SPN Drabble: Brothers Without End

Title: 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.


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/ “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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NCIS Ficlet: Missed you, boss

Title: Missed you, boss
Author: dragonfly
Genre: family, 06x02 missing scene, gen
Summary: Tony really, really missed Gibbs while he was Agent Afloat.
A/N: The scene after Gibbs and Ziva arrive when they’re going to see the coroner, Tony says, “I missed you, boss.” “Yeah, I know, DiNozzo,” Gibbs replies, as if recalling something that just happened—say, when they arrived. Hence ficlet. Hope you enjoy!

~*~NCIS~*~

“Well, when do they get here?” he demanded, feeling excitement bubble up.

“Already have,” a familiar and more than welcomed voice said from behind.

He spun around and instantly smiled.

“Nice tan,” Ziva said, smiling back while Gibbs looked on fondly.

Without conscious thought, he hung up on McGee and Vance. Then he was walking towards them. Before he realized it, he had his arms wrapped around Gibbs.

Releasing a breath, he lowered his chin onto the back of Gibbs’ shoulder. Growing up, he never felt like he had a home—not really, not since his mother had died. Yet now, thousands of miles from D.C….he suddenly found himself home.  The tension that he had been carrying around for months slowly started to fade. He didn’t realize he was being talked to—or even that he was still hugging Gibbs, until a cool, callused hand palmed the back of his neck, and a smaller hand ran across his ribs. “I missed you, boss,” he said evenly.

“Yeah,” Gibbs rasped lightly, “I can see that.”

“How was your flight?”  He still hadn’t let go.

“Long, DiNozzo,” he answered, not unkindly. “Care to give a SitRep?”

Tony hesitated. “I missed you, boss.”

He felt the arms around him tighten. “Missed you too, Tony.”
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