"Maybe, do you think we met in our past life?" Dean asked. Of course, he knew when and where they had met. It was a dark cold night when his uncle had arranged an attack on life. Left for dead in a disgusting alleyway he saw his angel for the first time. They were walking and Aprils next words halted his steps and his heart.
"Maybe I saved your life from some hooligans… Or maybe we never crossed paths." April left her answer both truthful and ambiguous. There would be a time when she could openly reveal her past life and she wasn't sure it was now, it would be when it felt right.
Dean scratched the back of his neck, she had hit the nail on the head when she said that she had saved him but then she said maybe they never crossed paths. He was uneasy and decided to change the subject, his surprise was all set up and he wanted her to enjoy her day with him and he didn't want any heavy conversation.
Holding her hand tighter he responded, "Stop here and put this on."
