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The Tale of the Squirrel and the Swan (Closed with Emma Abigail Swan)

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Ever since his mother was killed by a demon, he had known the truth: that one should always be afraid of the dark. Supernatural creatures were out there, and most of them were unfriendly, or at least all the ones that he had experience with. He had made it his business to hunt down these threats and rid the world of them. He wanted to make sure that no little boy went through what he and the rest of his family had to go through when the poltergeist took his mother away from them. Sworn to protect humanity, he made that his entire life, driving around the country to hunt down supernatural threats to protect mankind.

And then…he found the motherload. It was a small town in Maine called Storybrooke. To the world it looked like a meek little town that always slept. It looked like the small town that every suburban dream looked like. But rather than just a city by the docks full of lobster and maple syrup it was the motherload of supernatural activity: witches, werewolves, goblins, dwarves, even gods. It was every kind of hunt he had ever done, but he wasn’t stupid. He couldn’t just go into town and start shooting up every immortal that lived there. He decided to see if they were truly a threat or not. And if that wasn’t enough, the previous sheriff had died a very mysterious death which he definitely wanted to investigate.

No one else should have been able to see the town line once he had driven up there, but Dean saw things that no one else could. He could see the town line and the town itself in the distance very quickly, even though a curse shrouded the rest of it from the eyes of other strangers. Dean drove into the center of town, and so far everything looked normal, but something told him that things were far from normal here. Who that he saw on the street could be a threat? Was it that girl dressed in red? Was it that old woman talking to her, was it the mayor? Or were all of them disguised as humans?

He had spoken to a little girl(she was a teenager but was tiny as hell and dressed as if she was still two years old) on the street who pointed him to the direction of the diner. The hunter walked into the diner and sat at the counter, casting nervous looks at all the people around him as he ordered a piece of pie from Granny. Maybe he should have gotten a normal dinner but…there was pie. But as he devoured it he had a feeling that there was someone here that he hadn’t seen in a long time.


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  1. Emma Abigail Swan 4 years ago

    Ruby immediately fascinated by the new handsome faces, leaned seductively across the diner counter. “You here on business or pleasure?”
    Sam, Dean’s younger brother and hunting companion, answered for him. He knew that if Dean fell into the pattern of flirting with the waitress then they would never get any work done. “Business actually. Do you know anything about Graham Hubert?”
    Ruby froze at the name. Why would they be asking about Graham? “Yeah, I knew him. Not as much as some, but he was the sheriff.”
    Sam nodded at this information,”So we heard. Do you know anyone who might know something more about him?”
    Ruby bit her lip. Emma’s name coming into her mind instantly. She felt bad for her. Emma had just moved into town weeks ago and already she had to deal with the aftermath of Graham’s death, both emotionally and work related. “Emma. She’s new here, but she worked with Graham. She’s probably at the station now.”

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    Even though Ruby was hot, there was only one person whom he could think of that was hotter than her..a lot more attractive. After all these years, he still couldn’t get her out of her mind. The blonde locks of hair, the bright green eyes. Being a hunter as he was, he saw a lot of weird and wonderful and terrifying things, but Emma was just one of those that he could never get out of his head, no matter how hard he tried. But when August told him to back off for her own good, he knew that he had to do what was right for her..even if it hurt both of them. He knew damn well that the right thing to do was never the easy one. Take it from the man who went up against the devil himself on a daily basis.

    Dean was shoveling pie into his mouth but as soon as he heard Emma he looked up in alert. “Did you say Emma? As in Emma Swan?” and his heart was in his throat and his stomach all at once. He had been up against a lot but now he was truly panicking. If he saw Emma now, it would just be way too much, all at once. Storybrooke…oh gods…was that the town that August told him about?! He didn’t even think! That was the problem, he didn’t think! He never did! Town full of supernatural…what the hell?! Why didn’t he think?!

    “Sam, comon’, we need to go to the station.” he took him by the sleeve like a cat grabbed a young brother kitten by the scruff and lead him to the car. “Like, now.” and once he got into the car, he turned to him with wide eyes. “Um…remember that girl I was seeing? The blonde one? The one that I said was the future Mrs. Winchester and then I..umm…dumped her…and let her go to jail..”

  3. Emma Abigail Swan 4 years ago

    Sam rolled his eyes at his brother’s sudden nerves. The duo with the occasional addition of their angel friend, Cas fought ghosts, demons, and other supernatural creatures for a living and not once did Dean back down. Now, his brother sat in the impala with his hands visibly sweating and clenched on the steering wheel, and Sam thought it was the funniest thing he seen.

    “Dean, first off, a blonde girl that you called the future Mrs. Winchester isn’t really a good indicator of who you are talking about. That describes 90% of your hookups.”

    He looked over to Dean in the hopes that his comment would inspire a smirk, but Dean was still visibly shaken. Sighing loudly, Sam touched Dean’s shoulder gently. “The waitress just gave the name Emma. You added the last name Swan without it being denied or accepted. Besides, if it really is Emma Swan, you told me Cas handled it.”

    Noticing that Dean was not in the state of mind to see the logic in what he was saying, Sam turned back around and looked out the impala’s window as they drove. Truth be told, Sam remembered a lot about Emma Swan, probably more than he let on to Dean. Sam’s relationship with Emma hadn’t always been pleasant. In fact, he down right hated her at first. 10 years ago, they had been working a simple salt and burn case in Boston when Emma Swan had made her first appearance. Dean had brought her back to the hotel room and introduced her to him without so much as a blink, which was red alert number one for him. Dean never introduced girls to him. Sure, he had accidentally caught Dean with a girl in their hotel room, but Dean never said anything about it, and then they moved onto the next town. It got worse when Dean insisted Emma was staying and that she knew everything about their lifestyle. They had only just met when Emma tried stealing the impala, but Dean claimed he was already “falling for her,” and she was a hell of a fighter who could handle the truth. He immediately thought Dean was crazy or under a siren’s spell. There was just no way that Dean could freely be in love and willing to subject Emma to their lifestyle when they both knew as hunters that wasn’t an option for them. Still, Emma stayed and participated in the research and theft aspects of a hunt. Months into their relationship, Sam noticed Emma’s sorrow and frustration. Dean refused to let her actively participate in a hunt, and while Sam understood that Dean didn’t want anything bad to happen to her, he thought that if she was going to be a part of their lives then she needed to experience hunting first hand. That’s when his relationship with Emma took a turn for the better. At nights when Dean was sleeping, he began training Emma in what he called “hunting 101.” It started off small-how to load and shoot a gun and then slowly progressed to how to kill various monsters. Dean never expected a thing, but if he ever did, he would have just chalked it up to Sam “finally getting laid.” To this day, Dean still doesn’t know he trained Emma, even after he had brought her home bloody and broken from her first solo hunt with a djinn.

    When they finally arrived at the station, they noticed “Emma” was turned away from her desk and quietly examining something in her hands. Sam rolled his eyes at his brother, who was looking at everything but the woman at her desk.

    Sam cleared his throat rather loudly, deciding he would have to take the lead this time. “Ma’am, Agents Manson and Halen. We are here to discuss Graham Humbert.”

    Emma turned around at the mention of Graham’s name. Her eyes wide as they locked onto Sam. He looked aged, his hair slightly longer since the last time she had seen him, but he was still as tall as she remembered and had that sad but adorable smile. Oh God, that meant Dean was also here, and the realization had her heart thumping so loud in her chest that she swore she heard it in her ears. What if he found out that just minutes down the street was their son? Shaking her head at the thought, she stood up, clipping Graham’s badge onto her jeans and gave Sam a weak hug.

    After a few seconds, she pulled away, her eyes slightly glassy. “Sam,” she said in a broken whisper.

    She glanced around the room for Dean, who was not looking at her. “Dean.” Her hands shook, and she found herself longing for him to turn around so she could see the eyes of the man that once meant the world to her.

    “Whose Agent Manson and Halen?” she asked them, knowing fully their last name was Winchester. She had just caught them in their first series of lies.

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      When his brother cracked that joke, he would normally give a shit eating grin right back, make another crack at him in return, or possibly punch his arm. But he did not move, his expression did not change. All he could hear was the alarm bells going off inside of him, ringing in his ears. Several thoughts went through his head as they drove to the station…what could he possibly say to her? After all these years, after he had left her behind like that…how could he possibly explain his actions now?! Maybe he was just panicking for no reason, but it all made so much sense..a town full of supernatural activity…magic? And where she was really from? It all made too much sense.

      He practically had to drag himself into the station, afraid of what she would possibly think once she laid her hazel eyes on him. He had faced terrifying things before which were the stuff of nightmares for most people. He had faced all of them fearlessly, charging into the fray with an almost suicidal thrill, challenging whoever was in charge of this vast universe to try and kill him. But nothing had terrified him more than facing the woman whom he had once loved…and abandoned for her own good. Crossing the threshold into that sheriff’s office was the hardest thing he ever had to do, other than the time he actually left her.

      Once he heard her voice, his heart both leapt against his chest and stopped at the same time, the man whipping his head around to look at the woman that he had always loved. He knew that even now the chances of being with her ever again were narrow, if not nonexistent, however, he had to look into her eyes, if only for one final time. While he had aged a bit, she didn’t look a day over 18. She didn’t look any older than when he had met her. She seemed a lot more confident now, sure of who she was. Dean, a man who had literally faced hell, looked like a scared rabbit.

      “Emma..” he spoke, his eyes fixed on her as he tried to come up with something that he could say to her, something that didn’t make him sound like too much of an idiot. “Emma…please…let me just explain.” he said to try to ward her off from getting too angry. She had every right to be angry, but he was just doing whatever he could do to quell her anger to try to get a word in of his own. He wanted to apologize to her for what he did, but he didn’t know how.

      • Emma Abigail Swan 4 years ago

        She instantly regretted her decision to look at him. His hunter green eyes made all logical thinking go out the window, and then he began speaking to her, which she couldn’t quite comprehend over the sad melodies playing in her mind. It was at that moment, she knew she never stopped loving Dean Winchester.

        The fear of that realization caused her to back away from them, clutching the swan pendant that he had given her as an reminder of the damage he had done. “There’s nothing to explain. You left…and let me go to prison when I loved you.” Feeling like her heart was betraying her, she looked out the window and noticed the shiny black impala parked outside the station, which sent her into a reverie about the past.

        ~10 years ago: Boston, MA~
        An eighteen year old, Emma Swan approached an impala parked in a dark alley. The car appeared to be abandoned, which Emma couldn’t understand because of the car’s appearance, but she was pleased with her luck nonetheless. Looking over her shoulder, she pulled a crowbar from her sleeve pocket and began jimmying the door open. It opened without a creak, and she slid in silently. As Emma began hot-wiring the car, a man in the back seat leaned forward and pressed the barrel of a gun to her head. Emma gulped in fear, but she would not give this man any indication of it.

        “Going somewhere? You could have just asked for the keys,” he said while looking at her through the impala’s front mirror.

        Emma scoffed at his rather calm demeanor despite having caught her stealing his car. “I just stole your car. Your life could be in danger.”

        He gave her a wicked smile, (to this day Emma cites as the moment she lost all rational thinking when it comes to Dean)”Oh, sweetheart you’re the one that has a gun pointed to her head.”

        Emma decided to do something completely reckless, but she couldn’t let this man possibly kill her, not if she had anything to say for it. In a quick flash of adrenaline, Emma elbowed the man in the face behind her. The impact caused him to drop the gun and clutch his nose in pain, which gave Emma enough time to grab the gun and point it towards him.

        Despite the pain, he was impressed by Emma’s strength. There weren’t many people who could say that they bested him, but here a tiny blonde woman did, and he couldn’t help but think it was attractive. “Dean Winchester,” he told her through a muffled clutching of his nose.

        Emma rolled her eyes at him, not lowering the gun, “yeah, I am not telling you my name.”

        Dean chuckled at her spunk, “no, I don’t need it to have you arrested for assault.”

        Emma frowned, “Emma…Swan.”

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          He remembered the day that they met very well. She may have stolen his car but she had also stolen his heart. He had been through breakups and fallouts just like everyone else, but the first time he saw Emma was different. It was like a moth being drawn to a white hot flame, a fire beginning to burn in his heart that was hotter than the fires of Hades. He dreamed of meeting someone who was just as spunky as he and Emma definitely met this challenge. She may have just been some chick who tried to steal his car, but she had stolen something else.

          It broke his heart to leave her, more than seeing his mother die before his young eyes in an explosion. He felt disgusting…he felt like a coward. He didn’t want to leave her, all he wanted to do was to stay by her side. But in the end, Crowley was able to talk some sense into him, even if this was an emotional decision for him. But as the years passed, he actually questioned himself…was he doing the right thing? Maybe she didn’t want to be the savior…maybe she could have been a lot happier with him. In the end, he knew that she could no more choose a different fate than he could quite hunting.

          Now as he looked into her eyes, his own held grief, guilt, anger at himself. How could he possibly look this woman in the eye and tell her that he did it for her own good? The curse that the angel was talking about possibly hadn’t even broken yet, he knew that she wouldn’t believe him if he told her the reason. Even after he went on hunts for witches much like the mayor he knew she wouldn’t blink an eye at his possible explanation. A lump began to form in his throat and he opened his mouth for a minute to try to worm his way around her disbelief.

          In the end, he knew that this couldn’t be a thing that he could be truthful with her…not right away. He simply lowered his head for any admonishing that might come. He deserved it. He knew he deserved it. “I have no excuse. All I can say is that I’m sorry and I regret it every single day of my life.”

          • Emma Abigail Swan 4 years ago

            The curse that Castiel had warned Dean about was far from broken. As fate would have it, Dean Winchester was the missing piece to Emma breaking the curse. It would take big discoveries, a great sacrifice, and true love’s kiss to finally break it. Now, the arrival of their son, Henry would set the path in motion. “Come on, you and I both know that I can tell when you are lying to me.”

            Before Dean could respond, Henry walked into the station and slung his backpack over a chair. “Mom, what’s going on,” he asked looking between the trio. “Who are they?”

            Emma turned around and froze in fear. “No one, old friends. Why don’t you start your homework in the office? Come on.” Emma began leading Henry into her office, her eyes not looking at the Winchesters.

            Sam, sensing Emma was hiding something, leaned into Dean and whispered, “Dean…”

            In her office, Emma pulled up a chair beside her desk and sat beside Henry. Besides the sheer panic of Henry’s arrival, Emma was once again thrown back into the past.


            After her failed attempt in stealing the impala, Dean and Emma began dating. Months into their relationship, Dean began pulling away from her in an attempt to protect Emma from the truth. Knowing that he was running out of fear, Emma stubbornly pushed back towards him. “Happy birthday. I got pie,” she said tossing a bag onto the hotel bed.

            Dean looked down at his feet. “Sam and I have to leave. We need to finish something up.”

            Emma frowned at him. “I can help…”

            Dean ran his fingers through his hair and shook his head. “It’s too dangerous.”

            Emma lifted his chin, so she could glance into his emerald eyes. “There’s something you aren’t telling me. Please, Dean.”

            Despite the alarm bells going off in his head, he couldn’t deny the pleading in her voice. After sitting her down on the bed, he told her everything: his mother’s death, pulling Sam from Stanford, and their current plan to hunt down the yellow-eyed demon that killed their mother and Sam’s girlfriend, Jessica. He opened up to her completely and when he was finished, he looked down at his hands, silent.

            “Okay then…just call me Emma Swan, demon hunter. ”

            Dean looked up at Emma in confusion, “Emma…”

            She put a finger to his lips to silence him. “Emma, nothing. I love you.”

            It had been the first time, Emma confessed her feelings to Dean. Before he could further protest, she had pushed him down on the hotel bed and crashed her lips onto his in a heated kiss. That moment had also marked the moment Dean Winchester took her virginity, and Henry was conceived.

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    When Henry came in, his concentration was completely derailed. Where the hell did the kid come from? Whoever he was, he certainly seemed to be attached to Emma. And then he uttered that one word that would make his life change forever. Mom? Emma? Before he started panicking, he started to rationalize(or try to) why Henry would be there without his creation. Emma must have been with other guys since he had showed up, but…she was in prison for about two years and that kid was at least ten years old. His heart started to race.

    Of course he could never forget that one night that happened between them ten years earlier. That was actually the night that he admitted that he loved her. And it was because he loved her that he left initially. But now looking back on it…had they used protection? He couldn’t even remember, it was all a blur. And as he looked at the world around him, everything was a blur too. Everything would seem like a blur until she answered that one particular question.

    He would definitely not wait until she came out of that office. He had to know that answer and he had to know before he went anywhere else. He had always promised his father one thing, that when he had a son or a daughter that he would look after him and protect him from the evils of the world just as he had done. And now he might have already failed that promise. Crowley had told him that this was the best for Emma, but was it? Had he ruined one more life other than hers? He knew that he had to step in so this all could stop. If she would not take him back, perhaps there was someone here who would be close to him.

    All he knew was that he had potentially really screwed up and he had to start fixing it before it went any further. “Emma, wait!” he exclaimed, following her into the office and gazing right into her eyes. “Where did he come from…” he asked with bated breath, his chest puffing in and out from how nervous he was to hear this answer. “Is…this my son?” he asked in a whisper, his nervous eyes passing in between them. “Kid, how old are you?!”

    • Emma Abigail Swan 4 years ago

      When Emma finally was released from prison, her first instinct was to rebuild the life Dean had destroyed. The pain that had kept her company for 11 months was sheer motivation to throw herself into her work as a bails- bonds person. The lack of free time and the walls she put up effectively shut off any possibility of a romantic relationship. Not that Emma wanted one, she didn’t trust anyone, and if she had to be honest with herself, she wasn’t completely over Dean. Would she ever be?

      Then, Henry came knocking on her door, and she was forced to face the hard reality all over again. The man that she had loved beyond all logic had left her with nothing but a broken heart and the constant reminder that she would probably always love him, a reminder that was now eleven years old.

      Now looking into Henry’s eyes, a mirror of Dean’s, Emma knew what she had to do. Her armor was only effective against the hurt Dean could cause to her, and she be dammed to allow Dean to do the same to Henry, who was very much unprotected. “Well Dean that would involve a lesson in sexual education, and I am not having that talk in front of my kid,” she spat as she stood up from her chair. She turned back towards Henry, “don’t answer him. Henry, I will be right back. Continue your homework.”

      In a fit of rage, she slammed open the door and pointed at its opening. “Out, now,” she commanded Dean. She slammed the door behind both of them. “How dare you,” she snarled at Dean as she jabbed her finger into his chest.

      Sam pushed Dean out of Emma’s grasp, “Whoa guys, can’t we talk about this without a brawl?”

      Henry not being able to concentrate because of the noise came out of the office, “why is everyone yelling? I am eleven, happy?!”

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        He understood that she was hurt. God did he understand. He wouldn’t blame her for actually ending his life if she was able to do so. The hurt that he had caused her warranted that fit of rage that had come over her. It was the reason why he didn’t struggle when Emma practically grabbed him by the scruff and stsrted poking him in his chest. He deserved to be punished. He didn’t even attempt to fight her back but just stood there like a submissive dog when she assaulted him.

        But there was one thing that would not happen. She could not keep him from his son forever. Henry deserved to know who his fsther was and to meet him. What else could she have told him when the kid asked who his father was or where he was all these years? He wasn’t about to lose to someone else who should have trusted him. This had been the biggest mistake that he had ever made, and he was determined to make up for all those years without his father.

        “You’re my son…” He said under his breath trying to let that register in his mind as he looked into the eyes of his newfound child. Whatever truths he wanted to tell him to give him comfort, they would always end up in a lie. If he told him that he could keep him safe, that he would never leave him, it would surely be deceitful to do so. He knew that there were threats in this world that he couldn’t control, especially in his line of work.

        “I can’t leave Emma. We have to at least talk about this.” He said with a wild plea of panic and grief, looking into her hazel eyes with his own deep ones. He wouldn’t walk away like that ever again..he just couldn’t.

        • Emma Abigail Swan 4 years ago

          Despite trying his best to mumble under his breath, Henry could still clearly hear what Dean said. He shook his head wildly and took a step backwards, “no. My dad was a mechanic. He… died on the job. That’s what you told me. You said…,” he nervously said looking at Emma. What Henry said wasn’t quite a lie on Emma’s part. With Castiel’s memory erase, she really did believe Dean was a mechanic and not a hunter. The death part of Henry’s statement, well that was a lie that Emma told Henry and herself because she didn’t want to deal with the emotional fallout of Dean being alive.

          Sam suddenly took the lead. He took a step forward and looked at Emma with pleading eyes, “Emma, is this Dean’s son?” She let out a sigh that she didn’t know she had been holding. She couldn’t lie to Sam of all people. At one point, Sam had been the best friend, the brother that she never knew she needed. Emma didn’t owe Dean anything, but Sam after all that he had done for her, deserved better. She looked Sam firmly in the eyes and gave a small nod, “yes.”

          With wide eyes, Henry ran out of the station. Emma turned away from the brothers, ready to follow Henry. “Why don’t you leave? That’s what you do best after all,” she bitterly directed at Dean and then ran out of the room after Henry.

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            Dean had always been the strong one among his brother. He had never told Sam but the memory of his mother haunted him from that day on. He felt like that lost little boy every day of his life. And now as he looked into his son’s eyes, he saw the exact same thing. And all of it was his fault. When he had a kid, he didn’t want him to have the same life he had to live. And now he hasn’t been with him five minutes and he had already ruined his chances of a father son relationship.

            “…” He sighed and he buried his head in his hands as Emma swept out of the room. Of course he didn’t blame her for lying about him. He would do the same thing if he were in her place. He was ashamed of himself. All he had ever done was make things harder for the both of them. “What the hell did I do..” He sighed to himself as he watched over to where they had fled. They were fading from view, fading from his life.

            *The Next Day*

            He had a collosal hangover. After he had gone to his hotel room he had drowned his sorrows. He had been ordering something from Granny’s. “Gravy.” Granny quirked an eyebrow. “Do you want that gravy on something.” He sighed, holding his head. “Surprise me.” He kept the sunglasses over his eyes and sighed with a heartbroken crack in his voice, laying back in the booth.

  5. Emma Abigail Swan 4 years ago

    Emma finally found Henry brooding in his “castle.” Without a word, she slid in to sit beside him.
    “So that’s him,” he asked with a sigh.
    She remained silent for a few seconds, completely lost in her own thoughts. “Yeah.”
    With that nonchalant answer, Henry turned around to face her. “Why didn’t you tell me?! He asked in frustration.
    Emma pondered that question. Why did she tell Henry that his father was dead? Did telling Henry that Dean was dead somehow protect him or was she just merely protecting herself? As she thought over this, she looked out to the horizon. “Because I never thought I would see him again. I never wanted to; he was a liar, a bad guy, and he… he broke my heart,” she said shamefully.
    Recognizing the remorse in his mother’s voice, Henry’s anger softened. “I could have taken it, you know. The truth.”
    She nodded her head slowly at his response. “I know. He was just a part of my life I wanted to forget. That’s why I didn’t tell you. I was thinking of me, not you. I am sorry.”
    Henry shook his head in disbelief. He knew his mother was sorry, but she still lied to him and for what? Because she was afraid to admit to herself that she was probably still in love with his father. She never stopped to ask herself what he wanted, and to Henry that was childish. “I want to meet my dad.”

    The next day, Emma was on her way to grab a cup of coffee before taking Henry to school. She noticed Dean sitting in a booth and with a sigh, headed over to him. She owed this to Henry after what she did, so she decided no matter akward or painful it was, she would tough it out for him. “I thought you said the only people allowed to wear sunglasses inside were people who needed them or cops on those procedural shows you hate,” she said to Dean in an attempt to make small talk.

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      Did he want to meet his son? Of course the answer was yes. Dean may have been a badass hunter of supernatural threats, but he was still a man who wanted to be in his son’s life. He had accepted that he was a grown man and that he had a responsibility to his boy. No child should ever be without a father. He knew this pain better than most when it came to not having a mother. When you were missing the presence of one or both of your parents it was a living hell on earth. And he should know, he knew what hell was actually like and that was it. From the sad pathetic looks to the teasing, he couldn’t even begin to fathom what Henry was going through.

      But what scared him was the time that had passed between the time that Henry was born until the time that he had actually found out about him. After ten years and so many miles apart, would he actually have a chance at having a relationship with his son? Even Dean admitted to himself that it might not be possible after all that had happened. Emma wouldn’t even let him look into his eyes. He couldn’t just leave him behind, now knowing that he was here. He derseved both his parents.

      Of course, when Emma walked into the room he could feel that knot in his stomach tighten. He was always alert when she walked in. Her beauty hadn’t changed since then. He felt his cheeks get hot. Was he…blushing? No…he couldn’t do that. After what he had put her through he couldnt dare try to repair their broken relationship. It woukd be like trying to revive someone, trying to bring back a past that was already long gone.

      He a really gave a smirk at her joke and took the sunglasses off, placing them on the table. “I was totally right about that. But. I forgit about the provision for hangovers.” He sighed for one awkward moment before making eye contact with her. Those green eyes of hers still had the power to intimidate him into doing anything or being scared stiff. “I thought you wouldn’t wanna see me after last night.”

      • Emma Abigail Swan 4 years ago

        There was that smirk, the adorable and infuriating smirk that got her into trouble the first time with Dean. Seeing it now made her heart thump against her chest and a heat slowly rise throughout her body. She shifted nervously on her feet in an attempt to get rid of the feeling. “Henry wants to meet you,” she said matter-of factly.

        She neeed to keep the conversation on Henry because falling back into a comfortable conversation with Dean was only going to break her heart again. As she looked at him, she had to keep reminding herself that Dean abandoned her, and if Henry wasn’t in the equation now, he probably do the same again. “I thought we could walk him to school together…if you want.”

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          Even though he had abandoned her before, he would not do it again no matter what the stakes were. Why did she need to be the savior anyway? Why couldn’t she just live the life that she wanted to live…that they wanted to live? But he, just like her, had a responsibility. They had a responsibility. They had a destiny. But could their destiny be one of happiness too? He thought for one second that he saw that light in her eyes but no…it couldn’t be it. It was just the reflection of the sun in her green eyes..or something more?

          With the mention of his son he was returned to reality out of the daze that those haunting eyes of hers had put her in. He was looking forward to meeting his son…really getting to know him. He was looking for any way that he could set things right, and maybe this was the start. “I’d be okay with that.” He said with a smile. All the meanwhile, he kept eye contact with her. He couldn’t look away from her, no matter the shame he had brewing within him or how hard he tried.

          • Emma Abigail Swan 4 years ago

            Emma thanked her lucky stars that Granny came to break their staring contest. “Sheriff, I see you have become acquainted with our guest,” she mumbled as slid Dean’s plate of food across the table.
            Emma slowly nodded and bit her lip nervously. Storybrooke was a small town, everyone was bound to find out eventually. “Dean is Henry’s biological father.” Granny turned around quickly, her eyes scanning Emma, “really? Well, I’ll be dammed.” She looked back over her shoulder at Dean. “Kinda looks like him.”

            Emma didn’t say anything else. She just stood by the booth, not wanting to sit down in fear that this “magnetic pull” she felt towards Dean would make her do something she couldn’t take back. “I wanted you to know something…I didn’t know…didn’t know I was pregnant until I was prison. I gave Henry up, so I wasn’t there either,” she said, looking down at her feet.

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    He was also thanking whatever other power that he would have to deal with sooner or later that Granny intervened. Even though the she wolf had an attitude towards him since he had driven into town he was grateful for someone to intervene in the uncomfortable silence. His dark eyes brightened some when she said that Henry looked like him a bit. His son looked like him? He would have never have thought that that simple fact would lead him to be over the moon but it did. He didn’t know what he should think at this point, but he knew that he was happy. He and his son had something, a connection. Maybe this time this mistake wouldn’t lead to an utter disaster. The powers above knew that every other mistake he had made had lead to a life or death situation. “You really think so?” he said with a soft smile and a warm look in his eyes.

    He just continued to stare up at her. She was like the sun…shining and full of life, so dynamic and powerful. Even though it hurt to look at her and would probably damage his sight, he could not look away. All he could do was stare at her and hope that his soul wouldn’t burn. At her admission, he looked at her with concern again. In his mind, he was the one who had been the one to screw up. The guilt had gotten to him so much that it caused him to be uncomfortable, shifting in his seat. He felt uncomfortable in his own existence. All he saw in the mirror now was an irresponsible pig.

    “But if I had never left you, I could have been there…I could have gotten you out of there, and we could’ve been a family. You gave him up because that’s what was best for him…I mean…that’s why you gave him up, right? There were times where I wished…I didn’t grow up with all this hunter crap. But then I guess I would have never met you.” he admitted, blushing when that came out of his mouth. You moron, he thought to himself. He was coming on far too strong again. Did his only talent exist in screwing up?!

    • Emma Abigail Swan 4 years ago

      Granny had long gone by the time Dean asked his question. She had other customers to attend to and thought it was best to leave the “parents” to talk. Instead, Emma answered the question. “He has your eyes,” she said with a small nod. It was the truth. Henry has the brightest green eyes that if looked into long enough would probably hypnotize her into doing anything he wanted. There was only one other man with eyes so powerful, the father of her son. As she looked at Dean, she found herself being drawn into those eyes yet again.

      She finally sat down in the booth and placed her hand on top of his. She didn’t know why she felt compelled to comfort him. Hell, he sure didn’t deserve it. As she gathered the words to say, her hand felt like a million electric currents were running through her veins. Neither Dean or Emma knew it yet, but this was the spark of true love activating the savior’s dormant magic. “It wasn’t meant to happen like that. What matters now is that you are here now. Just… don’t break his heart like you did mine.”

      She was about to question him about the term hunter, but was interrupted by her walkie going off. She pulled her hand away and unclipped her walk-in from her belt. “The coast is clear Swan,” Henry’s voice roared over the walkie. Emma rolled her eyes at the unoriginal code name. “Alright kid, we’ll be there soon,” she answered back. She clipped her walkie back onto her belt and motioned to the door. She refused to look at Dean after what she felt just touching his hand. “The kid is waiting. You ready?”

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    He couldn’t stop the blush that spread upon his cheeks when Emma placed her hand upon his. Feeling her hand touching his he was like a blushing teenager again. He felt his heart pick up the pace. She was touching him…not that he was complaining, but he was unsure of how to respond at first. So he didn’t move, in fact he leaned more into it, taking her hand in response instead of just laying under it. He took a deep breath as he went all the way, holding Emma’s hand in his large one just like he used to when they were still together. Maybe there was a chance that they could still be together? Only time could tell. For now this was as far as he would go to the edge before he plunged into the unknown.

    At her request, of course he agreed. If he had only known what would come to pass, he would have never have deserted her like that. However, he couldn’t go back to that one mistake forever. He had to move forward now, for he couldn’t keep dwelling on the past. He had to be in the present for Emma and their son. What mattered was that he tried his best to be there for both of them now, even if he had to give up his life’s work to do so. His mother would have wanted him to do the right thing for his family. “I would never hurt him. I promise…I really mean that Emma. I’d never hurt either one of you, ever again. I swear on my mother’s grave.”

    He stared silently into her eyes for a moment, and a few more moments. His reverie was broken by the sound of the walkie talkie. At her question, he nodded and suddenly his hangover was completely gone. His son needed him and that woke him right up. “Yeah..the kid needs us.” he agreed with a nod and he went over that in his head. The kid..his son…needed him. His son wanted him. That alone was the greatest revelation to him since his discovery of pumpkin pie. He grabbed his jacket and put it on and opened the door for Emma. He may have been a badass hunter but underneath his rough around the edges appearances he was still a gentleman who would always treat her with respect from now on.

    • Emma Abigail Swan 4 years ago

      As Dean opened the door for her, she raised a curious brow. She didn’t know what to think of the gesture. A part of her was annoyed by it. She didn’t need a man to give her special treatment just because she was a girl. The other part, and she didn’t know how dominant it was, was thrilled with the prospect of Dean treating her with respect, trying to make up for his past mistakes.

      It was quite a distance between Granny’s and Regina’s, but she decided walking it would probably be the best option. They needed to talk, if not about them, then about Henry and their plans to raise him. “He’s a great kid, you know. Delusional as hell, but great,” she said in an attempt to make small talk.

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    It wasn’t that he was being dominant but he was trying his best to be a gentleman. Nice move, genius, he told himself. Not even a few minutes into trying to impress her and he had already screwed up. Well, strike one, Romeo. He decided to try to shrug off the embarrassment at his attempt to be a gentleman and then go back to himself. He walked alongside of her, wishing that there was a buffer between him. He shoved his hands in his pockets so he looked like he wasn’t making the move on her. He didn’t want to be too forward with her, but at the same time he didn’t want to be too cold at the same time. He didn’t even know what to say to her and his heart pounded as he tried to come up with something, anything to close the gap between them.

    “Delusional?” he questioned as he looked right into her eyes with his soul searching ones. “Maybe the kid’s just starting to see things as they really are.” He didn’t know what, but something supernatural was lurking in this town, call it magic, call it whatever…there was a werewolf…a demon…something or multiple things were lurking in this town. Not only that, but he learned that she was the savior or something or other and she had to believe again. He wasn’t concerned about that. All he was concerned about was his kid, and he needed at least one person who believed in him no matter how insane his ideas were.

    • Emma Abigail Swan 4 years ago

      “Starting to see things as they really are, how so?” She asked, stopping midway into their walk. Great…he’s delusional too, she thought to herself. There was an awkward silence again, to which Emma wondered if that would ever go away. Thankfully, they reached Regina’s house before the silence became too long.

      “We’re here kid, “ she spoke into her Walkie Talkie. “Great! I will be right out,” Henry answered back. What felt like hours later, Henry came out of the house, bypassing Emma completely. “So… you’re my dad?” Unknown to the trio, a highly suspicious Regina was watching the scene from her office window.

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    “Where’s beer when you need it?” he thought to himself as he was suddenly in the middle of the awkward silence. And of course, the awkwardness was only broken by another awkward question. “I guess so, kiddo.” he smiled over at him sheepishly, squirming inside whenever Henry or his mother tried to look him in the eye. He felt so much guilt because of what happened, and rightfully so. He found that he couldn’t look either one of them in the eye without feeling like a rat in a trap. But he also felt some different ways about them as well, one that Emma gave him warmth when he looked at her, and he felt pride and joy when he looked at his son.

    He was at least glad to be away from the mayor’s house. He had only met Regina once while he was here, but that was enough to never want to see the hag again. She gave him the creeps and Dean had seen a lot of rough things in his life. So for that to creep him out, you knew he was scared of her. So now came the rough part…trying to break the silence. But how could he do so. “So…Regina, right? Is it just me or does she kind of give you the chills?”

  10. Emma Abigail Swan 4 years ago

    At Dean’s question, Emma looked up to the window in Regina’s home, where she no longer was watching the trio. She shook her head and began leading Dean and Henry away from the house. Like Dean, Regina gave her an uneasy feeling from the moment she arrived in Storybrooke. This uneasiness she would never admit to, so she brushed it off, like it was no big deal. “I wouldn’t exactly call it the chills. She pisses me off to be honest,” she mumbled to Dean.

    As they walked, she began to think about all of the things that Regina had done to her. In thinking about these things, she became increasingly concerned for Dean and Sam’s well being. Emma believed this sudden concern came from the need to protect Henry from the potential chance of Dean leaving; she refused to acknowledge it as anything else. She had to warn him, so she ordered Henry to run ahead while she talked to Dean about “grown-up” things. After Henry ran ahead, Emma grabbed Dean’s arm and forced him to look at her. When she had his attention, she bit her lip and looked into his eyes, thinking about how to phrase her warning. “If you plan on staying, I need you and Sam to watch your backs around Regina.”

    To highlight her warning, Regina was currently in Granny’s. She sat down emotionless next to Sydney Glass, who was pretending to read the newspaper. “I need you to find out everything you can on Dean and Sam Winchester,” she commanded him. In response, he lowered the paper and gave her an amused grin, “at your service, madam mayor.”

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    He had to admit that that woman gave him the creeps, but she wouldn’t stop him from staying and being part of his kid’s life. If she wanted to play that game, she could play it. He would be ready for her. The most important thing here wasn’t his own safety, hell, she could try to kill him if she wanted to and he would be ready to take her down. The most important thing was that he was there for Henry, and no bitchy mayor on a broomstick was going to stop him from keeping that promise. Someone had kept him from keeping it before, and he promised himself and the boy that it would never happen again. As long as he was still breathing he would be there for his son.

    And then, there was Emma. By the tone of her voice, he could tell that Regina had gone after her before. He wouldn’t let her get to Emma either. He was going to protect her now in the way that he hadn’t done when he should have all those eleven years ago. He was young and stupid and easily scared back then. Now, he was a father and a man who intended to fight his hardest fight to get Emma to believe that he wouldn’t leave her again. And what better proof was there than to go right up against the most feared person in town and not backing down, shielding his long lost love, his brother, and his son behind him.

    He gazed back into her eyes the way that he had once done when they were both together, young and stupid with not a care in the world. When they were both happy and in love. He sighed some and rolled his eyes. “Alright. You got it. We’ll watch our backs.” and by that he probably meant that he would do something incredibly stupid just because she told him not to. Everyone knew that if you wanted Dean to do something, he only responded to one thing: emphatically being told not to do it. Let her make the first move, he thought, I’ve faced demons and monsters and everything in between. Give me your best shot.

  12. Emma Abigail Swan 4 years ago

    Emma frowned at Dean’s lack of seriousness with her warning. She didn’t need her superpower to tell that he was just trying to appease her. She knew Dean better than herself at times, and right now he was probably formulating some stupid plan that would backfire almost immediately. Whether he liked it or not, she was going to force him to listen and what better way to do so than make him a deal. “You know I can tell when you are lying to me right? How about this…if you back down from Regina, I will go out on a date with you,” she said as she touched his chest in an attempt to flirt with him. While she waited for his response, she bit her lip and mentally kept telling herself, “it’s just one date, no big deal.”

    Across town, it didn’t take very long for Sidney to find several police records of Sam and Dean citing second degree murder, grave descreation, and credit card fraud as their crimes. Upon finding this, Sidney faxed over this information. What seemed like hours of silence when in reality it was only minutes, the papers were sent back with one world scrawled across the top in red ink, “publish.”

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    He was unaware of the first attack that Regina was already making on him, in spite of the fact that he hadn’t made one single move towards her. In fact he was unaware of the world around him in general. Because when she touched his chest and he heard the word “date” he tuned out everything around her and he focused on her. The warmth of her hand filled him with a fire that he had not had in years, and that was his love for her that was growing inside of them any minute. So..there was hope? He could think for one second that luck was on his side for once, that he actually had a second chance to make everything okay between him and Emma again? Could this be the chance that he had to take, the first step into them having a second chance at a relationship?

    Either way, he had already forgotten about the bitch from the window. Regina? Regina who? All he knew now was that Emma was standing in front of them now, giving him permission to take her out on a date. He smiled at her, a true smile that had not been shown all these ten years since he had to give her up for her destiny. “A date it is then.” He agreed. “You’re right too, it’s stupid to pick a fight with her. So…Granny’s or?” he looked at her quirking his eyebrow in confusion and looking right into her eyes. He hadn’t been in town long so he didn’t exactly know the best places to eat or what there was to do in town. Emma had been in town longer than him so he figured he should ask her. Also, he would take her anywhere she wished to go because it was only the best for Emma Swan in his opinion.

  14. Emma Abigail Swan 3 years ago

    Despite telling herself it was only just one date, Emma’s heart thumped wildly with Dean’s acceptance. Then he smiled at her, which caused her to get lost at the sight. Dean’s smile brought a youthful glow to his entire face, to the point where he looked like he did when she first laid eyes on him. After a brief moment of silence, she cleared her throat and looked away from him. “I might have an idea in mind. Meet me at my apartment, say six?” She asked, biting her lip.

    ~The Next Day~
    There was a bussle of activity in Mary Maragret’s apartment. Henry and Emma were in the kitchen preparing a picnic dinner for Emma and Dean’s date. “I got this Mom. Why don’t you start getting ready?” Henry asked with a sly smile.

    Emma sighed as she spread some mayo on a slice of bread. “You sure kid? Dean’s not coming for another two hours.” Henry smirked at Emma’s response. So, his mother was counting down the hours for her date? That was a good sign in Henry’s mind. “Yes Mom, you take all the time you need,” he said giving her a gentl nudge out of the kitchen.

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    Meanwhile, a certain squirrel was trying to pick an outfit that didn’t make him look like he came straight out of the Walking Dead. Normally he dressed like crap but tonight…he had to look good. Emma was granting him a second chance with this date and he knew damn well there wouldn’t be a third. So he knew that this was his last chance to win his beloved Swan to his side once again. Like anyone who was nervous about a date, Dean tried on at least five different outfits before settling on the right one. He also tried to do something with his hair, carefully fixing it to give it that “carefree-didn’t-do-anything-with-it” look. He tried to calm down, tried to tell himself that this was only a picnic. But he couldn’t tell himself that lie. To him, this was more important than any hunt that he had ever gone on. This was the last chance to win her heart.

    Now it was two hours later and time for him to face the music. After he finally settled on his looks he got in the impala and headed over to the apartment. His heart continually pounded against his chest, thinking about all the things that could go wrong. And if it was Dean’s luck, something always went wrong as far as his own life went. Why should tonight be any different? Then again he had always been a bit paranoid. After what he saw out there who could blame him? But nothing, and I repeat nothing was so frightening than facing the woman that you abandoned and hoped to win her heart once again. He couldn’t disappoint her this time. He had to let her know that he could be depended upon again. Therefore, he showed up at the apartment fifteen minutes early. Ever since he parked he questioned that move. Would he seem too hasty?

    He walked up the stairs and tenatively knocked on the door. He was doing it with fear and caution, gulping as if hell was waiting for him on the other side. He had been to hell and this wasn’t as petrifying. He had never been so scared as he was right now, not even with all of the horrible things that he had seen over his life span. He waited with bated breath, trying to rehearse all of the things that he would say to her and the actions that he would perform in his head. Of course, when it came time all that planning would be thrown right out the window. Impulsive unthinking Dean would rise up again.

    • Emma Abigail Swan 3 years ago

      When she heard the door knock, Emma came rushing down the stairs. Unfortunately, Mary Margaret blocked her passage to the door, an inquisitive look on her face. “Is that your date, and you’re wearing that?”She asked in mild disgust as she noticed Emma wearing her standard attire. In annoyance Emma tried to push past her. “It’s just one date and a picnic at that,” she huffed. Mary Margret rolled her eyes, her hand already poised on the door knob. “You know how big of a deal it is to get you to agree to one date? You are going back upstairs and put on a dress, or you won’t be leaving the house,” Mary Margaret commanded. Without another word, Mary Margaret waved off Emma and opened the front door. “She just had to do a quick outfit change. Why don’t you come in?” Mary said while sizing up Dean.

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        The trick of it was that he knew who this woman really was before she even knew who she was. And he was nervous as all hell about it. Dean wasn’t used to this. The girls that he went out with even before Emma were usually women that he met on his hunts. Like some sort of Lady and the Tramp type story, he wasn’t used to calling on the parent and proving himself worthy. Mary Margaret may not have known who she was, but to Dean it was the first time meeting a parent of a girl he liked. He smiled at her and nodded. “Thanks um…that would be wonderful.” oh yeah…smooth. But there were a few questions that he wanted to ask her, just nonchalant ordinary questions that he could ask her since she still had no idea of who she was. “How did you guys meet? Just curious.” he shrugged some. “Nice apartment by the way.” And he knew that he was definitely not doing stellar as far as the meeting your mother in law department yet. But give the guy a break..she didn’t know who she was.

        • Emma Abigail Swan 3 years ago

          Usually pleasant and bubbly, Mary Margaret felt compelled to drop the act. She has not known Emma for long, but she felt a strange connection and desire to protect her. Not bothering to answer his question, she motioned for him to sit down on the couch. “I know you and Emma have a past-Henry, but if you don’t have any intention on staying then it be best for the both of them that you leave now,” she said as more of a warning then a suggestion.

          Before Dean had a chance to answer, Emma stepped into the living room in a complete outfit rechange. As Mary Margaret demanded, she was now wearing a soft pink dress and her hair was pulled away from her face. She gave an uneasy glance between the two, sensing the tension. “Something wrong?”

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            She knew exactly what she meant and for once he too dropped the act of being cocky. She had just highlighted every fear that was still within him. She still brought up his true nature. Everyone had a demon to deal with, and Dean’s was his instability. The smile turned into a frown(and a slightly offended look in his eyes) as he remembered one thing that could keep them apart and also made it difficult to love anyone. In the end he would always have a gypsy soul and he seemed that he was born for leaving. However…couldn’t a person change? He was determined to change for Emma and to be better this time. He wouldn’t let himself get in the way of his happiness or hers this time. He didn’t even know how to respond to her statement. Part of him was angry and wanted to tell her to mind her own business, but then again she was Emma’s mother according to the book. Another part of him knew that she was right about him and that scared him most of all.

            He was about to open his mouth to say something back to her when Emma walked into the room. He didn’t hold it against Emma, knowing that Mary Margaret was only looking out for her best interest. He didn’t want to drag her into it. He wanted her to have the good time that she deserved tonight. “Oh it’s’s nothing. We were just talking about the weather. There’s supposed to be a storm next week.” He pulled that one right out of his ass. He would do anything not to upset her and was at least somewhat mature enough not to make a big deal about it and storm out of the apartment. True he had the sense of humor of a naughty three year old boy but at least he still had some dignity. That frown turned into a smile as he looked upon her. Man she looked beautiful. Well, she hadn’t changed much…she was still way too pretty for him and the dude was still out of his element. “You look awesome.”

  16. Emma Abigail Swan 3 years ago

    When Dean said there was a incoming storm, her “superpower” was alerting her of the lie right away. Instead of calling him out on it, she looked between them both with a suspicious glare, but she did not go further. Mary Margaret was bound to tell her anyway (she couldn’t keep a secret to save her life). “Right… thanks,” she said with a resigned sigh.

    Henry, who always arrived in perfect time came into the living room swinging a picnic basket on his arm. “All done! Mom, Dad, are you ready?” He asked them with an amused smile. Still not used to the Dad title, Emma visibly winced and plastered on a fake smile. “We are ready kid. Thank you.”

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      Emma may have had that superpower, but Dean never forgot how to tell when she was using it. He could see what that suspicious look was but didn’t push it. He knew damn well what happened when he pushed Emma too far. He didn’t want to start off their reboot of the relationship by having an argument. Besides, he would eventually get to her and try to win her heart again…it just needed to take time. This was one thing that he couldn’t rush and he would most likely become discouraged through a lot of it. But having her back in his life was worth all that. She was a princess worth waiting for and worth chasing. He wasn’t going to give up on her easily. He had given up on their relationship before, and look where that left them.

      For a fleeting moment, when Henry addressed them as mom and dad he had a feeling of family that he hadn’t felt in a long time. Oh sure, he had his brother but they were brothers. And there came a time in every man’s life, albeit every living creature’s life where they longed to settle down and start a family of their own. Being called upon in that way gave him hope that he could actually have that domestic life that he secretly longed for after all of those years of running. “Okay buddy, let’s go.” he held Henry’s hand with one but he didn’t know what to do with his other hand. He just left it limp by his side, knowing that it was /way/ too soon for the cutesy couple crap. He did walk close to her though, doing anything he possibly could to establish some warmth between them.

      • Emma Abigail Swan 3 years ago

        Henry gave a surprised look when Dean grabbed his hand. A part of him relished in the feeling, but another part knew for the time being he had to take himself out of the equation or his mother and father would never get close. So with that in mind, he pulled his hand away from Dean and took a step back. “Oh no, I am not going. This is your first date with mom,” he said shaking his head.

        Before Dean or Emma had a chance to protest, he pushed the picnic basket into Dean’s arms. “Here is your good. Have fun,” he told them both with a mischeveious smile. At this, Emma raised a confused brow and then sighed, “I guess we will take my car,” she told Dean as she moved towards the front door.

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