Chapter Three
Dean just stood there silently. He probably thought that I was going to speak first. He thought wrong. I went back to my desk, and looked over some papers. "I love you, Emma Swan." He replied. My head snapped up and I looked at him, I gulped.
Was I imagining this?
"What did you say?" I asked.
"I love you," He whispered. I couldn't help but smile, and I rose and headed towards him. I hugged him tightly. He hugged me back. Never in the three years that we were together, he never said that he loved me. When I moved apart, he caught my face.
"I missed you." He whispered.
I smiled, softly. "I missed you, too." I said. He then kissed me, and I enjoyed kissing him back. When we broke apart, I couldn't help smiling. "Are we back together now?" I asked.
He smiled. "What do you think?" He asked, before kissing me again.
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We led the group back to our home. Henry went to bed, while the rest of us stayed up in the living room. "So, what do you guys do?" David asked .
"We take care of…" Sam trailed.
"Take care of what?" Mary Margaret asked.
"We take care of things that cannot be easily explained." Bobby interjected.
"Um, I don't think we need your services." David replied.
"David, they can help us," Mary Margaret replied.
"Help us? By killing us all!?" David replied, in anger.
"We're not going to kill you all…she's right, we could help." Dean replied.
David sighed. "Fine, but I'm keeping my eye on all of you." He replied. I smiled, and grabbed Dean's hand. He held it. "What's that?" David asked.
"What?" I asked, smiling.
"That…hand holding." He explained.
I smiled. "Dean and I are back together." I replied.
"Back together?" Mary Margaret asked.
"Yes," I said.
"When were you two together?" He asked.
"Three years ago." Dean answered.
"Are you two serious?" Mary Margaret asked.
We nodded. Just then there was a pounding at the door. I rose to answer it. "Mr. Gold," I replied.
"It's time for me to cash in your favor." He said.
"What favor?" David asked.
"I want you to take me to my son." Mr. Gold replied, ignoring David's question.
"Gold, it's ten o'clock at night, can't this wait until morning?" I asked.
"No, my girlfriend's in the hospital and she doesn't remember me," He replied.
"I apologize," I replied. "But, I just can't up and go."
"Yes, you can, dearie…or you'll be in the same pot as Cinderelly." He said, with a smile. I frowned. "Cinderelly?" Dean asked.
I elbowed him in the ribs, and he grunted in result.
"Fine, I'll go." I said. "Can I go?" Henry asked. He came up from behind the group. "Henry, you're supposed to be in bed." I replied. "I want to go with you." Henry said, with a smile. I sighed. "No, Henry." I replied. "Just so you know, when Regina said I couldn't go looking for you, I went anyway…I'm very good at finding people." Henry replied.
I sighed. "Fine you can go." I replied. "So am I." Dean said. I looked straight into his eyes, and shook my head. "No, I'm coming with you." Dean replied. "I don't trust anybody who says Cinderelly." He replied, sounding more harsh.
Mr. Gold smiled. "Fine, we'll go in the morning…" He said. "What if I change my mind?" I asked, as Mr. Gold turned his back on us. "Then, I'll return to kill you all." He said, his voice an octave lower.
Mr. Gold left without saying another word.