The car is silent as Dean drives towards Storybrooke.
"I'm hungry." Henry pipes up from the backseat. "Can we stop somewhere?"
Emma shakes her head. She knows that if they stop for food, Dean will also 'suddenly' become hungry. "This is not a road trip. We're not stopping for snacks."
"Why not?" Henry asks.
Emma sighs. "Quit complaining, kid. Remember – I could have put your butt on a bus. I still could."
Hurt, Henry ducks his head. "You know I have a name? It's Henry."
Dean can sense the tension rolling off of Emma. It hurts him to know the emotions she must be struggling with. When Sam died, the last time, any mention of him hurt. But for Emma, being with the person she lost, and to soon have to say goodbye all over again, must have been one of the hardest things. Dean glances in the rearview mirror and notices Henry reading the book he had with him in the apartment.
"What's that?" Dean asks.
"I'm not sure you're ready." Henry answers as he flips through the pages.
"We're not ready for some fairy tales?" Emma replies.
"Oh these are not fairy tales." Henry declares. "They're true. Every story in this book actually happened." There is a pause as Emma and Dean absorb the information. "Use your superpower. See if I'm lying."
"Just because you believe something, doesn't make it true." Emma says.
"That's exactly what makes it true." Henry insists. "You should know more than anyone. Because you're in this book."
"Oh, kid. You've got problems" Dean says.
Henry nods, full of such confidence that only a child could posses. "Yep. And you're going to fix them."
"Really?" Dean questions. "Look kid, your mom isn't from some fairytale book. Fairytales aren't real. I know. Now please, how do we get you home?"
"Turn here." Henry gestures to the right. "Storybrooke is 5 miles up the road."
Sure enough 5 miles later the Impala reaches Storybrooke and drives into town.
"Okay, kid. How about an address?" Emma asks.
"Forty-four Not Telling You street." Henry answers.
Dean stops the car in the middle of the road and everyone piles out of the car. "Look, it's been a long night and it's almost… 8:15?"
"That clock hasn't moved my whole life. Time's frozen here." Henry states.
"Excuse me?" Emma questioned.
"The Evil Queen did it with her curse." Henry insists. "She sent everyone from the Enchanted Forest here, and now they're trapped. And they can't leave. If they try, bad things happen."
Just then a man walks past them down the road and calls out to Henry. "Henry! What are you doing here? Is everything alright?"
"I'm fine, Archie." Henry says.
"Who's this?" Archie asks as he and his dog stop to converse with Dean and Emma.
"Just two fellas trying trying to give him a ride home." Dean replies.
"She's my mom, Archie." Henry interjects.
Archie was clearly taken aback. As Henry's therapist he knew of his unhappiness, but he never thought that Henry would outright go and find his birth mother. "Oh. I see." Archie replies.
"Do you know where he lives?" Emma asks. It has been such a long night and she really needs to be alone. Or alone with Dean. The emotions running rampant in her system right now aren't letting her think straight and the whole situation is starting to really get to her.
"Yeah, sure. Just, ah, right up on Mifflin street. The Mayor's house is the biggest one on the block."
"You're the Mayor's kid?" Dean questions. A sense of caution and uneasiness rolls over him like fog. Authority has always equalled danger and right now all of Dean's instincts were screaming. Being the mayor's kid could lead to a lot of unwanted questions, for both Emma and him.
"Uh, maybe." Henry replies.
"Oookay. Well, I really should be getting him home." Emma says, as she begins to get back in the car.
"Yeah, sure." Archie says as he turns to keep walking. "Well, listen. Um. Have a good night and, uh, you be good, Henry." And soon he is gone, continuing on his evening walk as if his entire future hadn't been changed by the arrival of two new people.
The three get back in the car and begin to drive to the Mayor's house. "So that's your shrink." Dean asks.
"I'm not crazy."
"Didn't say that." Emma says as she turns to look at Henry. "Just, he doesn't seem 'cursed' to me. Maybe he's just trying to help you."
"He's the one who needs help because he doesn't know. None of them do. They don't remember who they are."
"Convenient. Alright let's get you home. Dean and I have a long drive back, and it is still pretty late."