"Dean," Emma smiled in surprise when she opened the door, "I wasn’t expecting you until later. Come in."
He shook his head, keeping his feet planted, “No, I just, um, I just wanted to stop by and tell you something really quick.”
"Dean, you alright?"
He chuckled sadly, “No, not really.”
Emma took a step towards him, her face softening, “What is it?”
He took a deep breath, “Look, I have no illusions, okay? I know the life I live… I know how that’s gonna end for me. Whatever. I’m okay with that. But I want you to know, that when I do picture myself happy… it’s with you, and the kid.”
Emma’s mouth dropped slightly.
"I mean, you don’t have to say anything -"
"No," Emma replied quickly, then smiled, "I, I mean… I know. I have the same picture. Why don’t you come inside, please."
Although he smiled, she could see the way his eyes were beginning to gloss. He shook his head, “I wish I could… Take care of yourself, Emma.”
He turned to leave. “Wait,” Emma called out, reaching out and grabbing his arm before he could leave the front step. “Where the hell do you think you’re going? And why do you sound like you’re never coming back?”
"I know," he said, finally turning around to face her. A wet trail running from the corner of his eye down his cheek. "I’m sorry. But I don’t have a choice."
Emma’s brow creased, “Don’t have a choice? There’s always a choice. You can choose to come inside and let me get you a beer. We can talk.”
She turned to take the lead inside the house, but his arm caught hers to stop her. “Emma, wait a minute. Things are about to get really bad.”
"Things are always bad, Dean,” she yelled back, frustration getting the better of her.
He shook his head, “My kind of bad. I can’t just keep pretending like everything outside of Storybrooke isn’t happening. I have a job to do.”
"A destiny, right?" His head dropped. "What happened to screwing destiny, huh? What happened to not letting other people decide our fate for us?"
"It doesn’t change the fact that the world is ending," he said a little louder than he’d intended to. "I’d give anything not to leave. To stay here with you, and Henry, and your family.” He took a deep sigh, and Emma felt her own eyes water. “But I have a responsibility; there’s a chance I can stop it. That I can keep this world safe for you and your family to live on.”
Her breath caught as she tried to reply, a tear or two dropping. She looked up at him, and his face was so sincere it made her heart ache. “But we just found each other,” her voice trembled as she tried to blink away the tears. “Why does it have to be you?”
He breathlessly laughed, his lip quivering slightly, “Why do you have to be the savior? We’re just, cursed, I guess.”
She tried to smile, “Just, stay for an hour. Henry will be home from school then. At least say bye to him.”
He took a deep breath, smiling at the kid’s name. He squeezed his eyes tight as he shook his head. “Ah, it’s better if I don’t.” Emma felt more tears fall as he stepped in, wrapping his arms around her for a tight hug, kissing her forehead as he cradled the back of her head. “Goodbye, Emma.”