A/N: Hey, guys! Back again with a new story! Hope you enjoy, and please remember to review! It helps so much.
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"Dean, come look at this." Sam Winchester turned his laptop to his older brother, Dean. As soon as the screen was in front of Dean, Sam began to read it aloud to him, noticing that he wasn't paying attention to him. "Says here, that a town by the name of Storybrooke, Maine has been seeing some 'strange' things lately."
Dean raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest as he displayed his disinterest, "Yeah, so?" He shook his head and continued piecing together the colt he held. Sam glanced over at Dean, eyeing the gun parts displayed on the table and sighed.
"Strange things such as people disappearing, a human heart being found by the local sheriff, in a box, oh…" Sam frowned, causing Dean to sigh as he placed the disassembled gun down on the table.
"What's wrong, Sammy?" He peered over at the article and skimmed it quickly. "Missing Mayor… Oh, that mayor is hot!" He sipped a beer and stood up. "Tomorrow, we'll go check it out." He winked and walked back to his bedroom, leaving Sam alone to finish reading the article.
Strange disturbances have been claimed to occur in Storybrooke, a small town that nobody seemed to have any knowledge of until now. Reporters claim that these strange happenings began happening last year-2012, when a woman disappeared and was found lying in the alleyway. The town's Mayor, Regina Mills claims that everything is alright and that they've got everything under control. However, it wasn't until this year-May 2013 that she went missing. Storybrooke's only Sheriff, Emma Swan, has conducted an investigation, but so far, barely any leads have been found as of yet.
"Emma, what if we can't find my mom?" Henry looked up at Emma and frowned. "I love her, I don't want to lose her." He followed his biological mother around the apartment, watching as she gathered her gun and car keys. She had to find Regina. Even if she was the evil queen, she was also Henry's mother. And despite what other's thought, Emma believed she really was trying to not use magic.
"Well, Henry, I'm not really sure. But I'll find her. I promise." She nodded and bent down to her son's level, cupped his cheek and pressed her lips to his forehead gently. "I'll be back soon. Don't worry." She holstered her gun and nodded as she walked out of the apartment, shutting the door behind her.
It had been days since anyone had seen Regina. And for the past few days, everything in the town of Storybrooke seemed to actually be quiet for once… Too quiet. That was how she knew something was going on with the mayor. She had even gone to her house, only to find her gone. It wasn't until yesterday, when they had found a lead in the investigation. Sardines. The smell had led her to know where Regina was being held. She closed her eyes, sucking in a deep breath. It wasn't until she had gotten in the yellow bug that she realized just how much she missed Regina. Missed Regina? She paused, her heart rate beginning to increase. Since when did she ever think about Regina in that way? What was going on?
As she turned down the street, a dark car pulled out in front of her. Cursing, she whipped her head to the side, glaring at the car that had passed her. Emma swallowed hard, her eyes catching sight of none other than Dean Winchester in the driver's seat. She took a double take and turned down the street that the '67 Chevy Impala had turned into. He had looked no different from what she remembered of him, except for the fact that he was definitely older. 15 years could really age a person. She followed them down the street, making it her duty as the sheriff to see why they were here. Of course, ever since the curse had been lifted, anyone could enter into Storybrooke.
Pushing her light blonde hair back, she parked the car a few yards away from the Impala, making sure the trees blocked the view.
"Sammy, are you sure this is the right town? Barely anyone's here. How could such a small town have reports of the supernatural?" He shook his head as he walked towards the back of the vehicle. He popped the trunk and opened it. "What exactly are we dealing with anyway?"
Emma moved closer, trying to see into the trunk. As if to answer her prayers, Dean produced a large wooden stake. He tossed it to his younger brother and nodded before shuffling through the contents of the trunk for a second time.
"Uh, I'm not sure… There's been a bunch of reports. I'm surprised it took us this long to find this place" He shrugged and studied the trunk as well. "I heard there was a werewolf problem here a while ago, but there's been no evidence that they're still here."
Emma felt herself release a soft breath as she thought of Ruby. Also known as Red Riding Hood, or the Werewolf of Storybrooke. She shuddered, picturing Ruby being hunted once again. She had already been through so much, all of them. There was Regina, well, everything that had happened with Cora, and then Snow, Emma's mother. She shook her head as she remembered the history of her real family. Everything seemed so ridiculous. Mr. Gold was Henry's grandfather, as was Charming. She shook her head, trying to clear the thoughts of it. She continued watching, crouching close by a tree stump. She froze as her foot slipped on a wet leaf and she slid slightly, a gasp leaving her mouth as she cried to stifle it.
It was too late though. Both Sam and Dean hadn't missed her little outburst. She felt a hand grab her wrist and she swallowed, trying to get a look at her attacker. Large hands gripped her tight from behind and she kicked and thrashed around until she was released.
"Emma?!" Dean looked down at her and his eyes widened.
Sam cleared his throat awkwardly as he looked from Dean to the blonde, realization dawning over him. "Uh, Dean… You know the Sheriff?"
Dean glared at Sam and muttered, "Shut up, Sam."
Emma smiled and shrugged, taking a step closer to Dean. "Dean, Hi, It's been, what, fifteen years at least?" A ghost of a smile brushed her lips and she nodded, looking down at the wooden stake in his hand. "Um, so… What brings you two here?"
She raised an eyebrow at the silence shared between the taller brother and Dean. "Actually, um, Ems, we were here… to investigate."
She nodded, not quite believing him as she eyed the two of them. They definitely had height on their side, even if she were wearing her heeled boots. "Mhmm… Investigate what, exactly? Dean, who called you here?"
"Oh, Ems, Haven't you heard? FBI was called in."
He handed out his fake badge to her and shrugged. She snorted as she looked at them. "Oh, yeah. You're definitely FBI, Dean. Now, tell me why you're really here. I'm the only Sheriff in this town, and I did not make any calls to the "FBI", so spill."
"Alright, alright. Emma, this is my brother, Sam. He was only in middle school when we were in high school. I-we hunt downworlders. Meaning demons, vampires, werewolves-"
"-ghosts, wendigos, and shape shifters, and-"
"Okay, Sam, she gets the picture." Dean scrubbed his hand down his face and looked down at Emma, "Yes, basically the supernatural… Our grandparents did it, our mother, our dad did it, and we do it." He shrugged, watching as the shock melted from her face and changed into a blank expression as she began to process everything.
"So there are more of you… You guys are… like heroes in a way?" She cocked her head and glanced from Dean to Sam, and then back to Dean. "Alright then, why don't you both come with me to the department…? I'll explain a few things. I think you two should know something special about this town…" She nodded and led them back to their own car as she turned back to her bug.
A few hours later, after Emma had explained to the two siblings that the town was literally from a storybook, hence the name 'Storybrooke', she gave them a room at the small motel down the street.
Sam sighed and tilted his head at Dean as he sprawled out on one of the beds. "So, how'd you know Emma? We've never been to Maine."
Dean sighed and flipped onto his back, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. "We dated in high school for a bit." He shrugged and released a sigh.
"Oh…" After a few moments of silence, Dean walked over to his bed across the room and shrugged, "Why didn't you remember her name when I read the news article?"
Dean rolled his eyes and shrugged, "I don't know, Sammy. We moved around a lot, I had a new girlfriend each week. How could I remember?"
As if accepting this as an answer, Sam nodded and lay down in his own bed with a huff. "Good night, Dean."
"Night, Sammy. Tomorrow we'll talk to Emma and the other town's folk."
A/N: I hope y'all liked this first chapter. I'm kind of in a rush at the moment, so I'll start working on chapter two soon if I get enough reviews. Thanks, and please do remember to leave your thoughts/ideas for next chapters!
-Em.
