandage. He felt hot and sweaty all over. Then he heard a noise from the door on his left.

Click

In walked the girl from earlier, she had a wet cloth in one hand and his black shirt in the other. She smiled at him, all he could do was stare at her beauty.

"I'm April, I just wanted to give you back your shirt and wipe the sweat on your body." She looked at him nervously with a slight blush in her cheeks. "I'd offer you my shower but you can't get your wound wet. I'll leave this stuff here for you. Your phone is over here, I charged it for you."

She set down the wet cloth and lay his shirt on a nearby chair, she then took his phone from her pocket and placed it on the bedside table.

He had never met someone so pure, he lacked the words to thank her.

"You can stay till morning if you like. I'll sleep on the sofa." She turned to leave then stopped and turned her head. "I think you have a fever I gave you some medicine earlier. In three hours you can take another two tablets on the table."

She gave him another heart-stealing smile before leaving the room. Dean tried to sit up but the fever and lack of blood made him weak. He lay there staring at the ceiling before slowly falling asleep.

A few hours later he woke as his fever had subsided. He saw the medicine and a bottle of water on the nightstand, he took the medicine swallowing it down with the water. Feeling better he sat up. He grabbed his phone and turned it on. The light lit up the small dark room.

Buzz

Battery fully charged.

His lips slightly curved in a rare smile at her thoughtfulness. He put his legs on the ground and found the black shirt she had laid out for him. It was his from earlier but it had been washed, dried and ironed. It smelt of coconut just like her bed linen.

Dean put on his shirt minding his bandage and walked to her bedroom window. Lifting his phone to his ear as he fixed his shirt buttons he called his secretary.

"Pick me up, I'll send you my address now."

Dean hung up and sent his location ping to his secretary. He sat back down and put on his shoes and then went to the living room.

He saw her first, his eyes seemed to find her wherever she went. She was curled up on the sofa with a thin blanket wrapped around herself. He frowned and picked her up gently and carried her back to her bed and tucked her in. He had never been gentle with anyone. He brushed her hair out of her face and stood up. He stood there in the darkness staring at her for a while until he heard his phone.

Buzz

The incoming message let him know his secretary had arrived.

"Thanks for the rescue, angel."

He stooped down and kissed her forehead surprising himself, he shook his head and left the room, walking out her door without looking back.

**End of Flashback**

He woke back up from his memories. His head was clouded with a mixture of pain and anger. He filled up his tumbler and took another shot. He pinched his glabella feeling yet another headache coming on.

Click

The door opened and his secretary and friend brought in a thick file. He placed it on Deans desk.

"I'm sorry sir."

Dean furrowed his brows at Oliver reaching for the file and opening it. There was a small picture attached. He ran his thumb over April's pretty face and then picked it up and leaned it against his open laptop.

He started to read and as he read about his angel's life his anger built up and grew in his heart until it came out as hot as any dragon has ever flamed. The rage in his eyes could burn those around him into ash.

"Let's go, I will visit her so call family now."

Dean stood from his desk, putting Aprils picture into his breast pocket.

His secretary and friend Oliver grabbed his car keys and followed Dean down in the lift. Dean was acting very weird ever since the night he met April. If she hadn't died Oliver was sure that she would have been his lady boss.

His boss was only ever interested in building his empire so when he mentioned a girl for the first time Oliver paid close attention. He was sure that after reading about her miserable life and horrifying death the people involved end would come slowly and brutally.

They both got out of the lift and got into the black Lincoln Navigator. Once seated inside Dean leaned his head back, thinking of April.

Oliver started the car's engine.

Boom

A flash of light and small flickers of amber flame appeared from between the winding metal. The black Lincoln Navigator continued to scorch for a while sending emblems of thick black smoke up into the night. The metal of the car groaned like the final cry of some wounded beast.

After that all was silent.