Emma
I walk up to the table next to where the strange guys are sitting. One of them is eating from a huge, huge bowl of ice cream, as opposed to the other one, who has a small bowl. I know from experience that he can't eat all of it. He'll throw up before he does. I lean over the back of my chair, drink still in my hands. I gesture with my drink. "Hey." "Hey," the XL-ice-guy replies, his mouth full. The other one just frowns at him. "I'm the sheriff around here," I say, showing my badge. They don't seem impressed. "Mind if I ask you a couple of questions? We don't get many strangers around here." "Sure." "Names, please?" "Dean." XL-ice-guy gestures to himself, and then to the other one. "Sam." "We're brothers. Not husbands," the other one clarifies – it probably isn't the first time that someone had thought that they were married. "And what are you doing here in Storybrooke?" I ask. The XL-ice-guy named Dean anwsers. "Just a short stop, it's too hot in the car." It sure is too hot. "We're gone before sunset, don't worry," adds the other one, named Sam. I nod. "Okay." I wonder if I should ask them anything else, but I don't think so; they seem innocent enough. So I nod, tell them it's okay and then leave, ending our conversation with a "bye".
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When Hunters and Magic collide
ФанфикOn a hot day Sam and Dean take a little break in Storybrooke, but there seems to be a case for them in the little magic town. - This is one of my old fanfictions (from in 2016)
