Lights Will Guide You Home

"I'm 99.9% sure that we're lost, Dean." Layla huffed from the backseat of the Impala. They'd been driving for ages now, and she was certain that her brother had taken a wrong turn somewhere along the way. It didn't help much that they'd end up on some weird, windy backroad with no lights or signs on it either, just miles of woods on either side of them. She didn't think a single car had passed them since making whatever turn it was that was the wrong one. She'd find it more strange if it wasn't such an ungodly hour of the morning. It wouldn't be so bad if the seats were a little bit more comfortable, or if she was allowed to stretch out in the back. Dean had a rule against putting feet on the seats though, something she found absolutely ridiculous considering the number of girls she was certain he'd had back there for a good romp over the years.

Stifling a yawn, she leaned her head against the cool glass of the window. "We've been driving for hours now. We should have gotten to Portland ages ago. I don't know if you've noticed, but this doesn't look city-like at all." She knew her brother though, and she knew that he was too hard-headed and proud to admit that he'd gotten them lost. No, he was a wonderful navigator. Dean Winchester never got lost. Ever. Layla was going to call bullshit on that one right now.

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"And I'm 99.9% sure that we aren't lost." Dean countered, rolling his eyes slightly. He'd lost count of how many times both Layla and Sam had made a comment about how they were lost or how he'd taken a wrong turn or better yet that they should just find a rest stop or diner some place and ask for directions. The latter of the three would be easier if they'd actually passed a rest stop or diner, but they hadn't in hours. In fact, there was next to nothing on this road they were on. No cars. No lights. Nothing except for miles and miles of deep forest on either side of them. It would be eery and maybe even a little freaky if Dean hadn't seen everything that he had in his life. He knew eery and freaky though and this definitely wasn't it.

"Layla's right, Dean. We should have reached Portland hours ago. We should just look for somewhere to crash for tonight and regroup in the morning." Sam chimed in, punctuating his words with a slight yawn. Clearly the two younger Winchesters could use some sleep, and the oldest one could as well, but he couldn't exactly stop in the middle of bumfuck no where now, could he? He needed to find some sort of civilization first.

"Would you two quit your whining already? We aren't lost. I'll stop somewhere once I can, but, in case you haven't noticed, there isn't a single soul out here right now. Unless you two plan on becoming one with nature, shut your cakeholes." Dean snapped, clenching his jaw slightly. He was getting a bit pissy for two reasons: one, Layla and Sam wouldn't stop bringing up that he'd gotten them lost and two, he'd been driving for much longer than he'd anticipated and all he wanted was some damn pie and a burger right about now before he crashed.

That was when he noticed a sign up ahead. The first one he'd seen in ages. "Welcome to Storybrooke. Looks like you two have had your prayers answered." He said as he drove on, crossing the invisible town line.

@ the corpse bride.
Emma sat at Granny's with her parents and Henry. They all chatted away about not important things but were having the time of their lives. Because they were family and they were together. The curse was broken what felt like ages ago and Emma knew who she was now. She was the Savior. She had her parents back in her life and she had her son. She felt like nothing could bring her down. Sure things in Storybrooke were never what they seemed but Emma had already grown used to it.

She wouldn't admit it aloud but she still couldn't believe that all of this was real. Her parents were Snow White and Prince Charming. Her son's step mother was the Evil Queen. It was all very shocking but Emma didn't want anything to ruin the time she was now spending with Henry and her parents. She knew soon something was bound to happen and make everything go wrong but she couldn't focus on the future when she was in the now.

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Killian sat at Granny's where everyone usually gathered. He sat at the bar and pour his bottle of rum into his cup that Granny had given him with his food. He wasn't hungry but he appreciated the offer. He felt like something was missing with him and he didn't know what it was. He looked over at Emma and her family. Maybe that was what he was missing. A family. Someone to love.

Where the bloody hell was all this coming from? He was a pirate, he never needed love before. Well there was one but Killian didn't like to think about her anymore. He had pushed it down years ago and focused his sadness into anger and he wasn't about to change that any time soon. He looked over out the window and saw an unfamiliar car driving through the town. He raised his eyebrows. Nobody new ever came here. This place was off the map unless you were a storybook character.

"Storybrooke? What the hell kind of town name is that?" Layla questioned. Not only that, but she'd never even heard of this town before. Granted, from what she could tell, it seemed like a fairly small town, but she didn't even recall seeing it on the map or anything when they'd been mapping their route out to Portland. She didn't think that Dean had gotten them that lost, and she certainly doubted that they were outside of Maine, there would have been one of those signs announcing that they were in a different state, so what the hell even was this place?

"I don't know, but I see a diner, so if they have burgers and pie I don't even care about a stupid name." Dean said as he parked the Impala a little ways down the street, not too far away from a yellow bug actually. Layla didn't catch the slight change in his brother's demeanor when he spotted the other car though. Now that she thought about it, a nice juicy burger and some apple pie sounded freaking amazing right about now.

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Dean couldn't shake the sense of familiarity he felt when he spotted the yellow bug parked a little ways further down the street from the Impala. Emma. He still remembered her. How could he possibly forget someone like her? Although, will all the shit that had been going on over the years, he hadn't exactly thought of her recently, bur he still remembered her. He knew that his thoughts were irrational though. It was just a coincidence. It was a different yellow bug. It wasn't hers. It was just the same type of car. It couldn't be hers. The chance that it was hers was insignificantly small. It just couldn't be hers. He refused to get his hopes up and believe that it was.

"I'm with you there." Layla said, taking him out of his reverie as she climbed out of the Impala. In response, Sam simply shook his head and gave a slight roll of his eyes, clearly not agreeing with his siblings' constant choice in food. Layla and Dean were both extremely similar in that sense, personality wise and so much more. They sometimes joked that Sam wasn't related to them or something along those lines anyway. "Sammy's gonna get himself some rabbit food like always." Dean said, causing Layla to laugh as the siblings walked towards the restaurant.

@ the corpse bride.
Emma looked out the window when she noticed a bunch of people staring. Emma was curious to see what was going on. When she saw a familiar Chevy Impala drive by Granny's her eyes went incredibly wide. She had never met anyone else who had that exact car. It had to be him. But it couldn't be. There was no way it was him. Dean.

Emma watched as the three walked in. Her eyes instantly went to him. She tried not to stare but it had been so long. Emma looked over at Henry. He didn't know. Nobody but Emma knew. It had been thirteen years since she had last seen Dean. The same amount of years that Henry had been alive. She watched as Henry clearly had no idea who Dean was.

She looked back at Dean and could feel her heart racing. She didn't know if she should say something or just watch him until he noticed her.

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Killian watched as three new people walked into the diner and sat down a few seats away from him. He noticed a girl with them and raised his eyebrows at her. Killian wouldn't lie. She was beautiful. Maybe this is what he needed. Someone to pass his time. Killian looked over at Emma's table and noticed that Emma seemed to be stunned and he was confused. Could she possibly know these people?

Killian took another drink of his rum before he looked over at the girl in the trio. He sent a smirk her way and titled his cup at her. He wanted to say something but he watched as the taller of the two guys sent him a small glare and Killian instantly turned his head away from the three. Bloody hell, he was a pirate he shouldn't be intimidated by a guy that just happened to be taller than he.

Layla let out a quiet laugh in response to Dean's words as she followed suit towards the diner. Without even looking at Sam, she knew exactly what expression her brother was wearing. Is was the one that she had deemed his bitch face and she knew that it was most definitely directed towards her and Dean right about now. "You know you love us, Sammy." She said, sending a Cheshire cat grin his way. "You'd be lost without us, just admit it."

"I'd love it if you two would finally quit calling me Sammy and I'd like you both to get lost." Sam sassed, causing Layla to pout. "Ouch. That hurts, Sam. Right in here." She placed her hand over her heart before letting out another laugh. She knew that her brother didn't mean it. This whole conversation was all in good fun, although she did know for a fact that Sam hated when she or Dean called him Sammy. They'd stopped for a while, only sneaking in the nickname every so often, but now it was back and in full force too.

If it weren't for her growing hunger, she probably would have noticed the slight change in Dean's demeanor. He'd been different since they'd gotten out of the Impala, but she hadn't noticed. What she did notice was the guy seated at the counter in the diner, a drink that had to be something strong in his hand. Hazel eyes locked with a pair of blue ones momentarily, and she noticed the smirk that he sent her way. Suddenly Sam's bitch face was directed towards someone other than her and Dean. "Really, Sam?" She whispered, shooting a look her brother's way. "Always taking away my fun." She stuck her lower lip out in a slight pout.

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Dean still wouldn't believe that it was her car. He was back to being lost in his own thoughts. He hadn't even caught half of the banter going on between Layla and Sam as they entered the diner, nor did he notice the guy smirking at Layla either. If he had, he probably would have reacted similarly, if not worse, than Sam did. He knew that it pissed off Layla beyond belief, and it was the stereotypical older brother reaction, but how else was he supposed to react when some guy was smirking or ogling over his little sister? He knew that she could handle herself, she was a spitfire that was for sure and he'd been sure to teach her how to pack a punch the second she was old enough to do so, so he didn't have to worry about her, but he still did. And he knew that Sam did too.

The thing was, this time he wasn't picking up on it. He had other things currently occupying his thoughts and attention, and it, surprisingly enough, wasn't the guy seated at the counter eyeing up his sister. No, it was the familiar blonde seated a few feet away. He didn't know if she had spotted him, but he'd sure as hell spotted her. He couldn't believe it. It was actually her. It had been so long. Thirteen years to be exact. He didn't know what to do. She was seated with a group of people. A kid who looked to be around twelve or thirteen, and a younger couple, both of which looked to be around the same age as Emma. He noticed the kid look his way before whispering something to Emma, but she didn't look his way. Not once. That was strange.

@ the corpse bride.
Emma stared down at her cup of hot coco with wide eyes, "Mom are you okay?" Henry asked her. Emma looked up from her cup and looked at Henry, "What? Oh yeah. I'm fine." She said, obviously lying. She ran a hand through her hair, "I just need from fresh air really quick." She said. Emma stood up and didn't give anyone time to respond before she bolted out the door and outside.

Once outside she took a breath before she felt the tears welling up in her throat. No. She wouldn't do this. She couldn't do this. It had been thirteen years. She needed to be over it by now. It was just so hard and seeing him was bringing up all the feelings that she had felt and the hurt that she had felt when he didn't show up that night.

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Killian looked back over towards the girl and noticed that she was looking at him. He smirked once more and then watched as Granny walked over and took their orders. Killian looked towards the door when he heard it open, noticing that Emma bolted out and walked away from the diner. Killian was confused but decided to not question it.

He turned his attention back towards the girl. Usually he was good with these kind of things but didn't want to upset the guy with her that was sending him constant glares. Killian took a long swig of his rum before he took a breath and walked over towards the girl, "We don't get a lot of new people around here." He said with a smile and sat himself down next to her.

Dean's attention was solely focused on Emma. He was surprised that Layla and Sam hadn't noticed, although the two seemed to be bickering yet again so he wasn't all that surprised. He just couldn't believe that she was here. What were the chances of them running into each other again? This was a small town that seemed to be pretty far off of the grid, so what were the chances that he'd end up getting lost and wind up in the same town as a woman he hadn't seen in thirteen years? He supposed he'd dealt with stranger, on a daily basis no less, but this was almost crazier than the fact that he, Sam and Layla hunted down all the things that go bump in the night.

He wanted to talk to her, but he was hesitant. He didn't know if she'd still be pissed that he hadn't shown up, although dying and getting sent to hell seemed like a pretty good excuse for not showing up in his opinion, not that he was going to tell her that was what had happened. She'd probably laugh in his face if he told her that, and thought he should be sent to the crazy house or something. He wanted to still talk to her though, but he didn't know if she'd even noticed him yet. He got his answer though when she stood up, a pained expression on her face, and made her way out of the little diner.

"I'll be right back." Dean said to Layla and Sam. Without giving either of them much of an explanation, he stood up and followed the familiar blonde out of the restaurant. "Emma..." For once, Dean Winchester didn't know what to say to a woman. He didn't have some witty, smart-ass comment to make. He didn't have some cheesy pickup line to utter. He was just at a complete loss for words.

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"We're only staying here for the night, and I'm not getting my own room so you can shack it up with some random local, Layla." Sam said, shooting a look her way. Layla simply rolled her eyes in response to his words and crossed her arms, leaning back in the booth. She was surprised that Dean hadn't had something to add. Normally when Sam went into overprotective older brother mode, Dean wasn't far behind. But that didn't seem to be the case tonight. The oldest Winchester seemed...distracted.

Before Layla could say anything, an older woman was coming over to the table to take their orders. She ordered the same exact thing that Dean did: bacon cheese burger with fries and a black coffee. She resisted the urger to roll her eyes when Sam ordered a salad, always the healthy one.

Just after the trio had placed their orders, Dean was excusing himself from the table momentarily. Before she or Sam could say anything, he was walking out of the restaurant. Layla would have chalked it up as her brother going to grab something from the Impala, maybe he'd left his phone there and was planning on giving Bobby a call or something, but a blonde woman had walked out moments before Dean had, seeming upset. "Looks like you might need to get another room anyway." She said to her brother, smirking slightly.

What she hadn't expected was for the stranger to come over to their table and sit down next to her. Shit, he's British... She knew that Sam wouldn't take very lightly to the guy sitting with them at all, and before she could utter a single reply, Sam was speaking. "We're just passing through." He said, a not so pleased expression on his face.

"Our brother took a wrong turn a few miles back, we're supposed to be in Portland." Layla added, her demeanor much less harsh than her brothers.

@ the corpse bride.
Emma froze when she heard her name. She closed her eyes before turning around and facing Dean, "That's me." She said sarcastically. She wouldn't deny it. She was still incredibly pissed at Dean for never showing up. He never even tried to look for her. She would have known if he had, "What are you doing here, Dean?" She asked and gave him a slight glare.

Emma felt her eyes drift back towards Granny's and she watched as Henry talked with her parents. She noticed that he glanced over at her through the window and gave her a weird look as to the guy that she was talking to. Little did either of them know who Dean really was to Henry.

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Killian smiled at her before the other guy instantly shut Killian down for the girl. Killian then looked when he noticed the girl talking to him and smiled again here, "Well thank god for getting lost. There is no better place to end up when you're lost than Storybrooke. Granny's is the best place to stay here as well as the only place to stay here if I'm being honest." He said with a smile.

He noticed the taller guy giving Killian another death glare. He wouldn't admit it aloud but he felt kind of intimidated by this guy. It was probably only because he was much taller than Killian, "Granny's also has the best food. Wouldn't want to eat anywhere else." He added.

Dean honestly wasn't at all surprised by her harsh and cold demeanor. It was what he deserved, and he knew now that she still hadn't forgiven him for not showing up thirteen years ago. If he could explain it to her he would, but he'd gotten to know Emma in the short time that he'd known her. He knew that she wouldn't believe him if he told her the truth. She'd think he was crazy and that would be the end of it. Maybe she was better off hating him. After all, just about everyone connected to Dean in some way, shape or form seemed to get hurt or worse, killed. Ellen and Jo. His parents. Bobby. The list went on and on. He wouldn't add Emma to that list. He couldn't.

"Just passing through." He told her honestly. "Was supposed to be in Portland. I took a wrong turn a few miles back." He punctuated his words with a slight shrug of his shoulders as if to say 'what can you do?' This conversation was an awkward one, he knew that it was. He just didn't know what to say to her. "It's been a while..." Probably not the best choice, but at least it was out there in the open now. If she wanted to yell at him she could. He knew that he definitely deserved it. There was no doubt about that.

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"I guess it's a good thing we ended up here then." Layla said, a slight smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She wanted to kick Sam so badly for the continuous death glares he was sending the attractive stranger's way. Couldn't he can it with the overprotective older brother act already? She was twenty-seven, not twelve. Sometimes she felt like it though the way that both Dean and Sam acted when a guy so much as looked at her the wrong way, or what they deemed the wrong way anyway.

"We're only staying the night, gotta get back on the road in the morning." Sam said cooly. Layla resisted the urge to roll her eyes at her brother's tone. He was being absolutely ridiculous right now, not to mention a little embarrassing too. She was kind of glad that Dean was distracted right now though, he wouldn't have made matters any better. That much she was certain of.

"I'm Layla." She introduced herself, figuring it was better to change the subject than stick to it at the rate it was going. "This is my brother Sam. The one who walked out a few minutes ago is my other brother Dean."

@ the corpse bride.
Emma wanted to laugh at the fact that he got lost getting here, "Still not willing to admit when you're lost, huh?" She teased but kept a straight face. She raised her eyebrows when he said it had been a long time, "Yeah you think. Thirteen years, Dean." She stated, as if it wasn't obvious, "Thirteen years!" She yelled before she took a breath. She didn't want to lose it in front of him. She didn't want to show that she was still effected by what happened.

The night she was left waiting for Dean was the night she decided she wasn't going to let a man hurt her the way that Dean had. There were so many things she wanted to scream at him in that moment. She wanted to hit him. She wanted to cry. She wanted to yell at him. But she also wanted to hug him because he was here. But she just stood there, frozen to the spot.

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Killian gave her a charming smile at her words before he looked over at her brother, "Ah. The road calls to you. I understand. The sea calls to me." He said. When she introduced herself he grinned, "Beautiful name for a beautiful girl." He said before he stuck out his hand, "I'm Killian." He introduced, thankful that the two guys with her were her brothers and not in a relationship with her or something.

"So what was your reasons for traveling to Portland?" He asked. He wasn't quite sure where Portland was to be honest. The only place he knew was Storybrooke. But that was because he was still pretty new to Storybrooke. But he didn't care he was just thankful that they had gotten lost on their way there.

@ the corpse bride.
Emma wanted to laugh at the fact that he got lost getting here, "Still not willing to admit when you're lost, huh?" She teased but kept a straight face. She raised her eyebrows when he said it had been a long time, "Yeah you think. Thirteen years, Dean." She stated, as if it wasn't obvious, "Thirteen years!" She yelled before she took a breath. She didn't want to lose it in front of him. She didn't want to show that she was still effected by what happened.

The night she was left waiting for Dean was the night she decided she wasn't going to let a man hurt her the way that Dean had. There were so many things she wanted to scream at him in that moment. She wanted to hit him. She wanted to cry. She wanted to yell at him. But she also wanted to hug him because he was here. But she just stood there, frozen to the spot.

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Killian gave her a charming smile at her words before he looked over at her brother, "Ah. The road calls to you. I understand. The sea calls to me." He said. When she introduced herself he grinned, "Beautiful name for a beautiful girl." He said before he stuck out his hand, "I'm Killian." He introduced, thankful that the two guys with her were her brothers and not in a relationship with her or something.

"So what was your reasons for traveling to Portland?" He asked. He wasn't quite sure where Portland was to be honest. The only place he knew was Storybrooke. But that was because he was still pretty new to Storybrooke. But he didn't care he was just thankful that they had gotten lost on their way there.

Dean honestly wasn't sure of what to make of her teasing. Her tone of voice was certainly teasing, however the expression on her face seemed to say otherwise. He really wasn't at all surprised when she started shouting. That was precisely what he'd been waiting for her to do. It was the reaction he was expecting from her, what with the amount of time that had passed and how he'd left things with her. He had a good explanation for it all, he just couldn't exactly tell her it.

Sighing softly, Dean ran a hand through his cropped hair. "I know, Emma." He said. "And you have every right to be upset...I wish I could explain everything to you, I really do, but it's...complicated." He winced slightly at his own words. He knew that she would't take what he'd said very lightly at all, and he was kind of just waiting for shit to really hit the fan. It would happen soon enough, he was certain of it. And he was also certain that he deserved every insult and name that she sent his way too.

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"That's confidential." Sam said cooly before Layla could get a word in edge-wise. Layla was going to strangle him later, that much she was certain of. The second they got a hotel room, she was going to tear into him. One would expect that Dean, being the oldest, would be the most overprotective, but that position was reserved for Sam. Layla hated it. He acted like she was a fifteen year old girl. She was twenty-seven, old enough to be married with kids. She didn't need him playing the overprotective older brother card whenever a guy so much as looked her way. She could fight her own battles.

"We're working a case. We work for the FBI." Layla told Killian. It wasn't a lie per say. They had the fake badges to prove it, but she wasn't about to go into detail or tell him the truth or anything like that. "It's kind of a family thing." She punctuated her words with a slight shrug of her shoulders. Before she, or anyone else seated at the table for that matter, could say anything else someone else spoke up. "What concern does the FBI have in Storybrooke?" It was a kid. He was probably about thirteen or so, give or take a few years. He'd been sitting at the same table the blonde Dean had followed out of the restaurant was sitting at. "We're just passing through." Layla told him with a smile. "We have nothing to be concerned about here."

@ the corpse bride.
Emma wanted to strangle him at his words, "Complicated?!" She spat, "No you know what's complicated? Three years ago on my birthday a kid showed up at my door telling me that he was my kid and brought me back here to his adopted mother who wanted to kill me every time she saw me with him. What's complicated is that he has asked me before about---" She cut herself off there and stared at Dean wide eyed. She couldn't believe she almost just said what she had been holding in for thirteen years.

How could she be so stupid. How could she almost let her anger get the best of her and tell him everything. Of course Emma knew that she would have to tell Dean eventually. He was Henry's father. He had a right to know. She took a breath and let herself calm down before she continued, against her own willingness, "He has been asking me about his father. What's complicated is that I don't know how to explain to him that his father left me waiting for him on a street corner and hasn't been in contact since." She finished, not looking Dean in the eye.

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Killian was actually starting to get quite annoyed with her brother constantly poking in on the conversation he was trying to have with Layla. He was about to respond to her words when Henry interrupted them, "Ah Henry." He said and looked at Layla, "Layla this is Henry. Henry this is Layla and her brother Sam. Her other brother Dean just walked outside not too long after your mum."

Killian smiled towards Layla and was trying to be polite to everyone no matter how much he wished that everyone would just leave them be and stop interrupting. This girl fascinated him in many ways. First it was how protective her brother was over her but she was clearly able to handle herself. Now it was finding out that she worked in the FBI. He didn't really picture it but of course nobody ever pictured Hook to be the good guy in the end so he tried not to jump to conclusions.

@ the corpse bride.
Emma wanted to strangle him at his words, "Complicated?!" She spat, "No you know what's complicated? Three years ago on my birthday a kid showed up at my door telling me that he was my kid and brought me back here to his adopted mother who wanted to kill me every time she saw me with him. What's complicated is that he has asked me before about---" She cut herself off there and stared at Dean wide eyed. She couldn't believe she almost just said what she had been holding in for thirteen years.

How could she be so stupid. How could she almost let her anger get the best of her and tell him everything. Of course Emma knew that she would have to tell Dean eventually. He was Henry's father. He had a right to know. She took a breath and let herself calm down before she continued, against her own willingness, "He has been asking me about his father. What's complicated is that I don't know how to explain to him that his father left me waiting for him on a street corner and hasn't been in contact since." She finished, not looking Dean in the eye.

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Killian was actually starting to get quite annoyed with her brother constantly poking in on the conversation he was trying to have with Layla. He was about to respond to her words when Henry interrupted them, "Ah Henry." He said and looked at Layla, "Layla this is Henry. Henry this is Layla and her brother Sam. Her other brother Dean just walked outside not too long after your mum."

Killian smiled towards Layla and was trying to be polite to everyone no matter how much he wished that everyone would just leave them be and stop interrupting. This girl fascinated him in many ways. First it was how protective her brother was over her but she was clearly able to handle herself. Now it was finding out that she worked in the FBI. He didn't really picture it but of course nobody ever pictured Hook to be the good guy in the end so he tried not to jump to conclusions.

Dean winced at the volume of her words. She was upset, he knew that much, and he understood why she was, and he knew that his explanation wasn't exactly helping his cause either. What else was he supposed to say to her? 'Sorry, my brother, sister and I hunt supernatural creatures. My brother died, so I sold my soul to a crossroads demon to bring him back and was only given a year before I was sent to hell. That year happened to be up the same day I was supposed to meet you.' Yeah, that would go over real freaking well, Winchester. He thought bitterly.

Her later words shocked him completely though. He was at a loss for words, and was kind of sick to his stomach. He didn't say anything at first, just trying to process what she had just told him. Emma was pregnant when he stood her up thirteen years ago. Emma was pregnant with his kid when he stood her up thirteen years ago. As if his life wasn't complicated enough as it was. "I--you--what?" He stammered.

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Layla sent a kind smile the boy's, Henry, way. "It's nice to meet you Henry." She said. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something eerily familiar about the kid. She didn't know why that would be the case, she'd never met him before. Needless to say, she couldn't quite place or explain this sense of familiarity, but it was definitely there. And then she realized what Killian had said to Henry. Dean had followed the kid's mother outside a few minutes ago. Why had her brother followed the kid's mother outside? Stealing a glance over to her brother, she could see that Sam seemed to be thinking the exact same thing. What the hell was going on here?

"Passing through to where?" Henry asked. "No one ever passes through here. We never get anyone new in town, even if it's just for a day or two." The kid's words struck Layla as odd. Why wouldn't a town, albeit as small as this one, never getting anyone passing through? She, Sam and Dean had passed through towns even smaller than this one before and no one ever seemed to bat an eyelash about it. What made Storybrooke so different from all of those other towns? "Portland. We're working a case there. My brother, Dean, took a wrong turn a few miles back. This was the first town we came across."

@ the corpse bride.
Emma watched as Dean processed what she had said to him, "Henry. The kid in there standing over at the bar with the guy and girl you came here with. Yeah that's your son, Dean." She said before she started pacing around, running a hand through her hair. Everything was fine. Everything was finally fine and now this happens. She didn't understand why or how but things just couldn't stay find for long in this town.

"I just thought you'd wanna know." She said bitterly before she turned on her heel and walked back inside and straight over to Henry, "Sorry about that, kid. Was feeling kind of dizzy. And just who is this?" She said as she looked over to the guy and girl Dean had come with, "This is Layla and her brother, Sam. Their brother Dean is the guy that was outside with you. They were just passing through to Portland. Although nobody ever passes through here." Henry explained. It was odd that Dean had managed to pass through here. Usually if you weren't a storybook character you didn't manage to find yourself in Storybrooke.

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Killian watched as Henry brought up the weirdness about Layla and her brother's just passing through. Killian found it odd as well but he didn't touch on the subject matter. He watched as Emma walked back in and over to Henry, "Ah yes. This is Emma. Henry's mum." Killian explained to Layla and Sam. He noticed that Emma seemed a bit off and he raised an eyebrow at her, "Everything alright, Swan?" He asked curiously.

He noticed that Emma looked down at Henry before she looked over her shoulder to Layla's other brother outside and then turned back to Killian, "Everything's fine." She said. He didn't quite believe her but wasn't going to press her on the subject. He looked over at Layla and noticed that she looked a bit off too.

@ the corpse bride.
Emma watched as Dean processed what she had said to him, "Henry. The kid in there standing over at the bar with the guy and girl you came here with. Yeah that's your son, Dean." She said before she started pacing around, running a hand through her hair. Everything was fine. Everything was finally fine and now this happens. She didn't understand why or how but things just couldn't stay find for long in this town.

"I just thought you'd wanna know." She said bitterly before she turned on her heel and walked back inside and straight over to Henry, "Sorry about that, kid. Was feeling kind of dizzy. And just who is this?" She said as she looked over to the guy and girl Dean had come with, "This is Layla and her brother, Sam. Their brother Dean is the guy that was outside with you. They were just passing through to Portland. Although nobody ever passes through here." Henry explained. It was odd that Dean had managed to pass through here. Usually if you weren't a storybook character you didn't manage to find yourself in Storybrooke.

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Killian watched as Henry brought up the weirdness about Layla and her brother's just passing through. Killian found it odd as well but he didn't touch on the subject matter. He watched as Emma walked back in and over to Henry, "Ah yes. This is Emma. Henry's mum." Killian explained to Layla and Sam. He noticed that Emma seemed a bit off and he raised an eyebrow at her, "Everything alright, Swan?" He asked curiously.

He noticed that Emma looked down at Henry before she looked over her shoulder to Layla's other brother outside and then turned back to Killian, "Everything's fine." She said. He didn't quite believe her but wasn't going to press her on the subject. He looked over at Layla and noticed that she looked a bit off too.

Dean was at a loss for words. He had a son. He couldn't believe it. He had a son with Emma, and he'd missed out on thirteen years of the kid's life. And now, by pure chance, or so he thought, he happened to end up in the same town as Emma and Henry. It almost seemed like too much of a coincidence, and he probably would have realized that if he weren't still in such complete and utter shock over the news.

He opened his mouth to say something, but noting came out. Before he could muster up anything, Emma was retreating back into the diner. He watched silently for a couple of seconds before following suit. "What's this about no body passing through here?" He asked, having overheard the kid, his kid, say something to Emma. He wanted to say something to Emma, but he knew that this wasn't the time or the place. He wanted to tell her the truth, he doubted that them having a kid together would make her believe it any more than if Henry wasn't in the picture at all though. He was just going to try to act as normal as possible for the time being.

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"Henry was just saying how they don't get a lot of people passing through here often." Layla told her brother, eyeing him curiously. Something was off, that much she could tell. She knew when Dean was trying to hard to act normal, and right now was one of those times. He wasn't exactly the best actor around, and she was certain that he didn't have Sam fooled either.

"You alright, Deano?" She asked curiously, punctuating her words with a raised eyebrow. She doubted that her brother was going to be honest with her right here and right now, but she figured that it was worth a shot. She'd just question him about it later on if she had to. "Yeah, I'm fine." It was a simple enough answer, but it was one that she knew wasn't true. Something was bothering her brother, she just didn't know what it was.

@ the corpse bride.
Emma sighed and then looked at over as Dean walked towards them, talking to Henry. Henry clearly had no idea who Dean was and Emma didn't want to tell him with everyone around. Emma looked at the clock and looked over at Henry, "Alright kid it's probably time I get you back home." She suggested and Henry nodded before she looked over at her parents, "I'm going to take Henry home. I'll see you back at the loft." She said.

Emma looked towards Layla and Sam, "It was nice meeting you two." She said and then looked towards Dean and nodded before ushering Henry towards the door. She put on her jacket before her and Henry walked outside and to her bug, "Mom are you okay? You seem upset." Henry asked as he put his seatbelt on. Emma looked over and nodded, "Yeah kid I'm fine. I'm just a little tired." She lied and then drove him back home. She couldn't shake the feeling of guilt in her head when she saw the look of shock on Dean's face when she told him about Henry.

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Killian watched the conversation between everyone and he nodded at Emma when she left. He noticed she looked odd but he didn't say anything about it. He watched as they left and then turned back to Layla, "So that's Emma and Henry." He said with a smile and then turned to the other brother, "You must be Dean. Layla mentioned you but before you were outside before I even sat down." He said and smiled at him.

Killian noticed that Sam was still giving him the evil eye. What was this guy's problem? It wasn't as if he had said anything rude. He was just being friendly. Though of course Killian was a pirate and Sam seemed to be protective over Layla. Regardless, Killian was sure that Layla could handle her own for whatever reason at all.

(I'm sorry this is shit. I was really blocked while writing this)