Dean pulled the Impala up to the side of the curb in front of a small diner. The rain had stopped, and it was almost as though it hadn't been raining at all. Sam looked at his brother, shaking his head, his eyebrows threaded into one above his eyes. Dean held up his hands and shrugged his shoulders. He didn't have a clue. They both walked into the diner. It was quiet, not much talking, and only a few customers. A slender brunette with red streaks down through the side of her hair walked up to them, a bright smile on her face. Dean looked her over, his eyebrows lifted in slight amusement. Her uniform barely covered her thin frame. Sam hit his brother across the chest, giving him a stern glance, which only made Dean chuckle slightly to himself.
"Hi," the waitress said, her pearly whites shining as she spoke. "You two aren't from around here, are you?" Dean smirked, nodding his head. "What gave you that idea?" She smiled back at him, twirling her pencil around in her fingers. "Storybrooke doesn't usually have visitors." Dean and Sam gave each other a quizzical look and looked back at the waitress. "My name is Ruby. Would you like a table or would you like to sit at the bar?" Dean nodded, looking over at Sam. They both answered, "Table."Sam continued,"Table would be good." Ruby smiled and turned to a table.
Ruby stopped at a table and placed two menus down on it as the boys sat down. "Granny's special tonight is Apple Pie and it's half off." Dean smirked up at the brunette. "Thank you. I'll have two." Ruby blushed, turning to Sam. Sam shook his head. "No, thanks. I'll just have a bread bowl of soup." Ruby nodded, and asked, "And would you guys like anything to drink?" Dean answered, "A large glass of milk would be perfect." Sam nodded his head. "I'll have an iced tea." Ruby smiled and walked off. Sam leaned across the table. "Do you always have to be thinking with your dick?" Dean leaned back in his chair, stretching his back. "Maybe you should think with yours a little more. When was the last time you got laid?"
Sam shook his head. "You know, we're not all like you, Dean." Dean shook his head in return. "No, but you have to admit, you do need to get laid more often." Sam sat back as Ruby walked back up to the table, setting down both of their drinks. "Your meals will be ready in a few minutes." Dean smiled at her, but refrained from giving her a wink. "Thank you, Ruby." She smiled and left them alone again. Sam shook his head. "You really can't help yourself, can you?" Dean laughed, lifting his milk, watching as Ruby leaned over the counter talking to an old woman in flannel. "No, I can't," he said, turning his head slightly so he could focus on the way her skirt almost shows the curve of her ass. "You're terrible," Sammy told Dean, but Dean didn't even hear what his brother was saying. He was lost looking at the girl named Ruby.
Dean didn't even notice the blonde who had walked in the diner until he walked over to Ruby and the old woman. "Hey, Emma," Ruby said. "Is there anything I can get you tonight?" Emma leaned against the counter, smiling to both Ruby and the old woman. "Just a coffee tonight. Long night." Ruby nodded and walk to go get her a cup. "Nice to see you, Sheriff Swan," the old woman greeted the sheriff. "How are you tonight?" Emma smiled to the older woman. "I'm good, How are you, Granny?" Granny smiled, working on some paper work. "Good. Good. Thank you, my dear." Emma smiled and looked around, looking at the few people who were in Granny's tonight.
Dean froze. He never thought he would see her again. Emma Swan. It had been more than ten years since he had seen her, but he would have recognized her anywhere. She was a little older, but she was still as beautiful as ever. She had always been pretty. He thought so. He had always thought so, from the moment he met her. He had been working on his own at the time, his father was off God knows where, so he was working jobs on his own. Sammy was at school and Dean was on his own. He really cared about Emma, but he could have never told her.
Dean stood up, leaving Sam confused at the table. Emmy looked like she wanted to run. She wished Ruby would hurry with her coffee and she could slip out of the diner, even the back way. Any direction so she wouldn't have to talk to Dean. But before she could even think he was standing in front of her. "Hi, Emma," he spoke, his voice gruffer and lower than she remembered. His voice had always made her weak in the knees, but there was something about it now that she couldn't ignore. She was stuck, nowhere to escape, and she couldn't even if she was able to.
"Hi," she was barely able to speak. He smiled, stepping closer to her. "Long time." Emma nodded, smiling at him. She couldn't help but smile. He looked so good. A little rough around the edges, but he always had been, maybe just a little bit more now. "Yeah," was all she could say. She didn't know what to say? What do you say to the man who left you high and dry and was the reason you were locked up in the first place. Not that she held it against him, she did make her own choices at that time anyway. She couldn't blame him, even though she did at the beginning... especially since she was pregnant and she had to give birth while she was in jail.
Ruby came up beside them and handed Emma her cup of coffee. Emma couldn't be more thankful in her whole life. "Thank you, Ruby," she said, smiling over at her before nodding to Dean. "Have a good night, Dean..." She started to walk by him, but then stopped, turning back to face him. "What are you doing here?" Emma asked, it finally sinking in that strangers never came to Storybrooke. She was the only one ever to come to this sleepy town. She had to know what Dean was doing here.
"My brother and I are here on business," he told her, nodding his head over to his brother. Emma turned to look at the man Dean had gestured to, nodding in return to his nod and then turning back to Dean. "Business," Emma said, repeating what he'd just said. He had used that excuse when he left her... business. She shook her head, as furious now as she had been when he had left. "Right," she said flippantly. Dean didn't understand her hostility. "Emma?" She stepped closer to him, holding her coffee cup up between them as if it would protect her from him hurting her again.
"Don't Emma me!" She said, her tone low and cold. "Not after the way you left me. I never wanted to see you again!" Dean was confused. He didn't know why she was so angry with him. Shaking his head, he took a step closer to her and she took a step back. "Just leave, Dean," she told him. "I don't want you here. Just leave." And with that, Emma left the diner, upset and angry. Dean slowly walked back over to the table, Ruby just a step behind him with his and Sam's food. "What did you do to hurt Sheriff Swan?" Dean looked up her, still confused. Ruby looked over at Sam and he tried to find an explanation, even if he had no clue what had ever happened between his brother and the sheriff of this small town. "It's a long story," Sam told her. Ruby looked back over at Dean and then back to Sam. "Ok... Well, enjoy your meals..."
Sam nodded, leaning across the table when Ruby left. He was sure Dean had never been here to Storybrooke before in his life, so he had to have met this sheriff somewhere else. "So, you going to tell me what that was all about?" Dean slowly shook his head, looking back at the door. "I don't know," he said, turning back to face Sam, but not looking at him, shaking his head in confusion. "Where do you know her from?" Dean looked up at his brother, picking up his fork. "Arizona," Dean said, not saying any more. "Arizona?" Sam questioned. "Yeah," Dean said shortly. "Arizona." Sam looked up at the door and back at his brother. He didn't know what had happened, but he was sure he'd find out sooner or later.