Emma watched the boys leave and waited to hear the door close behind them. It had been what- almost ten, eleven years since she last saw Dean? Hell, she never expected to see him again after that (very fun) weekend. Of course, nothing ever worked out in her favor, why should this have been any different.

She tried to roll the stress out of her shoulders and leaned against her desk facing Mary Margaret. First Henry, then this case and now those boys: was her life trying to break a record for the most complicated life in the shortest time?

"So, you knew the shorter one?" Mary Margaret asked, leaning against the cell door with her hands dangling through the bars, "He was kinda cute."

Emma's head snapped up. "What! No."

Her friend raised an eyebrow but Emma crossed her arms and tried to look anywhere but at her. Mary Margaret knew how to play the sheriff and kept quiet until it became overly uncomfortable.

"Okay, fine. Maybe I did but-"

"Ex boyfriend?"

"Oh, god no. Him? Ha! That guy couldn't be committed even if he was handcuffed to someone!"

Mary Margaret was now intrigued with this tid-bit of information. It was a refreshing break from the horrible predicament she was in, a break she so needed.

"Is that why you were so keen on kicking them out?"

"No."

"Then why?"

Emma didn't need the guys prying around town, or Mary Margaret prying into her past. It was only going to bring up a whole new can of worms that she wasn't ready to handle yet. In fact, she was hoping all this conversation could be forgotten, and preferably never brought up again.

She shrugged nonchalant, and looked at the door. "Because they're Feds. and they always make things harder than they need to be. Anyway, shouldn't you be worried about your case?"

Mary Margaret sighed heavily. "I can't really do much from this side now can I?"

"No, I suppose not," Emma said moving closer to her friend's cell, remembering exactly why she came running back to the station in the first place. "And I don't think you're going to like what I'm going to tell you."

Mary Margaret was silent, waiting for Emma to continue, but also hoping she wouldn't. From the way Emma looked concerned, Mary Margaret knew it wasn't good news. She didn't know if she could handle bad news —correction— she didn't want the bad news.

"I went back to the loft and-" Emma paused and reached into her jacket, pulling out an evidence bag, "I found this hunting knife under your bed in the heating vent."

The ex-teacher gasped, horrified of the article in front of her and when she got a closer look of the knife and what it was covered in, she nearly choked. She couldn't -didn't- want to believe what she saw.

"Is- Is that?"

"Yea," Emma said solemnly, putting the evidence on her desk. "It's covered in blood and I'm going to guess it belongs to Kathryn. I'm going to send it to forensics for confirmation."

"Oh my god. But how? I don't even know how to open that vent!" Mary Margaret said.

"Then someone broke in and planted it there."

Mary Margaret looked at Emma cautiously. She wasn't sure she was hearing what she thought. Was her friend really not believing in her? Out of all the people, she thought Emma (and David) would be the last ones to not believe her. This was just getting worst.

"You don't believe me, do you."

"I believe you, Mary Margaret, but I'm gonna need proof pointing in the right direction," Emma paused and looked compassionately at her friend, "and so far, everything is pointing at you."

"What are you trying to tell me?"

"I think it's time you get a lawyer." Emma said with a solemn nod.

"What an excellent idea!"

Both women turned to the doorway to see Mr. Gold standing there, or more like leaning forward on his cane with both hands.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to offer my legal services," Gold said, walking (more like limping) towards them. "I can be very persuasive, Ms. Swan."

Emma narrowed her eyes at the man. She didn't trust him. Not one bit.

She was already nervous about those agents being here, she didn't want to worry about Gold (purposefully) screwing up Mary Margaret's case.

"I'm sure you can, Gold. But what she needs now is for me to have space to do my job, not-"

"No one is stopping you," Gold said with a smirk. "I'm just trying to help."

"Please go."

"Ms. Blanchard, I strongly suggest you to reconsider-"

"Not you, Gold. Emma," Mary Margaret said, looking at the Sheriff, "I want to talk to my lawyer. Alone."

Emma gave her a curious look, as if to ask her if she was sure, and when she nodded back, she relented. She figured, if Gold is an enemy of Regina, then her enemy's enemy was her friend (more like alliance).

"Fine. You win. But you better have her best interest at heart," Emma said grabbing her coat and walking to the door.

Dean and Sam had stopped by the Diner to get some more information from Ruby, who seemed to be the town gossip: Henry went to Storybrooke Elementary, and lived in the biggest house up Mifflin. That was all they could get out of her though because Granny had called her away to help.

The boys were now cruising up Mifflin, keeping an out for the biggest house on the street. They figured that since it was well past 3 o'clock, the boy would be home by now.

"Don't you think a mansion is a bit too... big for a sheriff?" Dean asked, looking side to side for the house. He couldn't believe that a town sheriff was getting paid enough to live in a mansion, but hell, good for her if she was. It still didn't cease to intrigue him how different their paths went after that one weekend (of course it did, he was a hunter and she was a normal person with a normal life. They were always going to have different paths, they just happened to cross one night.)

"Yea, maybe her boyfriend is a rich guy or something," Sam said absently, digging his thumb into his cut. Dean turned to say something about the comment but stopped short when he saw the weight of the sleepless nights on his little brother's shoulders and face. He hated seeing his brother in this pain, carrying the burden that he did.

Dean glanced over at him with concern. "Are you okay? Is it him?"

Sam pasted on a weak smile but never looked at him. "Yea—No, I'm fine. I've got it."

"Alright, if you say so." Dean didn't believe a word he was saying, but he knew his brother was stubborn enough to not say anything. He was just going to have to keep an extra-extra eye on him. The last thing he needed was to babysit his adult brother while trying to figure out what god or creature was doing this.

They reached the white mansion, the last house on the street, and saw a small boy walking up the sidewalk and on the pathway to the house. Dean could see the boy had brown hair and was wearing a navy blue coat, a red and grey scarf and had a military green simple backpack.

"I think that's him," Sam said pointing to Henry.

"I wouldn't have guess," Dean replied shaking his head as he pulled over in front of the house.

"We'll start with Kathryn Nolan, then about Graham and see where that takes us. That good?"

Sam nodded and they both got out of the car and adjusted their suit jackets as they approached the boy. Dean was slightly hesitant, they usually spoke to the parents first then the kids, but they didn't have much of a choice here.

Henry was halfway up the path to the door when he turned around to face them. Dean saw that the small boy's head would barely reach his elbow and his hair was long, just brushing over his (very familiar) hazel eyes.

"Hey, Henry, how's it going?" Dean said as he approached the pathway with Sam following after him.

"Hi, uh- how did you know my name?" Henry asked cautiously, glancing between both of them. "Who are you?

"I'm Agent Banner, this is Agent Stark, we're with the FBI." Dean said. "We talked to your mom earlier, she told us about you."

"Really?" Henry asked, Dean could see him relaxing when he heard they were with the FBI. "Why?"

"We just needed to come talk to you, ask a few questions," Dean said, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Sam take out his notepad and scribble down a few notes.

"Oh, okay. About what?" Henry asked, his head tilted to the side with curiosity and Dean couldn't help the very small smile on his face.

(The boy looks a lot like his mom, right down to the tilted head.)

"About Kathryn Nolan, did you ever talk to her or see her?" Dean asked, his voice balanced between a casual but serious tone. He needed the boy to keep trusting him and to do that, he needed to make sure the kid thought he was a friend and not a superior and his tone would make all the difference.

Henry shrugged. "I didn't really talk to her but I did go to the welcome home party she had for David."

"Was she acting weird that night?" Sam interjected directly, looking at Henry with a concentrated, almost interogating, look. Dean knew it wasn't necessarily Sam's fault for his directness, having Lucifer nagging at you 24/7 wasn't a walk in the park, but still... as he watched Henry, something kept tugging at him (He needed to protect the little boy even from his own brother and that confused him even more) They needed to wrap this cas up, this town was getting to him, he was sure of it.

"What do you mean weird?" Henry asked.

"Weird like, did she see any strange lights or hear things that weren't there?" Sam clarified, a lot softer this time.

"No."

"No?" Sam jotted something in his notes before looking back up.

"What about Graham, was he acting weird?" Dean asked. He knew the boy was hiding something, he just needed to find out what, at the same time he needed to be gentle. Scaring the kid wouldn't get him any information.

"I thought this was about Kathryn?" Henry asked, glancing between the two men.

Dean nodded confidently. "It is, but we are also investigating Graham's death."

"Oh."Henry said flatly, glancing at the ground.

Sam looked up from his notes. "Did he act weird before his death?"

Henry pursed his lips and started to take a keen interest in the shrubbery at his side, abruptly ignoring the question.

Dean knew what the kid was thinking, the boy wanted to tell them about his fairytale characters theory, but every adult who he told didn't believe him. The kid knew he was labeled as a freak, and it struck a cord in him because he knew how it felt (granted he accepted that he was a freak, but it still bothered him in his younger years). They needed the boy to tell them his version, even if they have to crush his idea after he tells them for the sake of the case.

He crouched in front of the boy and looked up at him and the next words almost killed him. "Henry, you can trust us. I promise."

Henry looked at him, then at Sam, then back at Dean. Caution and fear coursing through him.

There had been no real investigation about Graham's death, but he knew who killed the late Sheriff. He just didn't think the FBI people would understand. He knew they wouldn't understand. Nobody but his real mom did and he was sure that she didn't completely believe like he did.

"You wouldn't believe me. No one does."

"Try me."

Henry hooked his thumb in his backpack shoulder straps as his eyes darted between the two guys. Something about these guys was different. He knew they weren't from the Enchanted Forest but they were allowed to come into Storybrooke (he could swear he could see them touched by magic, both dark and light). Henry couldn't tell how or why, but that made it easier to trust them.

He told them all about Regina's, the Evil Queen, and her curse and everything it brought and also about Prince Charming and Snow White's daughter being the Savior. He also explained Rumplestiltzkin's prophecy about the savior, and how on her 28 birthday she would break the curse. What he forgot to explain was the family tree, but that would have taken eons.

"Why do you think the Evil Queen killed Graham? Did it have anything to do with the Savior?" Dean asked. Henry shuddered at that memory, something he hated to think about.

"It had everything with the Savior," Henry said softly. "He started to remember about the Enchanted Forest, the Evil Queen's curse and who everyone really was. That's the last thing the Evil Queen wants."

"So Graham isn't the only one from that, 'Magic Woods', right?" Dean was seeming far more interested than he should have allowed and Henry was glad to see he was taking him serious. It had been a while since someone had taken him serious

(It also helped that he felt extremely comfortable with Agent Stark).

Henry let out as deep a sigh as his little body would allow. If they didn't believe him, then that was them, if they did then he would get more help. "Yes, everyone in town is a character from a fairytale book but they don't know it. The Evil Queen's curse stole their happy endings and so they're unhappy and miserable."

"If everyone is so unhappy with their life here, why don't they just leave?" Sam asked, feverishly writing in his notepad.

"Because! Nobody can leave! Bad things happen when they leave!" Henry said matter of factly, almost desperate.

"How can they break the curse?" It was Sam again.

Henry looked behind at the door of his house then leaned in close to the boys. Henry then leaned on his tiptoes to get a glimpse of what Sam was writing. Only one other person (Emma) knew of this very information, but for some reason, he felt he could trust Agent Stark, and if Agent Stark trusted Agent Banner then he trusted him too.

"You can't tell my mom this, she doesn't know," Henry said waiting for an agreement from the boys. Once they nodded, he continued.

"Snow White and Prince Charming had a baby and sent her through the magic portal to this land before the curse could touch her. After 28 the savior is suppose to break the curse."

"You've already told us that-" Dean said, his voice trailing. Henry was being more mysterious than most women he picked up.

"But I didn't tell you that the savior is in town."

"Who's the savior?" the men asked in unison. It made Henry feel good that they were taking him seriously, in fact, he felt ecstatic and satisfied that he was able to convince them the truth (of course he didn't know that Dean and Sam were going to flat out tell him his idea was folly, even if they believed it).

Henry leaned out of their huddle with a proud grin. "My mom."

Dean was more confused than ever. "But I thought she was the Evil Queen?"

Henry gave him a curious look, he thought he had explained that earlier. But maybe he wasn't clear enough.

"Emma is my real mom, the Savior. My adoptive mother is the Evil Queen."

"You're adopted?" Dean said. Henry could see how confused he was and would have laughed

(Did Agent Stark think Regina was his real mom?)

but Henry didn't get a chance to answer because the large white door of his house opened.

"Henry!" Regina called as she walked down the steps to her son. "Go inside, lunch is on the table."

"See you guys later!" Henry smiled and gave them a short wave before running inside the house, carefully avoiding his mother's hug. He was desperately hoping that they didn't tell her anything about Emma and he needed to finish explaining to the guys. He had a feeling he was going to run into them sooner rather than later.

Regina watched the door close before turning to the men. "I'm sorry, was my son bothering you?"

She spoke calmly, her tone and movements were calculated and everyone could see that.

The brothers shook their heads but it was Dean who spoke. "No, it's fine. We were just chatting. Good kid you got there."

(Damn, you didn't get to squash that kid's dream and idea. Probably for the better, right Sammie-boy?)

She smiled (a fake smile) and crossed her arms. "Thank you. I try."

Sam looked at her and smiled (falsely) genuinely.

(Now that is a beautiful woman, don't you think Sammy? I bet you'd like to-)

Sam coughed and quickly excused himself before addressing the woman again. "Must be hard when he thinks you're the Evil Queen."

Dean turned to him and gave him a wide-eyed look of 'shut-the-hell-up-what-are-you-doing'.

She started to turn red and Sam couldn't tell if it was from anger or embarrassment, or maybe even both. "He told you about his fairytale idea? I am so sorry about that."

(Just look at her! She is obviously the Evil Queen, she has the look and everything)

Sam grit his teeth, trying desperately to ignore Lucifer and his unwanted comments.

Dean smiled. "Oh, no. It was fine. The kid has an active imagination."

"Yes, very active imagination." She murmured.

"Oh how rude of me," The dark haired woman forced a smiled and extended her hand to the boys, "Mayor Mills."

"Agents Stark and Banner with the FBI."

She furrowed her eyebrows. She didn't remember calling FBI, hell she didn't even recall talking to anyone about FBI but nonetheless, she shook their hands.

"FBI, hm. May I ask why you were talking to my son? I trust he isn't in any trouble?"

"No, we were just seeing if he could help with the Kathryn Nolan case since Mary Margaret was his teacher." Sam said quickly. Trying to avoid any complicated issues, especially since they were dealing with the town mayor. This trip was becoming harder than it needed to be and Dean didn't look like he was any closer to leaving and the Mayor wasn't too happy they were there.

"You're working on the Kathryn Nolan case? I thought you guys would have bigger fish to fry?"

"We just go where they send us, m'am," Dean said. Sam put away his notebook in his jacket pocket and was just waiting to leave. He knew Dean wanted to ask her questions, but Sam had a really strong feeling it would end badly

(Of course you do. She is the Evil Queen! You know the boy is telling the truth. Hell you knew the minute you stepped into town).

Regina huffed. "Well thank you, but I trust our town sheriff can handle this case well on her own. We don't need your help."

"Once we solve it, we'll be out of your hair," Dean said sharply.

Regina groaned quietly, but Sam could see her gritting her teeth.

"Then I hope the case is solved very quickly," Regina said.

"Would you mind answering a few questions for us?" Dean asked.

She arms crossed, and maintained her cold stare but her voice was still too... calm. "What do you want to know?"

"Was Kathryn Nolan acting strange before her disappearance?"

"No, she was completely sane, Mary Margaret though, she is the insane one. You're wasting you time on me. Mary Margaret is the already in custody," She said with a smug look.

(Isn't she a bit too cheery for that poor teacher's demise. Sort of like- oh! Like she hates her with a passion! Didn't the Evil Queen hate Snow White that much?)

Sam thought about what Lucifer said. He could have a point, Regina was a little too happy about Mary Margaret's case.

Dean nodded and reciprocated her stiff smile. "Uh-huh. Thank you for your time, Mayor Mills."

The stiff smile never left Regina's face as they were ushered from the front of her house to their car. She stood at the entrance to the path to her house waiting for them to get in their car and drive away.

(Hey Sam, ask her about Graham. Go on, see what she says.)

Sam paused before getting into the car and turned to the mayor. "One question, Mayor. What was the nature of your relationship with Sheriff Graham?"

"None of your business," She replied stiffly, before turning and walking up to her house.

Dean smirked as he turned on the car. "Someone's got a crown up their ass."

"Yea, I'm not scratching her off the suspect list," Sam said, ignoring the lame pun, and studying his notes.

"You think she's the witch doing, er- did this?" Dean asked, as they drove back to the Bed and Breakfast.

"It wouldn't be the first time a witch took out her anger on a town," Sam said, looking over his notes. "I think Henry is telling the truth."

(You know he is telling the truth. Just figure out when Emma first got to town and when the first weird thing happened and you'll have the proof.)

Dean turned to him with a look of disbelief. "Maybe, but can someone, especially a witch really have the power to bring an entire town to from one… universe to another?"

(You can transport people, why not entire towns?)

Sam glanced at Dean pensively. "Who knows? It would make sense with everything going on."

Dean shook his head thoughtfully. "I just… It's so unbelievable. I think I'd be more comfortable if it was a pagan god. Why is it always witches."

Sam shrugged, but he understood his brother's thought. Witches aren't really monsters, killing her would be killing a human (Oh, Sammie-boy, it wouldn't be any different than killing a monster)

"At the very least, there are two people who have been linked to both victims: Emma and Regina. The Savior and the Evil Queen from his story."

"We just need to just figure for sure, who is doing this," Dean said non-chalant.

(You need to start asking the right questions, that's what you need Sammie-boy.)

Regina closed the door behind her and leaned against it. She didn't know what to make of the encounter with those FBI agents. No one was suppose to be able to come into town, unless of course they had a direct connection to it. And the only ones that came from out of town were Emma and Henry. So what were these agents doing in Storybrooke?

She pondered the thought: Maybe they were realm travelers like Jefferson the Mad Hatter; only they stayed here in this magic less realm. She couldn't understand why they would choose that, but then an even more horrendous thought plagued her.

(What if they are the ones who break the curse?)

She knew in her gut they wouldn't be the ones to break the curse, but she knew that person who could was close. Either way. The boys' presence was dangerous and she did not need them snooping around and foiling her careful and methodical plan

(In which she did not anticipate the FBI getting involved)

that she worked hard on. And if they found out her involvement, they would surely take Henry away and give him to Emma. She was sure of it and that was the very last thing she wanted.

She needed to make sure Henry didn't say anything too… Incriminating.

"Henry!" She called, from the bottom of the staircase. She was nervous, but steeled herself.

"Coming."

Within seconds he was walking down the staircase to her.

"Yes?"

Regina looked down at her son, her mind racing to a million things.

"Henry, what did those men ask you?" She asked evenly.

"Just about Kathryn and Graham," He said. She could see he was hiding something, he was her son after all.

"Did you say anything about your fantasy and fairytale stuff?" Regina asked strictly. If those agents thought Henry was crazy, and that she wasn't doing her job as a mother-

"Nope," Henry replied quickly, pursing his lips tightly.

She knew. That was all she needed to see. "Henry! They could take you away from me if they think I can't help you get rid of those fantasies!"

"Maybe they wouldn't have come if you hadn't killed Kathryn!" Henry shouted back.

"Is that what you think!" Regina said, the hurt evident in her voice.

"I know you did! All so Snow White can go to jail because you want your revenge!" Henry shouted.

"Enough with the fairytales! Go to your room!"

With that the two parted ways. Henry stomped to his room, slamming the door behind him and Regina stalked to the kitchen.

She was huffing, the adrenaline from the fight started to wane and she felt horrible. She shouldn't have yelled at him like that, but he also shouldn't have made those accusation

(Albeit he was right, but that wasn't the point. He was suppose to believe her) he is getting too close to the truth, and she needed him to stop with it before he foils her plans.

She was going to get her cake and eat it too, and nobody, not Emma or those agents, were going to stop her.

She looked at the clock, it was a quarter after 4. The man she needed to talk to should available.

She decided she needed to pay Gold a visit, so she locked up the house (made sure she left a note that she had a quick meeting to go to), got into her car, drove to main street. As she drove she wondered how she was going to make it up to Henry later. Maybe she'll make him his favorite dinner dish, or maybe let him have some hot chocolate before bed and (maybe) slip in an apology in there somewhere.

The drive was short and she walked up to the old pawn shop, the door ringing as she entered.

The man was standing behind the glass casing, wiping it down with a white towel.

"There's new people in town."

Gold looked up at her and quirked an eyebrow. "I didn't know you were the town crier now."

She frowned. "There are FBI agents snooping around our case. I need you to get them out of town."

Gold put his cleaning rag down and looked at her with patronizing patience in his eye. "I only agreed to help you with Kathryn."

Regina placed her hands on the glass case, and relished the self satisfaction as she saw him cringe at her hands smearing the once clean display case.

"Gold, if you don't help me, they're going to find out we were involved with the case and take away my son and then they'll figure out that you helped." Regina said ominously, hoping to scare him into helping her. But she should have known that there was no scaring Gold, the man who owned the town.

Gold smirked and looked at her with the most placid face. "I can assure you, dearie, they won't find out."

Regina narrowed her eyes, and wished she had magic at this moment.

(But it was a two way street, so maybe it wasn't such a great idea).

"But! because I'm so fond of the boy, I'll see what I can do."

"What's the price?" She asked cautiously. She knew he didn't work for free, especially when it came to 'taking care' of people.

"You have a lot of influence in this town, I could always use a favor," He said, a sly smile on his face.

"Fine." She gave him one more glare before turning to leave.

"Always a pleasure to do business with you, Mayor Mills."

Regina turned just before closing the door behind her.

"Just. Get. It. Done."