Dean's poetic words brought her back to the present moment. "You always know exactly what to say to pull me back to you and make me smile. You are right though, I am fire, if you want something salty and sweet, with no opinion, I am not the woman for you. I spit flames, often." She joked.
"Where were you?" Dean asked. He held her cheek soothing her and himself with the close connection. He saw her genuine smile and his heart felt lighter. He had thought he had lost her to a dark place, he had a horrible feeling when he saw her like that.
"I was trying to remember Lucy's words. But maybe the incident was so traumatic that my brain has forgotten it." April bit her lip as she tried to remember and explain to Dean.
Dean used his thumb to stop her from hurting herself as she bit her lip. He rubbed the red mark on her lip "Do you want to tell me about it and maybe as you tell me you might remember?" He asked.
