i wish I knew then [faith's writing contest!] what I know now -- closed

Sam and Dean Winchester were standing together, frowning down at a map, an open ancient book lying open beside it. The two looked completely and utterly baffled, gazes sliding from the book and back to the map. " Do you see it? " The tall male asked, and the shorter one shot a slow glare at his brother. " Do you think I would have seen it and not said something? " He grumbled, and they both turned back to the long sheet of thick paper, Sam pursing his lips. " Well, Bobby said it was near Boston, but I can't see the place anywhere. I mean, this is a detailed map, it should be here... " He trailed off, sighing heavily in exasperation.

" That's because it isn't on the map. " Came a gruff voice from beside them, and the brothers have a jolt of surprise as they whipped their heads around to the direction of the sound. Castiel stood there, in all his trench-coat glory, nodding to the map. " It isn't listed, and it never will. Storybrooke is kept quiet, and it actually is a miracle that you boys heard of the situation there. You can't get in there by driving, but I can send you in. " Dean frowned at the angel, shaking his head in confusion. " Wait, what? Why can't we drive in - Is there no road or something? What town has no road? "

" No, it does have a road, but it is protected with a curse. However, angels can avoid that curse - I'll send you in. " Castiel rumbled, and the Winchesters waited. " Well? " Sam mumbled in expectation after a minute of them all staring at each other. " There is something you need to know. " The dark-haired male said, as if he wasn't just standing silently for a good sixty seconds. " The people there are... Well, they're different. You boys have been through a lot, but this bunch are going to be new to you. They are from a different realm. "

" What, you mean like hell or heaven, or purgatory? " Dean asked him, sharing a glance with his giant of a brother, but the angel shook his head. " No, not like that. I believe you call them ' fairytales '. " He sighed, and Dean's gaze widened. " Okay, so you're telling me these guys are fairytale characters? " He asked him, Sam's jaw just hanging open, slack. " Exactly. Good luck. " Castiel raised his hands to their foreheads. " Hang on, we don't- " Dean's objections fell to deaf ears as their surroundings were morphed from forest to a town's road, with a tall clock-tower standing behind them.

" Great. Thanks Cas! " He roared up at the sky, shaking his fist.