As Dean pulled up to Granny's Bed and Breakfast (the only one in town), he looked around the barren parking lot. Usually not a good sign.

"I'll get the room," he said as he turned off the engine and tossed the keys to Sam so he could unload their duffle bags. "Then we get breakfast."

His brother chuckled and shook his head but complied anyway while Dean made his way to the building. It was outlined with nearly dead foliage and chipped paint, the only thing giving it life were the few lights on inside. The morning light didn't help the image in any way either.

As he walked up the stairs to the door he made sure to observed the pots and frames for any signs of hoodoo, the last b&b they stayed in, ended up having a vengeful spirit. Pleased with his once over of the place he gently opened the door of the B&B and stepped inside. Inside the house, there was a counter with a dusty pen, bell and guest book on it.

No one was there so he took the chance to look around, noticing the dusty picture frames and kitchen straight ahead with a china cabinet staring back at him. He remembered the bell on the pedestal and pressed it once. Twice. Thrice.

"I'm coming." Dean heard a fruity voice call, followed by the clacking of heels. As the heels got closer he looked out the window to see Sam locking up the Impala and grabbing their bags-

"Uh, hi," The same melodic voice said from somewhere near the counter. Dean turned to see a tall brunette wearing red short shorts with an apron over it, a very fitted white work shirt that was one too many buttons undone and tied mid torso with a small name tag that read Ruby.

"Hey there, Ruby," He said smoothly, giving her his best smile, "I'd like a room with two beds."

Ruby gave him sultry smile as she opened up the book. "Alright, forest view or square view?"

"Surprise me," He replied, just as Sam entered the door with their duffle bags.

Dean saw how her eyes dilated and her lips slip into a pleased smile when she saw Sam, and he huffed. Of course his brother would get her attention.

"What's the name?"

"Stark." Dean said with a short nod.

She opened the guest book and jotted his name down on one of the lines. "How long will you be staying?"

Dean glanced at Sam, who was looking at the homey decor, then shrugged as he turned to Ruby. "I doubt we'll be here longer than a week."

"The diner is open from 7 to 9." Ruby jotted some more into the book before handing him a large metal key, with an intricate piece artwork extending from the keyring depicting an ouroboros. "Enjoy your stay boys."

"I hope so." Dean smiled as he took the key and grabbed his bag from Sam. They made their way up the stairs and down a semi lit hall to their room, the one at the end of the hall.

"That hostess was hot, right." Dean smirked as he opened the room door and made sure it was clear before entering.

"I thought we were here for a case, not to pick up chicks," his brother said dismissively.

After setting their things down and deciding who slept on which bed, the boys changed into their FBI suits. They knew they were going to have to question people, and they didn't want to come back up after breakfast.

"Alright, you ready?" Dean stood by the door waiting for his brother impatiently. He had waited too long to have breakfast, it was almost going to be brunch time.

"Yea, let me just get my computer," Sam said as he pulled the laptop bag and slung it over his shoulder and joined his brother.

"I still thinks it's just a psycho killer," Dean said, as they made their way down the stairs and towards Granny's Diner's, that was connected to the Inn through one of the halls.

"In a town that hasn't had a missing persons case for 28 years?" Sam remarked, looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

Dean's lip twitch. "Alright, that is weird, but what could do something like that?"

They entered the small diner from a hallway that was parallel to the front entrance, with booths on the right side and a counter on the left side and tables in between.

"Pagan god maybe?" He continued as they took a seat at the booth closest to the hall they came from. "The victim's are a chick and a dude."

Sam opened his laptop and pulled up the coroner's notes on the Sheriff's death. "Yea, but the Sheriff's body was buried just days after his death and the second vic just happened and her heart was found not even a few days ago."

Dean groaned and picked up a menu. "Awesome."

Meanwhile on the other side of the diner, Henry had been keeping a hawks eye on the newcomers the moment they entered. "There they are."

"Who?" Emma said, turning around to look over her shoulder at what Henry was motioning.

Every single muscle in her body tensed as her eyes laid on the booth in the far corner that sat the two men. She didn't believe her eyes. She didn't want to believe her eyes. It was something she didn't think possible; out of all the towns in the world she least expected this to happen in Storybrooke. Her past wasn't suppose to follow her here. No one was.

She watched as Ruby took their order, blatantly flirting with the boys; For some reason it sent a fire through her, an unrecognizable feeling, but nevertheless she felt it. With all her might she tried stamping it out too, but to no avail.

"Mom, are you okay? Do you know them?" Henry asked, noting her stiff posture. She turned to him and gave him a smile that doesn't even try to reach her eyes.

"I'm fine... Just wondering who the strangers are."

"You should go and ask what they're doing here." Henry urged as he picked at what remained of his pie. "I mean you are the sheriff."

Emma raised her eyebrow at the boy. "Just because I'm sheriff, doesn't mean I get to do what I want." She looked at the clock, thankful for the time. "Plus, you have to get to school."

Henry looked at the clock and sighed. "Fine. But we'll work on this after."

"I thought we are working on Mary Margaret's case?"

Her son scrunched his forehead. "We can work both, can't we."

Emma nodded and shrugged. "Sure kid. But right now, I gotta get you to school."

Emma smiled as the kid stood up with such reluctance, but he listened and proceeded towards the door. Following after her boy, she stopped just before leaving and made the mistake of looking back at the booth.

Her eye's flickered over to Dean, and their gazes caught as though they were frozen in time, every single one of her muscles tightening. She exhaled quickly and nearly ran after her son.

"No way."

Dean sat there, his jaw nearly on the table and his eyes glued onto the blonde walking down the sidewalk. Sam turned to see what caught his attention.

"Are you okay?"

He nodded before slowly looking at his brother. "I think- I think I just saw Emma."

Sam narrowed his eyes and his brows twisted in confusion. "Who's Emma?"

He looked down and rubbed his forehead. "Remember the five states shit I gave dad that one year when you and him went to Orlando?"

Dean paused and waited for Sam to nod, then continued.

"I spent most of the time, well the weekend, with her."

"Ah, that makes sense. But I don't remember Maine being one of the states."

"It wasn't. It was Boston."

"Come on Sammy boy, don't you see it? The connection?"

Sam ground his teeth and viciously dug his thumb into his palm.

Sam cleared his throat and looked at him. "Did she recognize you?"

He shook his head and looked at his cup with heavy shoulders. "No, she looked right through me."

"Good."

"Yea. Right." Dean nodded. Was he agreeing or trying to convince himself? It didn't really matter.

"The faster we finish this case, the faster we can get out of this town," Sam said as Ruby set their food down.

"Are you- are you guys here for the Kathryn Nolan case?" Ruby asked tentatively. The boys looked at her with curiousness.

"Yea, we're FBI." Dean was going to show her his badge, but she didn't seem to care and he was glad because he forked a piece of pie into his mouth and didn't want to talk.

"She's the woman whose heart was found in the jewelry box, right?" Sam asked, watching the hostess/waitress.

She nodded, but the boys could see her gnawing on the inside of her cheek.

"Were you close to her?" Dean asked.

Ruby shook her head. "No, but I was the one who found the box."

Dean saw Sam mirror his own look of confusion.

"But I thought the Sheriff's Assistant was the one who found it?" Sam asked looking back at Ruby.

"Oh, yea. Well, I was the Sheriff's Assistant for two days."

"Oh," Dean said, "Would you mind telling us where the Sheriff's station is?"

Ruby nodded, eager to help. "Two blocks down and it's on the right."

"Thank you. Hey, last question I promise," Sam said with a charming smile, "Did you know the old Sheriff?"

Dean could see the girl's shoulders lower just a fraction and her smile crack.

"You mean Graham? Yea, I knew him. He was good people."

Sam smiled gently before nodding, to which Ruby turned gave a small smile and turned to the cash register.

Sam leaned over to Dean and in between bites spoke.

"Guess I know where we're gong to next."