Chapter One

The day we got back, I was so relieved. Actual running showers, and we didn't have to kill for what we ate. I sat in my apartment living room, looking over some things. Henry walked in, and sat down beside me. He was eating a slice of pizza I had made earlier.

"So, you were hungry?" I asked.

He nodded, still chewing. Just then my cell rang, and I went to answer it. "Hello," I replied.

"Emma, it's me." The alto voice replied.

"Me who?" I asked.

"It's me, Dean," He replied.

My heart stopped, and I went to my room. "I thought you decided you couldn't have a relationship anymore." I replied, remembering the night. I heard him sigh, he must've been on the road for weeks. "I'm sorry, Emma, I…you don't understand how hard for me to say those things, I don't know why I said them." He replied.

"I know why." I replied.

"Why?" Dean asked.

"Because you think you're too busy, and don't have time for me, well, what makes you think I have time for you!" I spat.

"Whoa, what brought that on?" Dean asked.

"What brought this on?" I asked, surprised he didn't get it. "What brought this on, Dean, is that for the past five years, you didn't act is I ever existed." I replied. "Because I've been busy, you know what kind a life I lead," He fought.

"I don't care about what kind of life you lead." I spat. "You were the one,"

I took a break from my speech. "Or at least I thought you did." I whispered. "Emma," Dean replied. "No, Dean, I don't want to see you. Please do not look for me." I replied, placing the phone firmly on the hook. I sighed, a heavy relief. I then left my room to go back to hanging out with my son.

"Mom, can you play Mario Karts with me?" He asked. I nodded, putting on a brave face for my son. He had finished eating his pizza and was playing on the wii now. I sat down next to him, and took a remote. I began wondering what it would be like, if I still were with Dean Winchester.

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Mary Margaret and David had come home late last night, and tip-toed to their room. I saw them, from behind a cracked door. I couldn't go to sleep. I couldn't simply wrap my head around the fact that Dean had called me. I sat on my bed, rocking myself back and forth.

Did he need my help?

But, that wasn't possible. Dean could take care of himself. He always has. I went into the kitchen, and took out a container of ice cream. "Mom?" Henry's voice made me jump. "Henry, what are you doing up so late?" I asked.

"The light woke me up." He responded.

"Oh, well, you want some, kid?" I asked, offering the container to him. He smiled, and jumped up on one of the stools. "Do you want to share the container with me, or do you want a bowl?" I asked

"Container," Henry replied, with a smile. I gave him a spoon, and took my own spoon and scooped up some.

"So, why are you up?" Henry asked.

"Thinking." I said. "About what?" Henry pushed on.

"Nothing that you need to know, Henry." I replied. "Eat the ice cream."

He smiled and ate it. I smiled, and one question still pondered me: What if the Winchesters came to Storybrooke?