Emma sat cross legged against the headboard with nothing but the bed sheets pooling around her waist and a beer in her hand. Dean felt her eyes on him as he pulled on his jeans and buttoned up his shirt in the moonlit room. He usually hated this part, the awkwardness that sometimes follows after a very fun night, women usually wanted something more (like the thing called love); but not Emma. In fact she flat out kicked him out, so here he was (not so much) rushing to get his clothes on and get out. Of course he couldn't help but look at her every so often, enjoying how casual and comfortable she looked.

"Who was that on the phone, earlier?" She asked.

He looked back at her, half his shirt buttoned, and saw a red flush creeping up on her cheeks.

"I'm sorry," She said quickly, turning away."It's none of my business. I shouldn't have asked that."

Dean couldn't help but smile. She was cute, the kind of girl his mom probably would have loved for him to bring home. Alas, the women would never meet; but he planned on not running into Emma anytime soon and his mom, well, he hasn't seen her since he was five, and never will again.

"No it's fine. He was just an old buddy of mine," Dean said as he finished buttoning up his shirt and sat on the edge of the bed and started to put on his shoes.

"Oh," She said softly, leaning back against the headboard again. "So where are you off to next?"

He turned to her with a raised eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

"Exactly what I said," She replied, leaning forward, her elbows on her knees and her chin resting on her chin. "You and I both know you don't stay in one place too long. All that Federal Bureau stuff is BS."

"How did you know?"

Emma gave him a sympathetic smile. "You and I, we're similar. We run, we lie, we steal because-" she stopped and looked at her bottle again. "God, I'm sorry. Didn't mean to get all psych on you."

A small smile flickered on Dean's face before he went back to tying his shoe. She was right, he didn't know what she was going to say, but he had a vague notion as to what; and that scared him a bit.

He heard her put her bottle down and lean over the side of the bed.

"I'm probably going one state over."

He turned around to look at her and watched her pull on his jacket, electric green eyes looking right back at him. His eyes raked over her body, looking so small in his jacket that was five sizes too big on her.

"Hm, not gonna tell, huh?" She said, stretching her arms out, checking out how big the jacket was on her.

He leaned forward and squeezed her shoulders, and ran his hands down the lengths of her arm, giving her a quick but soft kiss.

"Not even a letter."

She feigned a frown before smiling. "Well aren't you mysterious."

"I try,"He said with a smirk before pulling back and moving to the edge of the bed to finish getting dressed. "What about you? Where are you going?"

She shrugged leaning over him to get her beer. "I don't know. I think I might stay here longer. Boston's been good to me."

"You like the city that much?" He said, standing up. The only thing left was his jacket, but he'd hate to lose the sight of her in it.

"It's okay," she replied, putting her beer down and dropping her hands to the bed and sliding across the comforter to lie on her stomach. The moonlight reflecting sinfully off her porcelain skin. If he didn't leave now, he never was.

"I should get going," he said, extending his hand for his jacket. As he reached forward, her tongue slid across her top lip and she slowly pulled away. Dean could feel the sight affecting him and she saw too as she glanced at his pants and a smug smirk sprawled across her face.

"You really should," She said, a sly smile slipped on her face as she leaned back on her elbows.

"I'm gonna need my jacket back." A knowing smirk itched it's way onto his face as he swayed towards her.

"You're going to have to come and take it from me."

Not one to back down from a challenge, he crawled onto the bed and leaned over her.

"I thought you wanted me to leave?" He asked, leaning down to give her long kiss.

"I do," She breathed between kisses. "Just not yet."

He was going to have a really hard time leaving, and he was looking forward to it.

As the boys approached the sheriff's station, Dean looked around and saw, once again, an empty parking lot.

"No one's home," Dean said, pointing to the very vacant Sheriff's Parking Spot.

Sam glanced at the spot. "Sheriff might be out, but the suspect might be here."

Dean nodded as they walked up to the Sheriff door. The only strong suspect the Sheriff had was a school teacher and hospital volunteer named Mary Margaret; and Dean seriously doubted such a lady could be responsible for such a gruesome murder as that of Kathryn Nolan's.

"You think it could be something... new?" Dean asked as his brother tugged on the door handle only to find it locked. Sam took out his tools and started to work on the lock

"What?"

"I mean, maybe it was something that Cas let out of Purgetory. You know, like the Leviathan."

After a loud clunk, the door opened without a struggle.

Sam shook his head at his statement. "If that was the case, then why is this the only one like it?"

Dean shrugged. "Maybe it was only one of this species, like the Mother of All."

The boys walked into the empty station and down the empty hall towards the sound of shuffling feet.

"Maybe it's just a crazed pagan god," Sam said to him.

"Emma please tell me-"

They rounded the corner of the hall to see a young woman, not older than 32 with short black hair. She looked like someone he knew, well the green eyes did. He had to assume it was Mary Margaret, the sole suspect of the case.

"I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else," She said, the disappointment evident in her voice.

"It's fine," Sam said stepping forward but Dean interupts whatever he is going to say next.

"Is Emma a friend of yours?" It rewarded him with a slap in the arm from Sam.

"Among other things," She said.

"What do you mean?" It was Sam's turn to be curious.

"She's the town Sheriff and the-" She paused and her forhead creased. "I'm sorry, who are you?"

"Agent Banner, this is Agent Stark. We're with the FBI," Sam said as the boys pulled out their badges for her to glance at and then put them away.

"Oh, Emma didn't tell me you guys were coming," She said, worry inching into her voice, "Are you guys here for the Kathryn- I mean, my case? Did Regina send for you?"

"Who's Regina?" Dean asked, as Sam pulled out his notebook.

"She's the Town Mayor."

"No, she didn't send for us, but if she did what would be her reason?" Sam asked, glancing up from his notepad.

"Well... I don't know- I guess to seal the case against me completely," She said softly, as she turned to go sit on the bed in the corner of the cell.

"Why would she want to do that to you?" Sam asked.

"I don't know, I know it doesn't make sense, but I know she wants me gone."

Dean looked around quickly and saw the Sheriff's desk with a file neatly ontop and he made his way to it, only to find that it was the Kathryn Nolan case. His brother continued to talk to Mary Margaret while he looked at the case file.

It was pretty solid, he saw that they even had fingerprints and motive: Kathryn is the wife of Mary Margaret's lover.

"It says here you think someone is framing you. Does that someone happen to be the Mayor?" Dean asked as he walked back to the cell and passed the file to his brother.

"Yes," She said flatly. "I know it's her."

Sam jotted some more things in his notes before looking up, "Did you see Kathryn any time close to her disappearance?"

"Yes, why?"

"Was she acting strange?"

"What do you mean?"

"Yea, like strange, weird. Did she mention anything about a strange light, or cold spots. Anything?" Dean interjected.

"No. We didn't really talk. I mean... I did have an affair with her husband."

"One last question: I heard you were a friend of Sheriff Graham's. Did he seem to be acting weird to you before he died?" Dean asked.

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"He was an old friend of ours."

"Oh, okay. Well... you know,once he did say he felt like he knew me from a previous life."

"Mary Margaret!" A worried disembodied voice called from down the hall. "It's not looking so good-"

All three turned to the hall to see Emma walking in and stop in her tracks at the sight of the two.

"What the hell are you guys doing here?" She asked, her hand on her gun.

"Agent Banner, this is Agent Stark," Sam repeated as they both showed her their badges. "We're with the FBI."

"FBI huh," Emma said, slowly approaching them and after she had a good look at their I.D.'s they put them away and looked at Mary Margaret. "Did you say anything?"

"Nothing we didn't already know," Sam said. Dean was taking every opportunity to look away so Emma didn't get a good look at him.

"What are you guys even doing here? I didn't call you," Emma said looking at the folder Sam had in his hand. Dean busied himself with his jacket, praying that this would finish fast.

"Well, it was just such an odd case, they sent us out to check it out."

"Okay, but I don't want you interrogating my suspect without me present."

"Emma!" Mary Margaret clearly wasn't too pleased about her new title.

She looked at Mary Margaret. "Sorry."

"Will do." Sam nodded and gave her a small smile. "Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"

"Me? Um, sure," Emma said, leading Sam to her office while Dean stayed with Mary Margaret.

"You know her?" Mary Margaret said to Dean, sitting on her bed.

"What?" Dean said, turning his eyes from Emma to Mary Margaret.

"Yea, you and Emma didn't look at each other at all," She said with a shy smile.

"No, I don't think we've met."

"Agent Stark, let's go." Sam said. The boys thanked the girls and walked out; Dean nearly ran out.

Once they reached the car Sam stopped.

"I think she remembered you."

"What, no." Dean said shaking his head as they got into the car.

"She totally did. She didn't look at you, not even a glance. What job did you tell her when you first met?" Sam asked as Dean started the car.

"I told her I was an FBI agent," He replied pulling out of the parking lot. "What did she say?"

Sam flipped open his book. "Same thing as in the case file. But she did say something interesting about that Sheriff Graham."

"What?"

"Well, it turns out that before he died, he was seeing this wolf-"

"Hell Hound?"

"No, it was a wolf that would just appear out of no where and it was also the same wolf she saw when she ran into the town sign."

"The jacked up one at the entrance?"

"Yea, that one. It turns out she thought he was losing it and he even went to go see her son for help."

Dean's brow twisted, "Wait, she has a son?"

"Yes. But here's the kicker: Her son thinks everyone here is a storybook character."

"She has a son?"

"Seriously Dean!"

"Alright, alright." Dean said, hastily. "So, what does the boy have to do with anything?"

"Well, according to Emma, Graham claimed that he was seeing flashbacks of an old life-"

"Like he knew that Mary chick from a previous life."

"Yes. So he went to Emma's son to ask for help and Henry-"

"Wait, who's Henry?"

"Emma's son."

"Oh."

"Anyway, Henry told Graham that he was the huntsman from the Snow White story."

"Well, both stories involve heart." Dean said lamely.

"Deaths are different, but I think maybe his ghost came back and was convinced of his character was the Huntsman and came back to finish the job with Kathryn."

Dean tapped the roof of the Impala a few times, looking up the street then back at Sam.

"I guess we have to pay a trip to Henry."