Dean was alone. Emma had called Henry on his talkie asking to meet him at her apartment. Dean felt a pang in his chest when he heard her voice through the speaker. Henry had insisted that Dean come with him, but Dean refused, Henry had left angry.
"I thought you were here to help; to save us. I was wrong." The words still echoed in his head long after Henry had left.
Dean felt awful. He'd let Emma down; now he was letting Henry down, What was the point of saving the world if he couldn't even rest a ten year old's mind.
A vibration in Dean's pocket pulled his attention away from his thoughts.
"Hey Cas," he answered. "What's the stich?"
"Um, I believe it's a shortened version of situation."
Dean shook his head, rubbing his head, "Forget it Cas. What are you calling for?"
"Dean, there's something wrong."
His instincts took over, "Alright Cas, get your feathery ass over here."
"Hello, Dean."
He jumped off of his stool, he still wasn't used to Cas pulling his stunt. "Cas, personal space! We talked about this." He looked around to see if anyone had noticed the sudden Houdini trick the angel had done; luckily there weren't very many in the diner. No one had noticed.
"We don't have time for this. We have to find Sam. There's something wrong." Cas disappeared.
"Son of a bitch-" Dean breathed, slamming his fist on the counter.
***
Regina walked in the shop with a proud stride, a smirk resting on her deep red lips, "I hope you brought travel insurance, because no one's going anywhere."
Mr. Gold closed the book he was inspecting, "Oh, really? And why's that?"
"Because I found a solution to my Swan and Winchester problem."
He raised his eye brows, "Oh yes?"
She leaned across the counter, "An old reliable solution."
"A sleeping curse," he said reluctantly. "Might I ask how you managed to obtain one here in Storybrooke?"
"By sacrificing the last bit of magic I had left."
"So, you made magic from magic," his sly smile appeared, "Well, I'm sure I don't have to remind you that all magic comes with a price."
Regina's eyes narrowed, "Then you can pay it. Because now the curse is gonna be stronger than ever, and you will be right here where you belong." Mr. Gold turned and began walking to another counter. "Don't you understand? I won. So whatever plan you had; whatever reason you wanted the curse broken... too bad. Because it's never going to happen."
She spun the globe next to her and made her exit.
***
Emma wasn't ready for this. Ever since she got off the talkie with Henry she'd been pacing the apartment running everything she was going to say through her mind. She didn't expect this to go well. She'd never had to deal with kids before, but she saw how they acted on TV and in movies. She expected him to throw a fit, to scream at her, to threaten her, to cry, and even to run away. Emma shook her head, how was she going to handle this?
A knock at the door caused her to jump. Her heart immediately began to speed up as the apprehension took over her body. She opened the door with a trembling hand.
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Once Upon a Supernatural
FanfictionHenry Mills needs help convincing his new-found mother, Emma Swan, to believe in magic so she can break Storybrooke's curse. Could Dean and Sam Winchester be just the help he needs to get Emma to believe? Or will they also need some convincing? Dean...