Quick Sketch - Sammy

"Sammy, this way."

"I know, Dean. And it's Sam, not Sammy," he mumbled in response.

Sam followed his older brother as they hunted the creature their father had been tracking. Dean insisted on calling him that, and on treating him like some little kid. He was fourteen, and he'd been hunting for years now. He just wanted a little respect for once.

He jumped when Dean stopped him with an arm across the chest. "Watch it, Sammy!"

Sam looked down. He'd nearly stepped in a trap. He sighed. He'd never get it right.

Suddenly, he was on the ground. Something had knocked him over, something that Dean was currently trying to shoot the crap out of.

John appeared through the trees on the opposite side of the thing. Together, he and Dean put that you-know-what down. It was only then that Sam realized he'd simply watched the entire fight, which had lasted only a short moment.

Failed, again.

He just wanted to be normal, yet that wasn't an option. And so he tried to be this, but he was always last in line behind his father and brother. They always took over, he was just the boring researcher who made friends with the hunted.

Curse You For Loving Me

Hello, dearies!

There's so much going on in this thing called life right now, and I've unfortunately fallen terribly behind on blogging and the like.

Church and friends, family and traveling, books and writing and music. Mostly some new friends I've just met this week, a more than likely move to Florida (the state which I despise), and The Book Thief. Yes, I caved. I couldn't stand it any more. I had to read it again. Especially after that movie... whatever that was.

But, since I've been suddenly absent, I decided I'd give you all a taste of part two of the fanfic I've written. I've only just begun working on it, but I'm determined to finish it before September 28. Because there's no way I'm writing more of this particular fanfic after the next episode comes out. I just couldn't do it, because it would no longer be accurate. I hate deviations. Usually.

I'm probably going to edit this later, but here you are:

Robin loved Regina, he really did. But now, the woman who had been his first wife and the mother of his child had come back from the past - literally. What was he supposed to make of that? 

"Regina-" he begin, taking a step toward her. 

"Don't you 'Regina' me," she snapped. 

Marian watched this, confused, then spoke before Regina could continue. "Robin, I don't understand. Who is this woman?" 

Robin sighed. "Marian, I've thought you dead for years-" 

"What are you saying?" 

"I'm saying that since you've been gone, I've come to love this woman." 

"So what you're saying is that you no longer love me." 

"Of course I do!" Robin paused. "You were dead, Marian. How can you fault me for loving again?"

Any thoughts? Tell me or don't. I'm just hoping I can write Robin and Marian as true-to-character as I seem to have last time. I don't know them nearly as well as I know the characters in part one.

The title of this post jumped into my head just now. I'm pretty sure that's what I'll title the fanfic. Thoughts?

[title here]

Hello, dearies. Guess what? Today, I'm posting my first ever fan fiction! 

{naturally}

I strongly recommend that you [finish] watch[ing] all three seasons before reading this. If you've seen all three, don't care about spoilers, or don't plan on watching Once, then proceed! Though, if you haven't seen it, it probably won't make any sense.

It occurs exactly at the end of season three, beginning about an instant after Regina tells Emma she better not have brought anything else back [from the past].

Warning!! Spoilers ahead!

Hook got up and took Emma by the arm, pulling her away from the gathering and back outside to the very place he'd just confessed to giving up his ship for her sake.

"What have you done?" he snapped.

Emma was still a bit shell-shocked. Marian? How, why... Hook's words registered and she fumbled to answer them. "I... But I couldn't just... She was going to be executed!"

"If that's how history happened the first time, then that's how it had to happen again. Now, judging by the way things went in there, we've quite possibly got the Evil Queen on our hands again."

"Or hand, in your case," Emma mumbled in response.

"Whatever," Hook sighed. "Swan, the point is, we've—"

"Emma!" Belle interrupted as she approached them, cutting Hook off.

"Belle, what is it?" Emma could see the confusion written across Belle's face.

"It's Rumple," she answered, choking back tears. "I think he's lying to us."

"What do you mean, he's lying to us?" Emma asked, Marian forgotten for the moment.

Belle held up the dagger she was holding. "I tried to use this." She paused. "It isn't working."

Emma groaned. "I'll get David, then we'll go talk to him." She wanted to say more, but not with Belle standing there.

Hook, Belle, Emma, and David stormed into Mr. Gold's shop. Gold himself was behind the counter, his back to them. When he heard the four enter, he finished what he was doing and turned to face them.

"What can I do for you all?" he began, but then he saw Belle's face. "Belle!" he muttered, walking around the counter towards her. "What's the matter?"

"You've been lying to us," Emma stated, ferocity creeping through her voice.

"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean," Rumple replied, his hand on Belle's arm. She looked at it but didn't move away.

"You know very well what we mean." Emma gestured to the dagger in Belle's hand. "That dagger is a fake."

"Whatever makes you think that?" he said, spreading his hands out in front of him.

"We used it," Emma answered, then added, "or tried to."

Rumple, shocked at his discovery, looked to Belle. "Belle? I thought you trusted me."

"I thought you trusted me," she responded softly.

"But I do."

"Then why," Belle asked, her voice begging for a better explanation, "did you lie to me? I gave the dagger to you, you didn't have to give it back!"

Gold looked around him at the faces of the others, his hands still spread wide, then back at Belle. She wanted so bad to believe in him still, he could see it in the way her eyes were pleading with him. But there was something else, something he hadn't seen in her before. Her walls were going up, and he had to stop them.

Rumple dropped his arms to his sides. "I killed Zelena."

"Come again?" Hook interjected.

"I killed Zelena," Gold repeated. "I took the real dagger because I knew I couldn't if Belle had it."

"But why—"

"I had to avenge my son!" he shouted, then softened again. "I swore it."

"But why give me a fake?" Belle cried. "You could have just taken it."

Gold looked down. "Because then everyone would have known I killed her."

"You used me."

He looked back up at her. "Belle..."

She didn't respond, just stared at him, tears scrolling down her cheeks, her feet frozen to the ground.

"Belle, I'm so sorry, I really am," Rumple apologized, cupping his hands around Belle's face. This time, she turned away.

"Belle, please." Rumple swallowed before continuing. "Forgive me."

Belle looked up, her eyes a fire. "You proposed to me, and then you used me," she bit off quietly, full of passion.

"Sure, you're sorry," Emma cut in, taking control again. "Maybe we'd believe that if you'd stop lying to us."

David put his hand on Emma's shoulder, quieting her, and looked at Gold. "Where is the dagger?"

"It's locked in the safe with magic. Only I can open it."

"Get it," David instructed.

"And don't even think about pulling any tricks," Emma said viciously.

"Emma." David looked at her reprovingly.

Gold held his hands up as he walked behind the counter and opened the safe. He ran his hand above the box stored inside, undoing the magic he'd sealed it with. He picked up the dagger with both hands and held it in front of him as he walked around the counter toward Emma.

"Take it," Emma motioned to Hook, never taking her eyes off Gold.

Hook took the dagger and stepped back as David handcuffed Rumple. Emma and David led Gold away, Belle and Hook trailing behind.

Killian slowed to a halt, stopping Belle with his hook. She froze, waiting. "I don't condone what he's done, lass," he started, "but if it's any comfort... that man does love you. And if there's one thing we've learned these past couple of years, it's that true love is stronger than anything." The words tasted strange on his tongue. "Don't give up, luv."

Belle looked at Hook. "Thank you," she smiled gratefully, her eyes still shimmering with tears.

Rumplestiltskin sat in the jail cell, the same one he'd vacated of Zelena not long ago. That woman had been his undoing. Why hadn't he taken care of her when he'd had the chance? Right, he'd no need to then. Now he was a changed man; was supposed to be. Yet, he again found himself in a cage because of her.

Alone.

Belle had finally given up on him. And if she'd given up, how could he expect anyone else to believe in him? She'd always been that one.

Bae. His son, the one he'd crossed worlds and, despite the risks, enabled a curse to find, was gone. He'd found him only to lose him again, this time for ever.

You reap was you sow. The thought whirled around in his head. If that was true, did he really deserve all he was getting? Probably more, he thought resignedly.

Belle was hurting. She didn't understand how Rumple had lied to her, and in such a big way. She was torn between believing and giving up. She still loved him — she always would. But after this latest betrayal, she couldn't keep the question from haunting her soul: Can a man like Rumplestiltskin truly change?

yes, that's the end

I'm thinking of continuing this {I'm pretty sure Anna almost died when she realized that's where it ended} but I'm having a terrible time thinking of a title (for both this part and the possible series).

So, what do you think of this? Should I continue? Any title suggestions?
Tell me in the comments!