Just because she was meant to be some upstanding citizen with a well respected job, didn't mean Henri was above breaking and entering.

Not that she would class what she was currently doing as breaking and entering, as she did have permission from the owner to enter the premises whenever she wanted to. But it was late... Really late, like 2am late, and old Bill wasn't exactly around to let her in the front entrance of his scrapyard, which is why she had no choice but to hop the fence.

Henri couldn't sleep. She didn't want to sleep, not when there were still Leviathan versions of her brothers wreaking havoc throughout the country, inciting fear in her that she was next to be invaded by body snatchers.

All she'd done the whole night was pace up and down to the point where her floor had turned two different colours from the treads worn in by her feet. Just waiting on the call from Dean to tell her everything was fixed made her antsy. Unable to keep still. And she was one lap of the apartment away from going batshit crazy, which is why smashing cars was really a must need right now.

Henri was midway through completely demolishing an old Toyota beyond recognition when her phone rang, an unknown number flashing up on screen when she eventually fished it out of her pocket. She hadn't exactly heard it over the sound of metal on metal and the breaking of glass.

The crowbar slipped from her hand, landing with a clatter on the ground as she answered the call, wincing a little when she brought the phone to her ear as she may have gone a little overboard and pulled a few muscles in her shoulder. That was going to hurt tomorrow and maybe she should look into booking in with a masseuse at some point, otherwise she might tense up forever.

"Hello?"

"Henri, hey, it's me." Dean replied, an unfamiliar sounding engine echoing in the background which told her he wasn't in the Impala.

"Dean." Henri breathed out in relief, unable to stop the quiet chuckle that left the back of her throat as she couldn't help but think this was it. The call she was waiting for since the moment she saw their doppelgängers on the news. "Please tell me it's over and I can stop worrying about ending up on the most wanted list again."

"I'm afraid you're gonna have to wait a little longer on that one." Dean replied, having Henri groan as she leaned forward and pressed her forehead against the cool metal of the busted up car. "Sam and I just left Frank's house. The guy's even more paranoid than Bobby if you can believe it... Anyway, he got us set up with new IDs. New phones. So all we gotta do now is track down our evil twins and put an end to this once and for all."

"And how exactly do you plan to do that?" Henri lifted her head, running her hand through her hair as she turned her body, leaning back on the car which squeaked beneath her weight. "You said these things... These Leviathans or whatever, couldn't be killed."

"We're working on it."

"Uh-huh." Henri hummed out, not exactly full of faith on that part as Dean was more of a 'take a swing and hope for the best than a hit the lore and come up with a plan' sort of guy.

As was she, but that wasn't the point here. 

Before Henri could say anything else, a faint metallic rattle reached her cold ears, causing her head to snap in the direction of the sound as her eyes squinted into the darkness. She couldn't see much, couldn't make out anything but rows of cars and old pieces of machinery that lay scattered around the place.

But the hairs on her arms had stood up and she was overcome with a feeling that she wasn't alone anymore.

"Henri?"

"Sh." Henri shushed her brother, ignoring the faint grumbles he let out over being told to keep quiet. She pushed off the car, stepping forward lightly enough that the gravel barely crunched under her feet. "I think someone's here."

"In your apartment?" Dean asked, his voice low as he no doubt exchanged worried glances with Sam, who was surprisingly quiet during all this.

It's not that Dean lacked faith in his sister's abilities to protect herself as she was the best of the best when it came to that. It was more the big brother in him that couldn't help but worry, especially given that she was a little rusty in that department. Or so he thought.

"No." Henri whispered, shaking her head as she slowly crouched down to pick up her crowbar as it was the only weapon she had on her. Why did she have to leave her gun in the car? "I'm at an old scrapyard... I come here sometimes to let my anger out."

"Been there." Dean mumbled, his raised eyebrows readable through the phone.

Neither of them could say another word to each other before a figure walked slowly out from within the shadows, his face familiar to her. And the closer he stalked towards, the on edge, Henri, allowing the light of the moon to cast over him, the more she came to realise that he was no FBI agent.

"You." Henri exhaled, her fingers tightening around the metal in her hand as the so-called agent Valente came to a stop about fifteen feet away from her. "You're not an FBI agent are you?"

"Not exactly." Valente shrugged, his voice as irritating as it had been yesterday when he was half assedly interrogating her. "But then again, you should know given your history of pretending to be one."

"Henri? What's going on? Who is that?" Dean's raised voice echoed through the phone that had fallen a little from Henri's ear, suspended near her chest where her hand hovered.

"Is that Dean?" Valente took a step forward, causing Henri to retreat back a little. "Ask him if he likes what we've done with him and Sam, would you?."

"We?" Henri questioned, her voice a little breathy as she was starting to realise she might be out of her depths here. "You're one of them, aren't you? A Leviathan?"

"Crap." Dean mumbled through the phone, followed swiftly behind by a light thud that had Henri assume he'd hit the steering wheel.

"Yep." Valente grinned, in a way that unsettled Henri more than anything ever had. Including Hadley who was still at the top of her suspects list. "I'm one of them."

"Why are you here?" Henri asked, backing up a little more when he shuffled closer to her, all but licking his lips. "I haven't done anything."

"Well you lied, for starters." Valente replied, gesturing with his hands as he spoke. "You knew your brothers were alive, much like yourself. You have talked to them recently and Dean was at that little firehouse of yours... Which begs the question, why are you protecting them?"

"Why am I protecting them?" Henri repeated, scoffing around a chuckle of disbelief. "Because they're my family, that's why."

"Family who didn't even tell you about us? Didn't tell you that your beloved little angel had died releasing us? Did they even tell you they tried to bind Death? To force him to kill Castiel?"

"What?" Henri swallowed, her eyes narrowing.

"Ah, they didn't." Valente said with a click of his tongue, pressing his lips together as he began to pace up and down. " And I bet they didn't want you finding out about that little detail either." He added, raising his voice before continuing. "Did you Dean?"

Henri glanced down at her phone, her brother quiet on the other end which only answered that question for her. They tried to kill Castiel? They bound Death, the horseman, the very being who almost wiped out the city she currently lived in and they were going to make him kill Castiel? Their best friend? Their family? Surely that wasn't her brothers he was talking about.

"Dean, is that..." Henri hesitated, her eyes closing briefly as she shook her head, unsure whether she wanted to know the truth. "Is that true? Did you try to kill Cas?"

"We had no choice, okay? The guy was killing people, he was..." Dean sighed, his voice softer than before and riddled with regret. "He was out of control, Henri."

"Let me guess... Another lie?" Valente chuckled, thoroughly enjoying this and part of him was wishing he could hear what Dean was spouting. "Let me tell you something, princess... I was there. We all were. All of us Leviathans were nestled inside camp Cas and we heard him. We heard your brother..." He pointed, shaking his hand a little as his lips pressed tightly together. "We heard him order that horseman to kill the angel... And might I add... He didn't seem overly distraught over it either."

"Don't listen to him, Henri. He's lying." Dean spoke up, trying to get through to Henri, whose mind was currently racing with about a million different thoughts.

"About what part, Dean?" Henri whispered, putting the phone on speaker and setting it aside as she began to pace a little herself. "About you ordering Death to kill Cas, or about how you didn't seem to care that you were killing your best friend?"

"Of course I cared." Dean defended, his voice a little deeper now that he was growing offended. "I wanted nothing more than to have our Cas back, Henri, you know that... But we didn't have a choice. He was off the rails. Full of souls and it was only a matter of time before he killed us all."

"More lies... How on brand for you, Dean." Valente muttered, adding fuel to the fire that was igniting around him.

"You shut your mouth." Dean hissed, the squeaking of leather indicating his grip had tightened on the steering wheel and Henri wouldn't be at all surprised if he ripped it from the dashboard.

Valente chuckled, shaking his head as that unsettling grin widened on his face again. His eyes were all but blown wide with hunger, staring intently at Henri who was currently white knuckling her crowbar and wishing it was something a little more sharp. He edged his way towards her, sniffing deeply as he licked at his lips.

"You smell good." He inhaled, leaning his head back and allowing his lungs to fill with her scent, throwing Henri into a state of déjà vu only this time she didn't know how to stop what was smelling her. "I'm gonna enjoy picking you out of my teeth."

"I swear to God, if you hurt her..." Dean gritted, making Valente laugh in a way that had Henri's skin crawl.

"You'll do what, Dean? Kill me?" Nothing but silence on the other end answered that question. "That's right, you can't... Because we can't be killed. It's what makes us better than any demon, angel or weak little human on this pathetic planet."

"If our planet is so pathetic, why don't you get off it then?" Henri asked, pulling Valente's intense gaze back onto her which only had her regret talking as she could have simply ran off and left him there to talk to Dean.

"Because the boss sees something in it." He replied plainly, undoing the top button of his shirt after he'd loosened his tie. Seems as though he was a little fed up with whoever his boss was, so maybe Henri could convince him not to eat her. "I don't know what but I just go where I'm told... Do what I'm told... Eat who I'm told."

Okay, maybe not then.

"Oh, buddy." Henri chuckled, shaking her head as she shuffled back across the gravel. "You don't wanna eat me, I'll only give you heartburn."

"Listen to me, you goo-filled freak..." Dean spat, earning the Leviathan's attention once again. "You so much as touch a hair on her head and I will hunt your ass down and so help me God, you're gonna wish you could die cause the things I'll do to you..."

"The things you'll do to me?" Valente scoffed. "Please Dean, whatever you do to me will be nothing compared to what I do to your delicious looking sister." He turned his head, fixating back on Henri who couldn't help but swallow thickly.

She had no idea how she was going to get out of this one, or even if she was. But she'd be damned if she didn't give it her all as she was not going to allow herself to be eaten by a men in black reject.

"You know, I like my meat a little more... tender." Valente hissed, rolling up his sleeves as he continued to edge his way closer to her. "So I think I'll have to throw her around a little... Soften her up before I taste her."

Henri simply swung her crowbar, attempting to do a little damage as she wasn't exactly going to sit back and offer herself up to this thing. Only, before the metal could collide with the side of Valente's head he caught it, tightening his grip and with one sharp tug, he pulled it from Henri's grasp, leaning her completely defenceless.

"I'm disappointed in you, Henri." He tossed the crowbar aside, a loud bang rippling through the air as he backed Henri into a corner. With nowhere to go other than up a pile of dirty, old cars. "Really, I am... You see, you're nothing like the stories they tell of you."

"They? Who's they?" Henri asked, in attempts to get him talking so she could figure out a plan.

"Well the monsters of course... The ones you've personally sent to Purgatory... The ones who would give anything to feel your blood drip down their chin as they sink their teeth into you."

"Oh, lovely." Henri muttered sarcastically at that vivid imagery.

Should she be flattered that monsters told stories about her in their afterlife or should she be worried? Who knows?

And it didn't really matter anyway, as she didn't get much time to think about it before she found herself being thrown across the scrapyard. Her body collided hard with an old van, pain shooting up her back and all the way to her head which had her vision cloud over.

Groaning and gasping for air, she rolled onto her back, cursing to herself for ever leaving the confines of her apartment as maybe then things would have been easier. She was barely back on her feet when she was thrusted against the van again, her head throbbing as the warmth of blood trickled down her cold skin.

"Henri!"

Dean's worry-filled voice went unheard as Valente continued to use Henri as his own personal punching bag, really putting emphasis on 'softening her up' as she could barely breathe let alone stand up. Her knees gave out from under her after an eighth punch to the face, one side of it bloody and almost beyond recognition.

"Had enough yet?" Valente chuckled, finding amusement in both Henri's pain filled breaths and Dean's frantic calls for his sister over the phone.

"Fuck you." Henri spluttered out through the blood that had pooled in her mouth, dripping down over her chin and staining her once grey CFD t-shirt.

"No thanks... You're not my type." Valente punched her again, her body folding completely as her side collided with the stoney ground beneath her. He followed suit with a swift kick to the ribs, relishing in the groan that left Henri's lips as she curled up onto the ground. "There... I think you're tender enough for me to enjoy now... I always hate when my meat is too tough."

Like a mother who'd lifted a car off her baby, Henri gathered all the strength she possibly could and kicked out her foot, colliding hard with Valente's shins which had him stumble backwards a little. And thankfully he tripped, landing roughly on the hard ground that was currently covered in Henri's blood.

She forced herself to her feet, her arm wrapping around her torso as her eyes stung fiercely with tears. Every movement was excruciating for her but she wouldn't be dying today, not when she had things to live for.

People to live for. People who'd miss her. Mourn her. Grieve over her. Maybe at one time she'd have happily allowed herself to be eaten, but that wasn't who she was anymore. She was a hunter. A Winchester. A firefighter. And she would rather rot in Hell again than allow some creepy ass, ancient beast to take her away from those around her. Those who had lost enough for one lifetime.

Henri grabbed Valente by the front of his shirt, dragging him kicking and fighting towards a nearby car. She had no idea she had this much strength in her but she didn't care. Unkillable creature or not, this asshole wasn't leaving this scrapyard. At least, not in one piece.

The car door swung open with a creak, a loud thud following swiftly behind as Henri shoved the anger-filled Leviathan against the frame. She kicked him once, forcing his head back down and with every fibre of her being that was overcome with the will to survive she slammed that car door not once... Not twice... But six times until his body lay still and his decapitated head lay on the interior floor.

She slumped down beside him, black goo pouring from his body and seeping through her jeans, allowing her to feel the strange warmth of it against her skin. But she didn't care. She was far too sore to be bothered about what she was currently lying in. Or whether or not it was unsanitary and a possible infection risk.

"Henri?"

Dean's faded voice had Henri's head turn slowly, and painfully in the direction of her phone. She pushed herself to her feet, using the car for balance so that she didn't fall right back over again and end up knocking herself out. Steadily, she shuffled her way back to her previous spot, grabbing the phone before she slumped to the ground again.

"Dean." Henri croaked out, wiping at her blood stained lips and wincing a little as the entire left side of her face throbbed severely. It even hurt to breathe, let alone speak.

"Oh thank God." Dean whispered, a sigh of relief slipping through his lips. "Are you okay? What happened?"

"He beat the shit out of me, that's what happened." Henri gasped out, having tried to sit up but only added to her pain which had her slide back down the car again.

"Where is he?"

"In two pieces across from me."

"Two pieces? What'd you do, cut his head off?"

"More or less... I used a car door." Henri groaned out, hearing a proud laugh echo through the phone which had her lips twitch into as much of a smile as she could manage.

"That's my girl." Dean beamed, filling with pride as he always knew she had it in her.

"I don't know if he's dead dead or just incapacitated but hopefully it'll buy me enough time to get the hell out of here."

"Speaking of that, how do you plan to do that?" Dean asked curiously, the current pain filled noises coming from Henri making it clear that she probably wasn't able to walk out by herself.

"I got a guy I can call."

"Who? Moustache?"

"No." Henri shook her head, regretting it the second she did as it was like her brain had turned to mush and was sloshing around inside her skull. "But he is a co-worker... Former hunter. Won't ask too many questions."

"Alright well, you make sure you get checked out, okay? By a doctor." Dean said in his best big brother tone, which would have had Henri roll her eyes if it didn't hurt her to do so.

"When do we ever use doctors?" Henri muttered, using the mirror of the car to help pull her to her feet, leaning against it as her body trembled. Maybe she should see a doctor.

"Starting now." Dean replied bluntly. "We'll call you in a little while and check in... But hey before we go, about Cas..."

"It's okay, Dean." Henri whispered, doing her best to smile even though he couldn't see her. "I know you wouldn't have done what you did if you didn't have a choice... You don't have to explain yourself to me... Just focus on fixing this, please."

"Alright." Dean said softly, not attempting to say any more on the Castiel of it all when he knew it was pointless. "You be careful."

"Always am." Henri answered, hearing a slight scoff of disbelief coming from Dean before he reluctantly hung up.

The second the dial tone reached her ears, Henri slumped back down onto the ground, unable to help the gentle sob that escaped her lips as she did. She'd never once cried after having the holy hell kicked out of her, but tonight was a little different as for once, she actually thought she was going to die.

Any other time she would have been able to pray for help, or have Sam and Dean come to save her in the nick of time. But this time she had been truly alone. Sure she had prayed. For anyone she could think of alive or dead, but no one out there would have come for her, at least not in time. For the first time in her life she'd been scared. So scared in fact that her body still shook and it wasn't just from the pain.

She knew she needed to get out of here, and quickly. And after four phone calls to Mouch, the last of which he'd actually picked up and sleepily demanded an explanation for why she'd phone him at his hour, relief began to fill her aching body when she saw him actually running towards her.

Concern clouded his still tired face the closer he got to her, the light from above shining down on her battered and bruising one in a way that made his stomach churn. He slowed, coming to a complete stop and dropping to his knees in front of her.

"Henri... What happened?" Mouch asked concerned, his hand raising and his fingers lightly ghosting over the side of her face. "Who did this?"

"Not who." Henri mumbled, her own hand raising and instantly latching onto his arm. "But what." She cocked her head as much as she could in the direction behind him, watching as he glanced over his shoulder towards the headless body.

"Vampire?"

"No." Henri shook her head, her breath hitching in her throat as any slight movement of her body hurt more than she was used to. "It's called a Leviathan. It's like a shapeshifter only older... And it likes to eat people."

"A Leviathan?" Mouch turned back to her, his brow furrowing over his still tired eyes. "Never even heard of it."

"That's because they've been locked away in Purgatory since the dawn of time." Henri told him, tugging on his arm in clear indication she wanted to stand up.

Getting to his feet, Mouch helped Henri to hers, keep a hold of her as she steadied herself against the car as with the way she currently swayed, he wouldn't be surprised if she fell right back down again.

"I don't know much." Henri lied, not wanting to get into things with him right now. "But apparently they're unkillable so it's likely I've only incapacitated him which is why I need you to get the head and find something to put it in."

"I'm sorry, get the what now?"

"The head." Henri repeated exasperatedly. "Look, this isn't the time to be squeamish or to play around. These things are dangerous and if he fuses back together then we are both dead. So please, grab the head. Leave the body. And get me out of here."

"To a hospital, I hope." Mouch mumbled, heading carefully towards the body, afraid it might jump back to life and eat him. Apparently. He leaned through the window, surprised to see the head of the FBI agent who interviewed Henri yesterday lying behind the front seat.

"Is it moving?" She called towards him, her voice low as she was running out of adrenaline and energy.

"If it was, I wouldn't still be here."

"Fair enough." Henri grumbled, hearing the disgust leave Mouch's lips as he pulled the head out by the hair and carried it towards her, holding it at arms length and setting it atop the hood of the old Toyota she'd been beating.

"What are you doing here anyway?" He asked, beginning to search around for something to put said head into before it started talking to them.

"I couldn't sleep." Henri replied, taking a picture of the head to send to Dean to see if he might recognise the guy. "I come here sometimes to let my frustrations out."

"No surprise after seeing your brothers on the news yesterday." Mouch muttered under his breath, not quiet enough though as Henri heard him.

"That wasn't them." Henri told him, casting a glance over her shoulder and seeing that he'd found an old bag in one of the cars. "They're Leviathans."

"Well, that explains things then." Mouch shrugged, Henri's reaction to that news making sense now as nobody would watch their brothers commit mass murder on the news, then lie to the federal government and go back to sleep almost immediately afterwards.

Nobody normal anyway.

"Let's go..." Henri began, pushing herself off the car and draping her arm over Mouch's shoulder so he could help keep her on her feet. "I need a drink."

"You need a hospital."

"No." Henri said immediately, silence cascading over the soft crunches of the gravel beneath their feet. "No hospitals. Just take me home."

"If you say so." Mouch exhaled, knowing well that it was useless to fight against Henri when she'd made up her mind.

The two of them walked slowly out of the scrapyard, Valente's head dangling next to them in an old plastic bag, black goo dripping out of it and following them with every step. Pain filled steps for Henri, who was texting Crowley the address as what she'd left behind would need cleaned up before someone discovered it.

It wasn't long until she got a reply, a witty one. One that made her roll her eyes and want to stab that annoying little demon even more as that had hurt a lot given the beating she took.

Crowley: This isn't a clean up service. Do it yourself.

Henri: It's Leviathan related, Crowley. Can you just deal with it for me? Please?

Crowley: I suppose. Since you asked so nicely but you owe me.

Henri: I got you your throne. I think that earns me a lifetime of free favours, don't you?

Henri got nothing in response to her last message, which wasn't all that surprising as she knew how sensitive Crowley was these days. But she knew she was right. After what she did. After what she'd gone through. After what she'd given him, she didn't owe him anything. Which is why he did what she asked before she'd even left the yard.

"Okay, let's get you inside and get you cleaned up." Mouch said softly, the two of them having pulled up outside Henri's apartment building after a quiet drive there. He hopped quickly from the car, opening the door for her and helping her out. "You sure you don't want to go to the hospital? You could have a concussion."

"I'll be fine." Henri told him, flashing him a weak smile as they walked towards the entrance, where she passed her keys to Mouch as she didn't have the energy to raise her arm high enough to open the door.

A quick elevator ride and a short walk down the hallway, and Henri was soon slumping down onto the softness of her couch, feeling the relief wash over her aching body that she knew would be worse tomorrow. She kicked off her boots, answering Mouch's question about a first aid kit with a quiet mumble that sent him in the direction of the bathroom.

Soon enough Mouch was playing Florence Nightingale, cleaning Henri's wounds as carefully as he could as he didn't want her to accidentally shoot him or stab him as he had his suspicions she had weapons stashed near her. He peeled off her blood stained jacket, tossing it on the floor as she didn't strike him as the type of person who cared about cleanliness or tidiness.

"If you're uncomfortable with this I could call Dawson or Shay, have them come by and help you out." Mouch said, not wanting to overstep in terms of making sure she got herself fully cleaned up.

"No it's okay." Henri breathed out, offering him a reassuring smile. "Just... Help me with my t-shirt and I can do the rest myself... I can't really raise my arms over my head easily."

"Okay." Mouch nodded, following her instructions of where to find her some comfortable clothes before he came back into the living room, sweatpants and a hoodie in his hands.

With a little hesitance, Mouch pulled off Henri's t-shirt, making sure his eyes were elsewhere once it left her body and joined her jacket on the floor. He couldn't help it when his gaze shifted towards her, only it didn't land anywhere inappropriate. Instead it landed on the very red, very sore looking handprint on her arm.

With his head turning fully back towards her, Mouch's mouth gaped a little, his eyes widening as he couldn't seem to tear them away from the mark he'd never once seen anything like before. Henri was quick to cover up, even if it hurt her as she hated people having to see that disgusting thing as it only reminded her of what she'd been through.

"I'm sorry." Mouch shook his head, his face returning to as normal as he could manage given what he'd just seen. "I just... I've never seen anything like that in my life."

"I wouldn't have expected you to." Henri mumbled, unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them off her legs, which were a little blackened from the Leviathan blood, or whatever, but she didn't care about that right now. "It's from an angel."

"An angel? Like the one you told me about?"

"No." Henri shook her head, lifting her hips a little to pull her sweatpants on without having to stand up. "At least, I don't think so... I'm not sure which angel raised me from hell but whoever it was... They left that behind."

"I'm sorry, an angel raised you from Hell?"

"Apparently." Henri breathed out, reaching over to grab a pillow to place behind her.

"Why?"

"No idea." Henri shrugged, positioning herself comfortably as she knew she wouldn't be moving from this spot until tomorrow. "But I'm... I'm glad they did. It wasn't fun down there and even though I'm left with the memories of what Luc... Lucifer..." She forced out, feeling sick to her stomach over saying his name. "...did to me. It beats getting relentlessly tortured for years on end."

Henri never thought she'd feel glad to have been pulled from Hell given the reason she jumped in in the first place. But now that she'd settled into her new life. Now that she had Dean's approval. Had people like Mouch by her side. Otis... She was starting to feel a little more at peace and a lot less like she'd been when she said yes.

Or rather she would be in the morning when she'd gotten some sleep that was hopefully Lucifer free.

Mouch left sometime after he'd set a bottle of whiskey next to Henri, minus the glass as she didn't need one. He also left two ibuprofen with her too but he doubted they'd do anything for her, but she took them anyway. Mixing pills and alcohol, always a smart idea... Not.

But Henri had been beaten badly enough that she didn't overly care about what damage it would do to her liver. And it's not like it would matter either as after she'd fallen asleep, the half drunk whiskey bottle lying limp in her hand on the verge of falling to the floor, a draught swept through the air. A flap of wings briefly filling the silence that engulfed her, not even stirring her in her sleep as she was completely out cold.

The angel stood in the shadows, hidden by the darkness as he didn't nothing but stare towards her. He shouldn't be here, he knew that. But when he felt her pain... When he heard her prayer... Her longing for him even though, to her, he was dead, he couldn't find it in him to stay away.

"I heard your prayer, sweetheart." He whispered, appearing suddenly by the couch and crouching down in front of her, his heart breaking at the mess covering her face. "I'm here... I've always been here. And I always will."

Ghosting his fingers lightly across her face, they came to land on her forehead, where he pressed them lightly, but firmly enough to heal her. Her wounds disappeared instantaneously, allowing Henri peace to sleep which he could tell she needed as the darkness beneath her eyes was still present, clearly not caused by whoever threw her around.

His gaze on her lingered, part of him itching to wake her up and reveal himself but he couldn't. Not yet. He wasn't ready yet and Henri certainly wasn't either. He could sense she wasn't. That part of her was still angry at him and he couldn't fault her for that, but it was why he had to stay hidden. To focus on getting his revenge before he could come back to her and be the man she deserved.

"Wait for me, Henri." He whispered, lightly brushing her hair behind her ear as she stirred a little in her now pain free sleep. "I need you to wait for me, baby."

It was selfish, he knew that. But he loved her. And as far as he knew, she still loved him too.

Only, what he couldn't see. What he couldn't feel past the love he felt for her was that Henri's heart... Her broken, and slowly fixing, heart was becoming someone else's with each passing day.

Someone who hadn't hurt her the way he did. Someone who was there for her now. To comfort her. To take care of her. And by the time he revealed himself to her... He'd find that he'd made her wait just a little too long as by then Henri's heart would belong completely to Otis.

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whoever could henri's mystery angel be?🧐

and sorry for the complete lack of otis, he didn't fit into this chapter but he'll he back in the next one i promise!