SPN Drabble: Brothers Without End
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dragonfly11Title: Brothers without end
Author: dragonfly
Genre: gen, drama, brotherly love, 6x11 missing scene
Summary: When we grow up, will we still be brothers?
A/N: AU drabble taking place immediately after Sam’s soul is returned in 6x11. (Unbeta’d) Will possibly turn into multiple drabbles regarding the boys’ bond.
~*~SPN~*~
/ “When we grow up, will we still be brothers?” /
Death departed with a cryptic, “He will be…confused,” and Dean ran to Sam’s side in what felt like slow motion.
/ “What kind of question is that?” the ten year old asked, pulling the band on his slingshot back and letting go. The bolt ricocheted off one of the junked cars in Bobby’s yard. /
Dean fell to his knees next to the cot.
/ Sammy shrugged, keeping his head down as he played with a little block of wood he was pretending was a toy car on the front porch.
“Sam?” Dean took his brother’s lax face in his hands. “Hey, come on, man, you’re okay...”
/ “Sometimes…” the boy started softly, “sometimes people just grow apart, dad said.”/
“Come on, open your eyes,” Dean urged, desperate to see his brother in them, desperate to see Sammy in them.
/ Dean lowered the slingshot and regarded his little brother with a seriousness many wouldn’t have imagined a boy his age could manage. “Not us, Sammy,” he said gravely./
Sam opened his eyes.
/ “Not us.”/
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Author: dragonfly
Genre: gen, drama, brotherly love, 6x11 missing scene
Summary: When we grow up, will we still be brothers?
A/N: AU drabble taking place immediately after Sam’s soul is returned in 6x11. (Unbeta’d) Will possibly turn into multiple drabbles regarding the boys’ bond.
~*~SPN~*~
/ “When we grow up, will we still be brothers?” /
Death departed with a cryptic, “He will be…confused,” and Dean ran to Sam’s side in what felt like slow motion.
/ “What kind of question is that?” the ten year old asked, pulling the band on his slingshot back and letting go. The bolt ricocheted off one of the junked cars in Bobby’s yard. /
Dean fell to his knees next to the cot.
/ Sammy shrugged, keeping his head down as he played with a little block of wood he was pretending was a toy car on the front porch.
“Sam?” Dean took his brother’s lax face in his hands. “Hey, come on, man, you’re okay...”
/ “Sometimes…” the boy started softly, “sometimes people just grow apart, dad said.”/
“Come on, open your eyes,” Dean urged, desperate to see his brother in them, desperate to see Sammy in them.
/ Dean lowered the slingshot and regarded his little brother with a seriousness many wouldn’t have imagined a boy his age could manage. “Not us, Sammy,” he said gravely./
Sam opened his eyes.
/ “Not us.”/
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end