After spending the last few weeks binge-watching both shows I really wanted to do a cross over… And when I discovered the original Brothers Grimm Fairy tale "The two brothers"… well, it was practically fate.
This fic is set in the cannon of both universes.
The Supernatural storey arch is set during season 7. They have just lost Bobby; Sam is keeping Luci at bay (just about) and Castiel is still dead. BUT they do have the impala back… because nobody puts Baby in the corner!
The Once Upon a Time arch is based at the end of season 3 (but with no Frozen timeline). Marian has been saved by Hook and Emma. Causing Regina to go a little bit… evil.
I honestly have no idea how often I'll update this little fic, but I have the whole story already mapped out, but in between my hectic work schedule and ... well... life. It's hard to find time for myself to actually sit down and write.
I really hope you guys like it anyway, I had a lot of fun starting this :)
Chapter 1:
Welcome to Storybrooke
"Seriously?" Dean scoffed.
The Impala rumbled idly, coming to a dead stop in the middle of the empty road. Nothing around them other than a tall forest cloaked in the early nightfall and a gentle mist rolling around the chrome alloys.
"What other choice do we have. There's nothing else for miles." Papers shuffled beside him, the beam from Sam's flashlight danced across the folded map pages. "In fact… This place isn't even listed." He said, his gaze lifting away from the wrinkled folds towards the highway sign welcoming them across the town line.
"Yeah but, come on Sam… Storybrooke?" Dean asked incredulously
"Hey, you were the one who didn't want to spend another night sleeping in the car."
"I just didn't imagine staying in a place that Walt Disney might have puked on."
His brother let out a dry chuckle, the mirth highlighted in his voice. "We can turn back to the main highway… we might come across a motel 6 or something."
Dean grumbled. It took them 30 minutes to get here from the main highway. He wasn't liking the idea of driving back another half hour and then continuing on for god knows how long until they reach some semblance of normality. He was beat, he just wanted some hot food and a warm bed for the night.
Putting the car in drive Dean pressed down on the gas. "I swear to god I better not get Stepford house wived," he muttered. Casting a wary side-eye towards the town sign as the car rolled passed.
The streetlamps lit the empty road with a dull orange glow. Stores and boutiques either side of them were darkened on the inside, the premises shut up trading for the day. Ahead of them a large clock tower dictating the time. A little after 8 pm. The place felt like a deserted ghost town, the only shining beacon of light along the abandoned main street seemed to be the diner. Thankfully.
A few potted plants, tables and chairs lined the front of the building, the small courtyard out the front fenced in to give customers the option of outdoor dining. Strings of lights hung across the open space, setting a sensual cosy glow, and with the crawling ivy up the front of the building the place had a real whimsical fairy-tale feel about it. 'Granny's Diner,' the large glowing neon sign above the establishment announced.
"Shall we go see if Granny's in?" Dean mocked, parking the Impala in the empty space opposite.
Sam let out a light dry chuckle and slid out the car along with his brother. The cold bite of a Maine fall evening wrapped around his bare neck as Dean slammed the driver's door, following his taller but younger sibling through the welcoming wooden archway and up the few steps towards the diner's entrance.
Inside was exactly what you'd expect from a small town 'mom & pops' diner. Gentle pop music drifted over the place, just loud enough to make out over the hubbub of the other patrons inside. Soft overhead lights lit up a line of booths to their left, red faux leather seat coverings and metallic tables matching the rest of the furniture in the place. The right side of the small diner was a long bar, bottles of wine, a coffee machine and what looked like beer on tap decorated its front. Regimented bar stools fixed to the face of the bar. Spotting the only booth available towards the back of the place, nestled next to the jukebox and the restrooms Sam strode forward with purpose. Dean, however, followed cautiously, the hairs on the back of his neck prickling as he walked by the other tables. The place wasn't busy, the bar seemed crowded, but no one appeared to have noticed them, most of the remaining tables that lined the centre of the room were empty. However, Dean got the sense they were being watched.
Sam slid in first, picking the closest bench, his back facing out towards the diner leaving Dean the birds-eye view. The perfect vantage point to see if anything was about to sneak up on them. "You ok?" Sam asked, noticing his brother's unease.
"Somethin' don't feel right," Dean murmured with a scowl. His golden emerald stare scanning every surface of the joint, as if expecting every eye in the place to dissolve into darkness, a Demon fuelled ambush while their defences were down.
Sam let out a loud snort of a laugh, smiling wildly at his older brother. "Seriously?!"
"You don't feel it?"
"What's the matter, Dean? Little bit too small town for you?"
Dean's jaw tightened "Just gives me the creeps is all."
Sam laughed again but was interrupted by the arrival of the waitress. She was tall, brunette and downright gorgeous. Three things Dean always looked for in a woman. Bright red lips smiled at the pair, the same shade of colour as the tight tiny miniskirt she wore. Dean's brow peaked as his gaze wandered down creamy calves and striking red stiletto heels. "Not seen you two around here before." She said lightly, sliding two laminated menus across the table to the brothers. Dean managing to catch sight of the golden name tag pinned to her chest. Ruby. Maybe this place wasn't so bad after all. "You boys new in town?"
"Just passing through." Sam smiled politely, accepting the menu from her and giving it the once over.
Her smile deepened as she looked over his brother. And, as per usual, Sam was completely oblivious to the hot waitress checking him out. If he wasn't so weirded out by the place, Dean might have felt offended. Being the third wheel to his brother. Now that was weird. "Is that your car out front?" She asked the question directly to Sam with a flutter of dark eyelashes. "It's pretty."
"Actually, it's mine." Dean returned, leaning forward to rest on his elbow and give her the old Winchester charm. "And thanks. Ruby. I look after her."
Her gaze flicked to Deans. Striking silver eyes as bright as the moon considered him before her gorgeous grin dissolved, offering a small brisk smile. She adjusted her tiny apron and retrieved a pen and note pad from the pocket. "What can I get you both?"
Glancing down at the laminate only two things jumped out at him. A double bacon cheeseburger and cherry pie. He reeled off his order also adding two draft beers, before handing the laminated card back to her.
"Perfect." She smiled warmly, accepting the menu. Her attention turning to his brother once again. "And for you, handsome?"
Dean quirked an eyebrow trying to suppress a smirk, his gaze finding his brothers. Taken aback by the compliment Sam blinked a few times, his mouth flapping open like a fish out of water. "-er- I'll just get a salad." He smiled shyly adverting his gaze almost immediately. "Thanks."
"Coming up." She said perkily and practically bounced away to the kitchen window hatch. Dean watched as she left, sliding their order through the hatch to the unseen chef, smiling broadly at there small conversation exchange. Turning his attention quickly back to his brother. Who, to his surprise, was also watching the hot waitress, his cheeks bright pink. Dean snickered. Getting way more enjoyment out of his brothers' embarrassment than he should have. "What is it with you and chicks called Ruby?"
Sam's attention flicked sharply back to his brother, his shoulder-length hair practically flying across his face with the quick motion. Solid hazel eyes glared at him as his serious expression slowly morphed into a bashful smirk. "Shut up" he hushed, eyes diverting out the window beside them.
Their beers arrived in what must have been a world record time. Two tall clear frosty topped mugs with bubbling amber liquid. Ruby slid the brothers each a beer. "So, you know my name," she said, clutching the small round tray close to her chest. "Am I allowed to know yours?" The question this time was directed to Dean. He relaxed back into the booth looking up at an inquisitive half-smirk, her lips gathering slightly making them look much fuller. Offering her a tempting half-smile in return Dean obliged. "I'm Mark." He lied. "This here's my desperately lonely little brother Ethan." He adds, his smile broadening as he tilts the glass towards him, meeting his brothers stare again. Sam's lips packed into a solid straight line, at the same time his eyes widen to glare at his brother Mark, the muscles in his jaw tightening and flexing. Bitch face mode, activate.
Even though they were technically dead, well, the fake Leviathan versions of Sam and Dean at least. They still couldn't risk people knowing who they really were. It took Dean one hell of an argument with both Sam and Frank just to be able to get his car back. Fake names he could live with, but another night without baby… out of the question!
"Well… it's nice to meet you both. Your food won't be long." She smiled, adding a lasting linger on Ethan before she turned and headed down the diner to tend to another table.
Chuckling dryly to himself he raised the glass to his lips for a sip, but a sharp kick to the shin made his whole-body judder. Beer sloshed over the rim of the glass, soaking his chin and pouring down onto his shirt, soaking him to the skin. "Dude! What the hell?!"
"Desperately lonely? Seriously?!"
"Was trying to help you out." Resting the glass on the table he reached across to the napkin dispenser beside them.
"You're just upset she's into me more than you."
"Nah that's not it. It's this weird Twin Peaks town. The balance is all off." Dean concluded, wiping down his chin and blotching at his shirt. "Cats and Dogs are best friends. You get snow in the middle of summer. And hot girls think you're attractive."
Sam leaned back rolling his eyes. Muttering a deadpanned "ha, ha." Shifting his weight Sam fished his phone from his jacket pocket, sliding it open. "Maybe we should find out if they got a hotel or something here. Get yourself cleaned up." He sniggered watching his older sibling pat himself dry with a dozen or so napkins. Dean's hand hovered over his wet chest, pausing his blotching to glare up through his lashes. Balling up the napkins he dashed them across the table, hitting Sam square in the chest.
"Bitch." He muttered, helping himself to more napkins. When Sam's playful 'Jerk' retort never echoed back, Dean's eyes flitted to his brother. His brother was scowling deeply at his phone, "What? Can't find a hotel?"
Sam blinked in disbelief as an unsure, nervous smile tweaked the corner of his lips. "I can't find… anything."
"What do you mean?"
"this- this town… I can't find it."
"What you talkin' about. Gimmie." Reaching over the table Dean snatched up the phone from Sam's grasp. He scrolled down page after page of internet search listings. Links to storybooks on Amazon. Blogs about fairy tales. The best tourist traps in Maine. But not one of them mentioned this little town. "How the hell did we wind up in a town that doesn't exist?"
"It's us. You really have to ask that?" Sam sneered.
Dean cocked his head in agreement and nodded. That was true enough. But it did nothing to ease the eldest Winchester's suspicion about the place, in fact, it was like someone had just doused that fire in gasoline.
Their meals arrived with little fanfare, the waitress sharing more flirtatious advances towards his younger brother. Making Deans eyes roll, but his awareness saw beyond the hot waitress, directed more towards the bar. A kid. Couldn't have been older than 12 years maybe. His childlike curiosity fixed on the two brothers, or maybe even the waitress? Pretty sure Dean was the same age when he first started noticing girls. He gave nothing more than a small upward nod towards the kid, raised his glass in a friendly greeting. The kid instantly turned away, skulking into the sea of grownups that surrounded him. Hoping not to be noticed.
With the meals devoured in record time, Ruby returned once more with his cherry pie, a coffee for Sam, and a small black wallet containing the bill. The fork broke into the crumbly pastry with ease, and Dean's mouth salivated. Lifting the fork to his lips, his taste buds exploded with equal parts bitter and sweetness. Having to fight back from moaning in pure ecstasy, this was damn good pie. Not paying any notice to his brothers' eye roll, he went to town on the thing, you never came between a man and his pie.
His otherworldly experience with his dessert was rudely interrupted by the arrival of another smaller visitor standing at the end of their table. The kid at the bar. He smiled politely at them both, his attention flicking between either brother. A mop of dark hair falling forward across his forehead. Green and red scarf wrapped around his neck just peeking out of his charcoal woollen coat.
"I don't recognise you two. You guys don't live here." He said. Blue eyes were hidden behind a puzzled expression and slight head tilt forcefully reminded Dean of another smaller companion who asked stupidly attentive questions.
He shook it off, as he always did. "Observant kid," he muttered to his brother, hoping Sam would handle this business. He just wanted to finish his pie.
"No, we don't," Sam said softly. The same kind of voice you would use on a frightened timid animal. "Were just passing through."
"We don't get many visitors."
"It would help if this place was listed on a map," Dean commented almost mockingly. Cheeks full of cherry pie and ignoring his brother sideways expression.
"Kid! What the hell." A woman's voice called from the other end of the diner. A head of blond hair falling to her shoulders and draping over a deep red leather jacket headed straight towards them. Her face stern but earnest. "I thought you grew out of this. Sorry, hope he wasn't disturbing you." She said wrapping a motherly arm around his shoulder and scooting him back from the table.
"No, it's fine," Sam said offering her a strong smile making the dimples in his cheeks pop. 'I swear if he gets another one fawning over him… I'm gonna-'
"I don't mean to pry," She said, her attention also diverting between the pair, "but, you boys aren't from here, are you?"
"We're just passing through," Sam repeated. His friendly smile wavering slightly
"And, you just happened to stumble across our little town?"
"What's with the third degree?" Dean snipped. Wiping down his lips with a napkin, balling it up and throwing it onto his plate. His gaze gravitating towards mommy dearest. "Come free with every meal?"
Her lips twitched into a small smirk for a millisecond before releasing the kid. "Wouldn't be doing my job if I wasn't making sure everything was in order." Taking the lapel of her jacket she pulled the left side open, a golden county sheriffs badge pinned to the waistband of her black denim jeans. "Sheriff Swan." She greeted, her stoic gaze never leaving Dean's eye line. 'Crap.'
"Ethan." His brother intervened, trying his best to take the heat off the situation like he always did. Extending his hand towards the sheriff they shook in greeting. "Don't mind my brother Sheriff. It's been a long trip. Mark gets a little cranky when he's tired." Sam said flashing him a 'for-the-love-of-god-keep-your-mouth-shut' look. "Speaking of, is there a hotel in this town?"
The Sheriff's attention darkened slightly. Her brow crinkling as she studied Sam. "Talk to Granny." She said nodding towards the bar. "She runs the Bed and Breakfast." She said slowly, almost deliberately. If Dean didn't know any better, he would say she was trying to suss them out. "You boys planning on staying long?"
"Why? You trying to get rid of us?" Dean quipped. That cocky half-smirk creasing his lips as he considered the Sheriff, desperately ignoring the burning scowl being drilled into the side of his melon from his brother.
She raised an eyebrow as her focus flitted to him. Feeling the frostiness of her stare from the other end of the table. "I don't know. Should I be?"
"The B&B sounds great." Sam butted in, coming to the rescue once again. "Thanks."
"Your welcome. Jus' stay out of trouble. Come on Henry." Wrapping her arm around the boys' shoulder, she guided him away from the table and towards the front of the diner.
"Can you not piss off the Sheriff? Low profile, remember." Sam hissed, making sure the Sheriff was well out of earshot. "Come on. The quicker we can get a room and a night's sleep. The quicker we can leave." Sam said sliding out the booth and scooping up the cheque.
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"Pay no heed to them, love." But how could she pay 'no heed' to them? Strangers never just turned up out of the blue in Storybrooke. Not without disaster following.
She was practically up at the crack of dawn, offering to do Neal's 6 am feed so her zombie shuffling mother could get some more sleep. But really, she had been awake long before her own baby brother started screaming the place down. Her thoughts fixated on those two brothers, Mark and Ethan, was it? Or whatever the fake names they came up with. Emma knew to trust her gut, and her gut was telling her these boys were bad news.
She opened her phone. Retrieving the note she had left herself last night and hoping that her bounty hunting skills hadn't gotten rusty. She had seen the foresight to make a note of their licence plate, Ruby confirming that the hunk of black and chrome outside Granny's was indeed theirs. Pretty distinct looking car, not something one would forget in a hurry. After a few phone calls, she was granted access to the licencing recognition database. The old PC monitor in front of her booted up slowly, finally being greeted with the opening page of the program, a small pulsating text box instructing her to type in the number of the registered vehicle. CNK 80Q3. Enter. A very dated loading diagram flashed on the screen. Two icons front and centre, to the left a typical animated computer-style folder, the right icon represented the 'world wide web' in the shape of a globe, and a green loading bar rhythmically bouncing between the two icons. If she remembered rightly, this might take a while.
She leaned back on her chair, the old piece of furniture making a troubling groan as it garnered its new position while casting an absentminded gaze out of the window. The sun was finally starting to rise, the warming light only broken by the slats of the blinds. The station was quiet, it was just a little before 7 am when Emma couldn't stand staring at the walls in the apartment any longer. There was something off about these two. She knew it.
"Bit early for you Swan?" She looked from the window and smiled. The Captain leaned against the open-door frame to her office; a playful smirk brandishing his face, framed by dark stubble. Mischievous blue eyes shone at her, with the same level of shine that pinged off the curve of his hook. A hook that was currently holding aloft a Granny's take out paper bag.
"Look who's talking."
"I'm always up at the crack of dawn, love." He said pushing himself away from the frame and walking up to her desk. "I imagine you also skipped breakfast." He said, placing the bag in front of her carefully. She would never admit it, but she was really starting to like the way Hook took care of her.
"How did you know I was here?" her smile not faltering as she opened the bag. A tall paper cup of coffee sat in a double cup carrier, a cream cheese bagel taking up the other empty slot.
"I didn't if I'm honest. When your father called asking your whereabouts. I just assumed."
Hooking the steel curve around the nearest chair he dragged it over to her desk, pulling up beside her and sitting down. His expression stiffening, brow creasing deeply as he watched the screen flicker in front of him. "What the hell's it doin'?"
She laughed, her attention briefly flitting to the screen to check its progress, before lifting the warm coffee and bagel out the bag. "I couldn't even begin to explain it to you." She chuckled. Hook had come along way with learning the depths of human technology, even attempting to dress more modern. Ditching the silk vests and long leather coat for a much more fitting attire. But she worried that this would probably blow his little pirate mind. The fact that she was currently trying to connect to a government criminal database that held every known bit of information on just about everyone, might be a little bit too much for him to handle. "Simply put, it tells me who owns that car outside Granny's last night... And if we should be worried about them." He nodded seemingly understanding, leaning forward to stare at the screen intently. "Might take a while. It usually does"
"You've done this before?" He asked, eyes pulling away from the screen, brow raised along with his playful smirk.
"A few times. Back in the old days." She took a hearty bite out of her bagel. Extending her arm, she offered the un-bitten end to Hook. He eyed it warily before taking a sizeable bite, the cream cheese attaching to his moustache. Emma chuckled, taking her thumb and wiping away the creamy residue, but was caught by surprise when he took her hand and placed a chaste kiss on her knuckles. 'Always the gentleman.' She scooted her chair a little closer, hoping her intent was clear enough for the Captain to read. He grins wildly at her as he too moved in for a good morning kiss.
The double doors to the department clattered open, the pair pulling back sharpish as her father strode into the main space. "Did you even get any sleep last night?" he asked, shrugging off his jacket and hanging it on the nearest chair before he too stood in the doorway to her office. Unlike Hooks casual stance, her father stood regimented, arms crossed, the tan straps to his gun holsters a stark contrast to the dark navy shirt he wore.
Trying to explain how this man was her father to a stranger would be beyond complicated. The tall blond-haired man that stood before her with a soft smile could have been easily mistaken for her brother, given the similar ages the pair looked. But no, David Nolan was 100% her father. "Your mother told me you were up at 6 feeding Neal."
"I got a couple hours." She shrugged averting her father's stare. Feeling every bit that naughty teenager. Her dad almost walking in on a non-existent make out session with her… pirate?
David rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Just like your mother. When you get on something you can't let it go. What are you working on?" Pushing off the door, he walked around her desk to join there staring contest with the screen.
"Running the plates," she said, thankful at least her father vaguely understood what she would mean. "Trying to find out who these guys really are"
"Ever thought they could be just a couple of guys, Emma." Her dad quipped, one hand resting on the back of her chair.
"Nobody just wanders accidentally into Storybrooke"
"True. But it doesn't necessarily mean it's bad"
"They gave me fake names Dad. I'm sure of it."
As if right on cue the computer pinged. The search was complete. With a few clicks of the mouse Emma was scrolling through countless police reports, her face getting closer and closer to the screen as she skim read each one. Breaking and entering, credit card fraud, grand theft auto, impersonating federal officers, kidnapping, arson. Who the hell were these guys?! Landing on another file she clicked it open to reveal mug shots. The familiar faces of the two brothers stared back at her. They looked younger, the images dated 5 years ago, but it was them.
"Sam and Dean Winchester. Born in Lawrence, Kansas." She read out loud. "Deceased?"
Hook scoffed. "Not being funny love, but those two men we saw last night were definitely not dead."
Scrolling through more and more files she landed on the last two reports, her eyes widening with fear, she drew away from the screen with a quiet 'Woah.' David took over, getting closer to the monitor reading one of the reports out loud. "The two brothers entered the First Bank of Jericho in California. Rounding up every staff member on duty and customers inside the premises, before ushering them into the vault and… opening fire. Leaving no survivors."
"Bloody hell," Hook murmured, he too drawing closer.
David waved the mouse around the screen clicking through videos and still images of the brothers' most recent rampage. A diner would seem, like Granny's. The one video had been filmed from a phone, showing the brothers opened fire on everyone inside. Emma felt sick, she had seen enough. She pushed away from her desk, rounding her father and storming out into the main space of the department. "Emma?" David warned after her. "Don't you even think about it." He called following her path into the main room. "They're dangerous."
"And in our town!" She shot back turning on her heels. "I'm not going to sit by while these two supposedly dead, dangerous criminals sleep comfortably at Granny's." She walked over to the gun cabinet key already primed in her hand, sliding it into the lock. "We need to make sure they don't leave town. If the government thinks there dead, and they're not. That's bad news. We need to report this." She said taking out a single handgun holster and attaching it to her hip, along with a set of handcuffs. Her father's hand swiping passed her to scoop up the second pair at the bottom of the lockup
"Agreed." David said, attaching the second pair of handcuffs to his waist "But you're not going alone. Hook, go with Emma in the squad car. I'll follow in my truck."
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Adrenaline coursed through Emma as she rolled up outside the diner. The heavy-set muscle car still parked in front of the restaurant as it had been last night. At least they're still here. With their weapons concealed, not wanting to draw attention to the other customers the three of them strode in.
The diner was seeing its usual early morning rush, townsfolk heading to Granny's to get breakfast on the go. The smell of pancakes and coffee floating on the air. Granny was at the cash register, her frosty silver curls pinned back into a neat tidy bun, half-moon spectacles perched on the end of her nose as she jotted something down in a small notebook beside her. Sensing their arrival, she glanced up at the Sheriff over the rim of her glasses. With a loud sigh, she rested the pen in the book and closed it. "I know that look." She muttered cynically, removing her glasses and letting them hang by the chain around her neck. "What is it this time?"
"Those two men who stayed last night. They still here?" Emma asked quietly, realising that a small group of dwarfs were very much in earshot of there conversation.
"I assume so," Granny answered equally quiet, her arms folding across her chest. "Haven't seen them for breakfast yet."
"What rooms?" David interjected.
"5 and 6"
Emma looked to the back of the diner, towards the adjoining hallway that linked the two buildings together. "What's going on?" Granny asked, still trying to keep it quiet, but the sheriff could sense the panic in the old lady's voice.
"We'll explain later," David replied quickly and quietly. "But, if you hear gunshots you need to get everyone out of here and off the street." The gravitas of the situation hitting Emma right between the eyes like a cartoon frying pan. This wasn't just them putting their lives on the line right now. These Winchester men were serious business, and nobody in this building was safe.
Granny's eyes widened and she nodded softly.
They headed towards the back, slipping down the small hallway that connected the diner to the B&B. Pushing the door open Emma walked to the reception desk. Ruby sat behind the counter reading a magazine. Her attention shooting upwards and rising to her feet just as quickly. "What is it?"
"Those two men. Are they still up there?"
Ruby frowned but offered a small nod. "Haven't seen them all morning. I guess there still asleep."
"Get inside the dinner with your Grandmother. Lock that door if you can." David insisted.
"Why? Whats-"
"They're wanted criminals Ruby." Emma added quietly, "we need you where it's safe." Ruby's eyes grew even wider. Could hear the short, panicked breaths escape from her throat. "It's going to be ok," Emma assured, hearing the ascending footsteps of her father and Hook behind her. Ruby blinked, nodding quickly and dashing to the adjoining door, the latch lock clicking behind her as she disappeared into the busy diner.
Emma followed up the narrow staircase, the familiar wooden panelled walls always gave her a tranquil sense of home. But right now, she felt furthest from calm. She had faced witches, curses, hell even a dragon. But stalking down two wanted mass murderers… Her throat suddenly felt incredibly dry as she approached rooms 5 and 6, thankfully two rooms that were situated directly opposite one another. Her father poised his gun, waiting outside room 6 while Hook, in a similar stance, stood outside 5. Withdrawing her own firearm, the unfamiliar cold steel gripped tightly in her hands she joined Hooks side, softly counting down. "3…2…1."
The men booted down the doors, splintering wood flying off in all directions as the pirate and Emma barged into the room, guns drawn. "On your knees!" Hook ordered; gun held chest hight pointing towards the occupant of the room. A pair of emerald green eyes shifted between the pair of them, strong square jawline ticking as he mulled them over. He did have a handsome face, GQ level of handsome, freckles covering the bridge of his nose, dark blond hair spiked and gelled to the side. Emma almost couldn't believe this man was possible of killing so many innocent people.
A small cocky smile twitched at the corner of his lips as his two hands extended slowly outwards in surrender. One of them clutching a t-shirt. "Can I at least put a shirt on?" he gruffly requested.
Noticing for the first time that he was indeed shirtless. The man had a strong physique, trim waistline but swimmers' shoulders and a very distinct tattoo inked on his left pectoral. "Won't ask again," Emma demanded, angling her gun higher, pointing it now directly at his head.
Letting his shirt fall to the floor the eldest brother slowly dropped to his knees. His hands coming around to be placed on the back of his head. Emma getting the feeling this wasn't the first time he found himself in this position. Lowering her gun, she holstered it as she walked towards him, unclipping the cuffs from her waits. Taking his arms roughly she forced them down towards his lower back cuffing him. The steel clicking around his waist.
"There's gotta be some misunderstanding here Sheriff."
"I don't think there is. Dean. That is your real name, right?"
Dean rolled his head to the side with a soft grumble. "Son of a bitch."
She pulled him to his feet. Hook finally lowering and also holstered his gun. Taking the man's shoulder and firmly marching him out of the room. They met David in the hallway, his head and shoulders peeking out from behind the other brother as he too was marched out of his room. He was much taller than all 4 of them, shoulder-length brown hair still wet from a shower. The end strands dampening his grey plaid covered shoulders. At least this one was dressed. With his hands also cuffed behind his back, the brothers shared an obvious look with one another, before Hook forcibly shoved the oldest along the hallway and towards the stairs.