A/N: So this is my first EVER fanfic. So if it's a load of crap, please tell me. And if it's a little OOC, I still don't give a damn.

Set after Episode 19 of Season two of OUAT. Dean and Sam hear about a strange town in Maine. There are no records except of a little boy who said his father went missing there...

Chapter 1

A sleepy little town

Dean was sitting in the Impala, eating a slice of pie. Sam was inside the restaurant, asking for directions. Jesus christ, Dean thought. How long does it take to ask for directions? We just need to get to New York. And then another idea came to him right as Sam walked out. "Who were you flirting with? Was she hot?" He asked his younger brother, smiling. "Shut up," Sam said. The came a mumbled, "Jerk."
"Bitch," Was all Dean said back. "So, do you have anything?" Sam shook his head.

"Did you check the website?" Again, Sam shook his head.

"God, Sammy. Are you finally thinking with your downstairs brain? Because this is not the time." Dean snapped.

"It's not that, it's just-" Sam sighed. "What?" Dean asked, growing increasingly impatient with his sibling. "It's been three weeks since we've been on a hunt, and we've found nothing. Maybe we should just take a break and let something find us."

Meanwhile, Dean had opened their father's journal, bookmarked it, and closed it. Then he pulled out his laptop and had gone to the Supernatural website. "Looks like we just did," He said. "Hey Sammy, you ever heard of a Storybrooke, Maine?"

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It was dark out. All Emma could see was the dark outline of a car. And a large sign, that read, Welcome to Storybrooke. That wasn't good. She moved closer. Was that...a Chevy Impala? It was a damn nice car, that's for sure. Upon closer inspection, she saw two men sitting in the car. The one in the passenger seat had a little less than shoulder length brown hair, and was very tall. His head was bent forward in sleep. The other one, in the drivers seat, had short-cropped, sandy blond hair. Light brown freckles dotted his nose and cheeks. Opposite to the other man, his head was bent back. A closed laptop was sitting next to him. He held a notebook in his hand.

It was big, with large bits of paper sticking out from either side. And in the dead center of the right page were two words scrawled and circled in red marker. Storybrooke, Maine.
Oh shit, Emma thought, before the blond man's eyes snapped open. He seemed to be looking directly at her, and his eyes glowed in the dim moonlight. They were a light green, like clear grass. He looked as if he were about to say something, and then everything faded to black.

Emma woke up, hot and sweaty. She never had dreams. Ever.

"What the hell?" She said out loud, pulling a loose strand of hair out of her mouth. As her mind cleared, the first thing that popped into her head was, "Tamara." Emma's eyes widened.
And then she started thinking about the blond man and his partner. Had he really seen me? Emma thought, It could be possible. The 'Welcome to Storybrooke' sign should've had subtext that said, 'You're about to get screwed. We hope your stay is magical!' That would have helped Emma believe Henry a lot earlier.

Emma Swan was really starting to hate magic.

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"No. Why do you ask?" Sam looked at his brother, wondering why the hell they were going to a little town in Maine that wasn't even on the map. "It's in Dad's journal. And someone on the website put on a private chat. It said, 'Go to Storybrooke, Maine.' And that was it." Dean replied. "What does it say in the journal?" Sam asked, reaching for the clunky bundle of paper. "Nothing," Dean scratched his chin. "That's the thing. There's nothing on it." Sam flipped through the pages until he found the right one. It was in the center of the notebook, scrawled in messy red letters.

"Sam, you need to take a look at this." Dean nudged his brother in the shoulder, pulling up a webpage. "I searched Storybrooke, and this came up. In 1983, some kid named Owen said he and his dad had gone hiking in the woods, and the next day, Storybrooke had appeared. He was staying in town for a couple days, and when he left his father was chased down by the mayor and sheriff for DUI. He never saw his dad again. But he said he was taken by an evil witch. When the authorities came, they took Owen for therapy, and searched the surrounding area. Eventually, some group took the poor kid for 'help.'" Dean air quoted the last word.

Sam raised his eyebrows. "That seems up our alley, right?" Dean nodded.

"So we just find this Owen guy, and ask him about Storybrooke and where it is. Right?"

"That's the thing Sammy," Dean scratched his chin. "When the cops came to find Owen's dad..."

"Yeah?"

"Sammy, there is no Stoorybrooke."

"Damn," was all Sam said.

I know the chapter was short. But this is my first FF ever, so I can only get better right? Please Review, or don't. But if you don't review, think of all the stories you'll be killing. No reviews, no updates. (OMG, I'm such a liar. ;P)