10 years later

Sam looked up at the creaky motel room door as it swung open to see Dean with a stupid smile on his face, carrying a large brown paper bag of what he could only assume to be junk food and pie.

He was going to have a talk to him, again, about getting him food too, but that'll have to wait.

"Dean, I think I found something," Sam said, glancing at the newspaper article on his laptop screen.

The smile slipped off Dean's face and he looked at him with hard eyes. "On Dick?"

Ever since Dick Roman, a leviathan posing as one of the most powerful men in America, had shot and killed Bobby, Dean had started to obsess over the man, only stopping to eat, and it was starting to worry Sam. As much as he wanted Roman to pay, Sam didn't think Dean's life or sanity was worth it.

"Uh, no. I found-"

He paused, watching Dean's shoulders drop as he slowly set the bag down on the table and rubbed his face before pressing his hands down on the table.

"Dean, we're at a stalemate with Dick," Sam said sternly, picking up the print out at his side, "Right now, we can't do anything else but our job."

He saw his brother grind his teeth and his brow tense but after a beat he exhaled and looked down at the bag.

"What did you find?" Dean asked with reluctance, sitting in the chair next to him and busying himself with a pie he pulled out of the bag.

Sam nodded, and tossed the printed papers at him. "30 yr old guy has a heart attack-"

"The guy eat too many fries?"

Sam paused and narrowed his eyes.

"No, he was the town Sheriff and had no reported health problems before then."

"Okay, but I still don't see how this involves us." Dean stuffed a forkful of pie in his mouth and looked at his brother with disinterest. "The guy had a heart attack, nothing special about that."

Sam ignored the comment and continued. "Just a week ago, a woman goes missing, and two days ago they found her heart in a jewelry box."

"Creepy, but I'm still not seeing the significance."

"There hasn't been a missing person or death in the town for the past 28 years."

Dean stopped mid-chew and lowered his fork. "What do you mean no deaths in the last 28 years? Like no gruesome deaths? Or no deaths, at all?"

Sam shook his head and tossed the printout of the newspaper article on his computer to Dean. "Exactly what I mean, no one has died or gone missing for the last 28 years."

"Okay, that is weird," Dean said lightly picking at his pie as he looked at the article. Sam knew he hooked his brother.

"We can stop by and if there isn't anything, we can keep on Dick's trail." Sam added, watching his brother. "Its only half a days drive away. If we leave now we can get there in the morning." He stood up from the table and started to pack what little things they brought into their duffle bags.

Dean looked up from the pie to him. "Im gonna finish my pie then we can go."

"We can get you pie over there," Sam said, zipping up his duffle bag and digging his thumb into the cut he had on his hand, making him wince a bit.

Dean groaned and threw his fork down on his plate but got up and packed up his things as well. It didn't take the boys much time to pack their stuff, and before long the motel room was as empty as it was when they first arrived and their bags were safely tucked away in the trunk of Dean's car.

Sam opened the door of the passenger's side, but instead of going in, he rested his arms on the hood and looked at Dean, "Are you okay, man?"

Dean looked up at him before glancing to the side. "We had this conversation before, I'm fine."

"Hey, I'm just worried-"

"Worried about me?" Dean interrupted. "Cas broke your wall and you're seeing Lucifer and you're worried about me?"

"Well-" Sam started.

"No, I'm not having conversation again. I'm fine and you need to get in the car," Dean said, breaking the moment and getting in the drivers seat while Sam took his spot in shotgun. He knew his big brother was right, that he should be worried about himself, but he couldn't help but be concerned for him too. He is his brother after all.

"Hey Sammy, long time no-"

Again Sam dug his thumb into the healing cut and swallowed thickly.

"Where are we going again?" Dean asked him as they pulled out of the motel parking lot.

The name he remembered sounded so absurd that he had to glance at the articles again just to make sure he got the name right.

"Maine. Storybrooke, Maine."

"Storybrooke?" Dean scoffed and looked at his brother with a raised eyebrow."Seriously?"

He nodded and looked at the newspaper article again.

"Yea, thats what it says here."

"Think we'll run into Snow White," Dean said with a chuckle.

"What?"

Dean glanced at Sam with a weak smile. "You know, Storybrooke, sounds like storybook? Fairytales, stori-"

Sam's furrowed eyebrows stopped Dean and he shook his head. "Never mind."

Sam laughed. "No, no, I got it. It was just funny watching you struggle to explain it."

His older brother gave him a glare before looking forward at the road.

"Bitch."

"Jerk."

"Mary Margaret, I believe you," Emma said softly, as she awkwardly positioned her friend in front of the camera.

"But the love triangle you guys had going on makes you look like a viable suspect, and I can't afford to play favorites right, not now."

Mary Margaret sighed and turned in the direction Emma pointed. "I know. It's just- Why would someone frame me for something like this?"

"That's usually what I would ask you." Emma quipped, trying to make as much light as she could of the situation. Her friend gave her a weak smile, and she could only assume what was going through her mind.

After the last photo was taken, Emma walked her over to the cell that was placed in front of the Sheriff's desk. As she locked the door, she looked at her friend who was slouched on the bed, and spoke gently, careful to not put too much hope in her voice.

"Im going to go back to the loft and see if I can find anything to help your case."

"Really? Oh thank you!"

Emma nodded and grabbed her coat and turned to look at her before she left. "I'll be back soon."

As Emma walked down the street she turned the case facts over in her mind.

First Mary Margaret has an affair with David Nolan who is married to Kathryn Nolan who happens to be Mayor Regina Mill's friend. Then Regina threatens Mary Margaret at the convenience store, and just after that, Kathryn learns of the affair and confronts Mary Margaret at the school where she works. Then she goes missing within the next few days and in less than a week after that, her heart is found in Mary Margaret's jewelry box.

Emma rubbed her face, this was definitely not going well for her friend. She needed to find something to prove Mary Margaret innocent, and fast before something else incriminating turned up.

"Hey Emma!" A high pitched voice said walking up next to her.

She looked at the boy and frowned, "Hey Henry. Aren't you suppose to be at school?" She changed her direction from the loft to Granny's Diner, she wasn't about to loop her son further into this.

"Not yet, so anything else on Mary Margaret's case?"

Emma looked down at him and let out a soft sigh, "Its not looking good buddy."

Henry pursed his lips and nodded, "We have to help her."

She smiled but said nothing and instead opened the door for them as they entered the diner. She loved how he never hesitated to help other people, but knew it was also just as dangerous as it was admirable.

"What do you think?" Henry asked her as they sat down in their usual booth.

"Well-" Emma started and looked down at the coffee Ruby had pre-set for her. "I don't think there is enough evidence."

In truth, Emma wasn't sure what she thought about the case, all that mattered was that she wasn't going to abandon her friend when she needed her most; when all the world turned their backs on her.

"That's not what I meant."

Before Henry could press the issue any further, Emma heard the faint sound of... an AC/DC song?

Henry must've heard it too because now they were both watching the window as a black 1967 Impala slowly drove by with two passengers inside.

"You recognize the car?" Emma asked, suspiciously eyeing the car as it passed.

He shook his head but still watched, even after it was out of view. "Outsiders don't come to Storybrooke."

She turned to the kid and smirked, "What about August?"

"He wasn't an outsider, he's Pinocchio." Henry said matter-of-factly.

"Right," Emma said, playing into the kid's fantasy, but internally rolled her eyes. It was the least she could do for the him, she just had to make sure it didn't get to an unhealthy point of no return.

She peeked at her watch and saw they had less than half an hour to kill before Henry had to leave for school. Because they had little time together, she was going to make the best of it.

"Want anything to eat?" Ruby asked the two. Emma shook her head, she was fine with her coffee.

"Pumpkin pie please!" Henry chirped happily then turned to look at Emma. "It's pumpkin, right?"

Emma nodded and couldn't help but smile. The kid memorized everything about the story she told him about his father, including the little facts. Albeit, the story was a lie, but it was sweet that he was doing that.

"I'll get that for you right now," Ruby said with a smile as she turned away to the counter.

Emma leaned forward to her son,"Don't you think its too early for pie?"

Henry looked at her with his parted lips and the most offended eyes.

"Its never too early for pie!"