Disclaimer: I still own nothing. Surprise, surprise
Emma drove surprisingly fast for the sheriff- and only cop- in town, but for some reason, Dean wasn't terribly shocked. She turned hazardously and screeched to a halt in front of- for the sake of all the pies- a pawn shop. This was not what Dean had in mind (not that he was sure what he had had in mind in the first place). Emma practically ran into the store as Dean parked in the alley. He got out of the Impala and walked over to Emma's bug, lounging against it while waiting for her to come back outside.
Emma stormed through the door to Mr. Gold's pawn shop. She couldn't believe the nerve of Dean!- as if she wouldn't notice him tailing her. She had told him that she didn't need or want his help (even if she was conflicted with that herself- you would think he'd listen to her). She came to a halt at the counter and began ringing the bell incessantly. She needed to find Henry and she wanted that to happen as soon as possible.
"What is it, Miss Swan? You can stop ringing that dreaded bell." Emma jolted slightly, looking up from the bell to see Mr. Gold in all of his impish arrogance staring back at her. She mentally slapped herself and pulled herself together.
"I… need you help, Gold," she said, putting aside hostility (well, as much as she could). "Henry's been… well, Henry's missing."
"That's not exactly good parenting, Sheriff, nor is it my problem," he responded, reaching under the counter to get a rag. He started dusting some globe he had also brought out with the rag.
Emma resisted the urge to steal the rag from him. "He's your grandson. I'm not asking for anything other than a spell or an enchantment- just something to help me find him." Gold looked up, eyebrow raised.
"All magic-" he started but Emma cut him off.
"Comes with a price, yeah, well, I'm willing to pay; he's my son. You understand."
Gold scrutinized her with one of his menacing looks. "Alright, dearie, I'll see what I have to whip up for you." He left the counter and went to the back room. "Be here tomorrow morning, 7 a.m. sharp or no deal," he called.
Emma nodded to herself and turned to leave. She inhaled sharply at the sight of Dean leaning against her car. How the hell was she going to convince him to leave before he discovered Storybrooke's secret? And did she even want him gone?
"So I'm confused. You're son is missing and you go to a pawn shop," Dean questioned her as she left the store, his eyes squintedand his face tilted. Emma just glared at him.
"Get off my car," she said, practically ripping open her car door. She was clearly not in the mood for this.
Nevertheless, Dean did straighten up and moved to the sidewalk. "Seriously, Emma. I can help you."
She glanced at him through slotted eyes and slid into her trusty bug. But why? she thought to herself as she closed the door. Damn, it was hot. She started the engine and rolled down the window.
"Maybe it's because I'd want someone to do the same if it were my kid." She had barely him, it was so quiet she thought maybe she had imagined it. But that would mean her subconscious was wanting Dean to help her, because she thought he was sincere and it wasn't like he had done anything undeserving of her trust. And she trusted her gut; even if it meant ignoring her heart, which was telling her she just thought he was possibly the best looking specimen to ever walk the earth, and her brain, which was in agreement with the heart. She sighed and hit the steering wheel gently. She rolled down the passenger window and waited for Dean to step closer.
He leaned in, not touching the car and she gestured for him to get in. He raised his eyebrows. "You better get in before I change my mind," she told him
"Just making sure," he answered, sliding in.
Oh gosh, it's been like 3 months? I'm really, really, deeply sorry. I suck, I apologize on behalf of me. Don't be scared to leave a review or message me if you're upset (or happy?)