Thank you all so so much for your constant support and...just so much interest in this fic. Both of us have a tonne of plans for this and we want to make sure to get everything in order before we rush into anything. We had to set timelines and make sure plots don't clash or don't add up. There's always a challenge when it comes to writing crossovers. But if you guys stick with us, we will do our best to deliver and not disappoint.

-The Corsair's Quill and OrielSPNforever

And now without further ado.

Previously:

"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.

Chapter 2

Emma pulled back, her grin wide and her eyes shining with barely concealed surprise - and if she was being honest, joy. "Oh, God," she actually grinned, her hands squeezing his arm, his grin mirroring hers.

"I can't believe you're here!" she exclaimed.

"Wait," Sam interrupted, bringing the two out of the bubble they seemed to be wrapped in. "You two know each other?" he asked, eyebrow raised and arms crossed in a characteristically Sam manner.

Dean's eyes met Emma's, before it shifted briefly to the rigid man in leather behind her, before he nodded, "Yeah. We-we do. We met a few years back."

Emma nodded, startling slightly when Killian moved forward his arm brushing hers. When she met his questioning gaze, she simply shook her head, and turned back to the men in front of her.

"Umm, Sam, this is Emma Swan. Emma," he hesitated, clearing his throat. "This is my brother. Sam."

Her eyes widened in realisation, a conversation from five years ago at a doorstep slipping to the forefront of her memory.

"So, you're the elusive brother Dean didn't want to talk about?" she asked eyebrow raised.

Sam turned to face his brother, confused. "Ye-yeah. Listen, Emma, I-,"

"Swan, can I have a word?" Killian asked, not to subtly cutting Dean off.

Emma faced him so fast she almost gave him whiplash, her lips pressed thin, but she nodded. "We'll be back." She exchanged a quick glance with Dean, who simply nodded at her.

When they reached the locker rooms, she crossed her arms, turning to her boyfriend with a glare. "Did you have to do that?" she asked angrily.

He looked affronted, his own stance becoming defensive. "Forgive me, darling. But I'd rather know what the situation is before I'm asked to be a part of it," he spat back.

"What situation? There is no situation!"

"Who is that man out there? And how do you know him?"

She glared at his accusing tone, "His name's Dean Winchester. He-he's a friend of mine. He works for the FBI."

It took him a moment before he remembered what the FBI was, (Emma made him watch all the seasons of Castle with him in one week.) making him even more confused.

"So, is he from your past?"

Emma hesitated, biting her lip before she answered, "Yes, he is."

He looked as if he wanted to ask more, but she jumped in before he could. "Killian," she sighed, sidling up to him, her hands on his chest. "You don't have anything to worry about," she reassured him, smiling slightly.

When he struggled to believe her, she leaned up, pressing her lips to his, her hands slipping across his shoulder and toying with the hair at the nape of his neck. Their small but passionate exchange seemed to placate him.

"I love you, you know?" she murmured against his lips, eyes still closed.

"Aye, love. I love you too. I'm sorry for doubting you," he smiled, all teeth and dimples, making Emma feel the pang in her chest.

As she turned away from him, her smile fell off her face, guilt eating her up.

-/-

Sam continued to stare at Dean after the blonde and who seemed to be her boyfriend left the room. It went on for a good few seconds before he sighed, making Dean face him.

"Dean, who is she?"

"I-We spent some time together, a few years ago. I was working a case and so was she, and we-we crossed paths."

"So, she's a hunter too?" he asked, surprised evident in his voice.

"Not...exactly."

-/-

Five Years Ago

Emma smoothed down her figure-hugging blue dress, her eyes scanning the room for the perp and...Bingo! There he was, at the far end of the room, tugging on his cuffs as he leaned back in his chair.

She huffed, moving towards the table. "Rick?" she asked, pretending she didn't know if it were him.

The man looked up at her with a wolfish smile on his face, his eyes raking up and down her body lecherously, making her want to shudder. She pushed the reflex away, nodding when he asked, "Emma Swan, I presume?" his accent thick.

She smiled through her teeth, taking a seat opposite him.

-/-

"So, Miss. Swan, this was a lovely date," he licked his lips. "But I'm afraid I've taken too much of your time. I should take my leave," he said, standing up.

"Or, we could continue somewhere else?" she added suggestively, looking up at his from under her lashes. She saw as his pupils dilated, a hunger taking over. Hook, line and sinker, she grinned to herself.

"Well, it is getting dark outside," he commented, helping her into her coat. "How about I take you home?" he suggested.

She shrugged, leading him out and he followed her like a dog chasing a bone. She grinned back at him, leading him to the back alley, quickly pulling her handcuffs from her purse, pushing him against the wall, making him grunt.

"How about no?" she shot back, pinning his hands behind her back.

"Miss. Swan, you've made a great error," he muttered, the moon coming out from behind the clouds. "You should've done your homework," was all he said, before he pushed her off with surprising strength, making her stumble in her high heels and fall, hitting her head on the curb.

The moment before she passed out, she could have sworn his eyes turned gold, and then...nothing.

Present Day

"What do you mean, 'not exactly'?" Sam asked, scoffing. "If she's not a hunter how does she know you so well?"

"We met when she was a bails bond person, Sam. Will you let it drop?" Dean snapped, starting to pace.

Sam noticed how on edge he seemed ever since he laid eyes on Emma Swan. "Jeez, fine," he replied, holding his hand up in surrender, his brows furrowed in worry.

Just then the Sheriff and the other man emerged. She cleared her voice, alerting the boys to their presence.

"I-This is Killian Jones," she said, looking back at the man standing behind her. "He's um, he's my-"

"Boyfriend?" Dean offered, eyebrow raised.

"Yes," she replied, almost snipping. "So, what's the FBI doing in Storybrooke?"

Sam and Dean exchanged a glance before Dean replied, "We're looking for a missing person. Reported last around this area," he said, pulling a photograph from his folder.

"Know him?" he asked, showing them the photo.

He thought he saw something shift in Emma's eyes when she saw the photo, but she shook her head, "Nope. Never seen him around here," she answered. "But you could ask around town. Maybe someone might know him," she added, leaning casually against her desk.

Dead started at her, their eyes almost challenging each other, "You-you sure? You haven't seen him anywhere?"

Emma shrugged casually, "No. There aren't a lot of people in this town. Now, if you will excuse me officer, I have work to do," she smiled tightly at him.

If he was taken aback by her dismissal, he didn't show it. He clenched his jaw, both of them having a silent conversation, the other two in the room feeling as if they were intruding on something private. "Alright then," he gruffed. "I'll see you around, sheriff," he sneered, walking out of the station in a huff. Sam started between the two, smiling apologetically at Emma, who returned the smile, before he followed after his brother.

"Dean!" he called, making him stop in his tracks. "What the hell was that?!" he demanded, pulling him by his shoulder to face him.

"She's lying, Sammy," he growled.

"Yeah, I got that. Why does that have you so worked up?" he asked, his brows furrowed. "If she's just some woman you used to know, why is it bothering you so much?!"

"Because she is not just some woman," he spat out, walking away, leaving Sam stunned.


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