Emma and Dean rode in silence in the back of Regina's car toward her house. Regina made it very clear that neither of them should sit in the front, and neither of them wanted to. Once they arrived at the house Regina walked toward Henry's room as Dean and Emma followed quickly behind.
Dean began searching the room for any signs of supernatural activity while Emma made her way onto Henry's computer.
Dean checked for sulfur and EMF. A trained hunter, Dean could sense that wherever Henry was, he wasn't in any supernatural danger.
Emma quickly went through Henry's search history. A website for finding one's birth mother showed how Henry was able to find her.
"Does Henry have access to a credit card?" Emma asked.
"No, he is only 10. Why do you ask?" Regina replies as she walks over to look at the computer.
"This website requires payment to find information of your birth parent. This is how he must have found me." Emma hits a few more keys before she finds what she is looking for. "It says here the card is in the name of a Ms. Blanchard. Regina, do you know who that is?"
Regina nearly growls. "Yes. Ms. Blanchard is Henry's teacher. She is the one who gave him his ridiculous story book. Follow me, Ms. Blanchard may know where he is."
The car ride to the school as silent. But something kept bothering Emma.
"How did he find us?" Emma whispers to Dean. All the while keeping her gaze on Regina to see if she is picking up on their conversation.
"What do you mean?" Dean replies, keeping his gaze out the windows.
"That adoption website just gave Henry our address. I know we aren't completely off the grid, but it should not be that easy to find us. Dean, you are dead. Dead people don't have permanent addresses."
Dean takes her hand and looks her in the eye. "But you do. He went to find you, not me. And trust me, I don't think our enemies are going to track us down via an adoption website."
Emma chuckles and leans into Dean. They continue along in silence. The closer they get to the school, the more Emma thinks about her role in all of this. She may have given birth to Henry, but she is not his mother. She never stayed up late when he was sick, she never held him as he cried. There were no softball games, or road trips. Plus, the life she and Dean led was not suitable for a child.
Emma was startled by that thought. Why would Henry be in their life. Could Henry be in their life? Would it be safe? Would Regina okay it?
Dean could sense the wheels turning in Emma's head. It would be a lie to say he wasn't thinking about their future. How, if, Henry would fit in.
Dean glanced at Emma. "Hey,"
Emma turned to look at Dean.
"There is nothing keeping us in Boston."
And at that moment, Dean had said just the right thing.
