Hey guys. I'm now officially addicted to Supernatural, so yea... I'm only up to Season 6 right now, so this is just going to be a sort of story that's not connected to ANY of the plots. This is set at the end of 4x12 OUaT-wise. This is the prologue, so enjoy!
Disclaimer; I don't own Once Upon a Time, or Supernatural!
Also, apologies for the lack of updates for pretty much all of my stories. I'm sort of writing the next chapter of Over The Years, but I'm really not feeling it, so this is coming into existence. Stick around and keep insisting that I write some more of your favourite stories, and I'll eventually get it done!
R&R my babies!
Sam and Dean Winchester were standing together, frowning down at a map, an open ancient book lying open beside it. The two looked completely and utterly baffled, gazes sliding from the book and back to the map. " Do you see it? " The tall male asked, and the shorter one shot a slow glare at his brother. " Do you think I would have seen it and not said something? " He grumbled, and they both turned back to the long sheet of thick paper, Sam pursing his lips. " Well, Bobby said it was near Boston, but I can't see the place anywhere. I mean, this is a detailed map, it should be here... " He trailed off, sighing heavily in exasperation.
" That's because it isn't on the map. " Came a gruff voice from beside them, and the brothers have a jolt of surprise as they whipped their heads around to the direction of the sound. Castiel stood there, in all his trench-coat glory, nodding to the map. " It isn't listed, and it never will. Storybrooke is kept quiet, and it actually is a miracle that you boys heard of the situation there. You can't get in there by driving, but I can send you in. " Dean frowned at the angel, shaking his head in confusion. " Wait, what? Why can't we drive in - Is there no road or something? What town has no road? "
" No, it does have a road, but it is protected with a curse. However, angels can avoid that curse - I'll send you in. " Castiel rumbled, and the Winchesters waited. " Well? " Sam mumbled in expectation after a minute of them all staring at each other. " There is something you need to know. " The dark-haired male said, as if he wasn't just standing silently for a good sixty seconds. " The people there are... Well, they're different. You boys have been through a lot, but this bunch are going to be new to you. They are from a different realm. "
" What, you mean like hell or heaven, or purgatory? " Dean asked him, sharing a glance with his giant of a brother, but the angel shook his head. " No, not like that. I believe you call them ' fairytales '. " He sighed, and Dean's gaze widened. " Okay, so you're telling me these guys are fairytale characters? " He asked him, Sam's jaw just hanging open, slack. " Exactly. Good luck. " Castiel raised his hands to their foreheads. " Hang on, we don't- " Dean's objections fell to deaf ears as their surroundings were morphed from forest to a town's road, with a tall clock-tower standing behind them.
" Great. Thanks Cas! " He roared up at the sky, shaking his fist.