This is for a very close friend of mine (AND a fellow fangirl!) It's her birthday and we've been in talks about a crossover for a couple of weeks now. I thought this would be the perfect gift! Happy Birthday, OrielSPNforever Be sure to check out her SPN fics!

It was nearing mid-afternoon when a sleek, black Impala rolled into Storybrooke, stopping right outside Granny's grabbing the attention of the towns' people, it's mayor in particular who was strolling along with her son.

She narrowed her eyes as she watched two men, one particularly tall with longish hair and the other rugged looking step out of the car, talking to each other in hushed voices before they went inside Granny's.

They were outsiders. And they were in Storybrooke. Mary Margret knew only too well what happened the last time outsiders came here. She hurried to get her phone out of her bag, calling her daughter.

-/-

"Where the hell did you hear about this dead end town, Sammy?" Dean gruffed, taking a seat at a booth and flagging down the brunette waitress who looked almost startled to see them before she schooled her features and headed over to get their orders.

"One of Bobby's old pals had called, wanting me to check up on his nephew, some dude called Greg Mendell. Apparently the last he heard, he was headed towards this town, chasing some evidence about his father's murders. He hasn't heard from him since a bit more than a year ago," Sam replied, after the waitress, who'd introduced herself as Ruby, left.

"A year? Why'd he wait so long?" Dean asked, eyebrow raised.

"He'd assumed that he would get back to him at some point of time. I guess he got tired of waiting," Sam shrugged, nodding with a smile as Ruby set down their food and left.

Dean wordlessly dug into his food, groaning after taking the first bite of his burger, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. "Oh my God," he mumbled, chewing his food. " This is the best burger I've ever had. I take back what I said about this town being dead end," he moaned.

Sam scrunched up his face in disgust, wishing that for once, his brother wouldn't eat as if he'd been a starved man. He picked at his own burger, trying to get more info on the town. But it seemed as if it was non-existent, nothing about the town or its inhabitants available.

After cleaning off their food (and a doggy bag with pie, for Dean, of course) they decided to head off to see the town Sheriff.

"What else did this guy tell you?" Dean asked, getting into the car.

"Not much. Just that he needs help to find his nephew. Apparently Bobby owed him one. His name's Greg Mendell. He worked for this really shady dude, going around on 'witch hunts' or something. He never talked to his uncle about it, kept mostly to himself. He didn't share what or who he was working for. But he did mention having a girlfriend," Sam replied, going through what little information he had.

"Alright, so," Dean scratched his eyebrow, turning towards his brother. "Maybe his girlfriend worked with him too? Or at least accompanied him. We should ask around about him."

"Yeah. Sheriff's station first?" he asked, head tilted already knowing the answer.

-/-

"Greetings, Swan," Killian called out, entering the station with a flourish, grinned widely. Emma smiled, turning to face her boyfriend, her hands grabbing the takeout bag from his hand, leaning up for a kiss.

"Hi," she whispered, pulling back slightly, hands still gripping his lapels.

"If this was the welcome I get for getting you lunch, I should do it more often," he teased, lips trailing down her neck, his scruff scratching her and making her bite her lip, hands racking through his hair.

"You should be glad my dad's not here right now," she said, letting him lift her onto her desk.

"Really, Swan. Let's not talk about your father," he breathes, his lips at her ear, voice warm and husky, sending shivers down her spine. "when we are in the middle of more...enjoyable activities," he waggled his eyebrows, making her roll her eyes, pulling him down for a kiss, all tongue and teeth.

His hand slid up her back, reaching the hem of her shirt, pulling on it suggestively. Emma pulled back, grinning wickedly, reaching for the hem and as luck would have it, her phone rang.

He groaned, dropping his head to her shoulder. He pulled her closer, lips pressed enticingly to her collarbone. "C'mon, love. Let it ring. Just this once," he almost begged.

She pulled back, smiling apologetically at him, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. "I'm sorry. It's-It's my mom. It could be important."

"Hey, mom...Yeah, everything is fine here. Why?" she exchanged a glance with Killian, who raised an eyebrow in question.

"What kind of stranger?" she asked, making Killian quickly alert, coming to stand behind her.

She hummed, her eyebrows furrowing together. "I can't just go up to them and ask them why they're here, mom. It will only attract more attention to the town...no, no," she added frantically, running her hand through her hair. "No. It may just prove redundant to call a town meeting without anything happening. Let's not jump to conclusions."

She started pacing, Mary Margret's voice muffled over the phone. Killian could see the distress lines appearing already on her forehead, hating that she couldn't find a moment's peace. She sighed, cutting the call.

"Looks like we've got company," she pursed her lips, leaning against her desk.

"It's probably nothing to fret about, darling," he smiled, squeezing her hand. She smiled back, albeit a bit weakly. "Yeah," she trailed off.

She straightened up when she heard voices from the front. Turning to face Killian, "I think you should lose the hook," she said, her face grim. "At least for some time."

He started at her, his eyes reading her like an open book, knowing she hated to ask him to do this. He nodded, smiling at her, disappearing into the back room, where he kept his gloved hand.

She blew out a deep breath, going to meet the newcomers.

-/-

"What did you say the Sheriff's name was?" Dean asked, pulling the door open.

"Umm, Swan."

"Swan?" he stopped, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Yeah," Sam answered, his own expression turning curious at the look in his brother's eyes. "Why?"

Dean shook himself of our his stupor. "Nothing. Just-just reminded me of someone from my past," he smiled tightly.

They'd just entered the main office when they heard a sharp intake of breath, making both their heads turn toward the blonde.

"D-Dean?" she gasped, her emerald eyes wide and mouth agape.

Dean's expression morphed into one of obvious surprise- and joy. "Em-Emma!" he exclaimed, his shock clear in his voice.

Before Sam could say another word, Emma had rushed forward, Dean's arms wrapping around her in a familiar embrace.

Sam looked on, his eyebrows raised, turning to face a man dressed in leather, eyeing the two with the same confusion he felt.

R&R my lovelies.
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