A/N: Yes its another deaging fic but I couldn't help writing little Dean. This story is set in season three of supernatural so it does not include angels or the apocalypse. It is set anytime after season six for NCIS.

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS or Supernatural. I also do not own the characters within either of these wonderful TV shows.

Sam looked around at the T-shirts in the kids' section at Walmart. A hunt had left him with a kiddie version of his brother.

A week ago

"Shoot Sam shoot!" Dean yelled out at his younger brother. The werewolf they were hunting was getting closer. His gun lay forgotten on the ground crushed by the behemoth's feet after he had taken the gun away from him.

Sam nodded, grabbing the other gun lying by a tree. Thankfully this one wasn't crushed and still in good use. Getting up from where the werewolf had thrown him Sam picked up the gun and ran towards his brother.

"Aahhhh!" A horrible pain filled scream echoed throughout the forest. Sam sped up. That sounded just like Dean. More screams filled the air as Sam kept running.

Searching around in the darkness Sam stumbled across the clearing where a large shadow was holding a limp figure its hands as if it were a puppet. Raising the gun he aimed and fired. The shots rang out through the quiet night. The large beast seemed to stumble and flail around before it fell down dead.

Making sure the beast was dead Sam quickly made his way over to the large beast lying on its' back. The moonlight illuminated the limp figure from before. Sam rushed over and gasped.

Lying on the ground lay Dean. He seemed to be unconscious and for once Sam was glad Dean had blacked out. No doubt he would be in a world of pain if he had been awake. Long jagged lines ran across his chest and torso the blood seeping out of the wounds glistening in the light. One particular gash that ran across his stomach seemed to be very deep as it wouldn't stop bleeding even as Sam put pressure on his wounds. Thankfully Sam noticed Dean hadn't been bitten.

Raising his brother up gently Sam felt his hands get sticky with blood, Dean's blood.

Frantic he raised him up a bit higher and saw smaller jagged lines running across his brother's back it also appeared that his head was bleeding. Cursing out loud Sam tried to carry his brother in a way that would cause him as less pain as possible. Just as he had gotten him somewhat situated he heard a rustle of leaves, something was coming his direction.

Sam froze. Whatever it was, was getting closer.

Out of the bushes stepped out a petite slender woman. She walked towards them. Sam tightened his hold on his brother and got into a defensive/protective stance. This made her pause.

"Do not worry I will not hurt you" She held her hands out in a surrendering gesture.

Sam snorted. How many times had he heard that before? "What do you want then?"

The woman pointed at Dean. "He seems to be in need of medical help and I can provide some"

Sam was still wary. "And why would you do that?" he asked. It seemed rather fishy that a random woman shows up in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night.

"My people are very sorry, he" at this she looked towards the large beast. "was not supposed to be killing others" her face seemed to fill with regret.

Sam's eyes widened. "You're a…."

"I myself am not although my people are but I assure you that I do not want to hurt you merely help." Seeing the sincerity and honesty in her face and stance convinced Sam that she might be telling the truth. Plus there was the fact that Dean needed help and fast.

Following her lead, not before making sure she wasn't a demon, they navigated through the heart of the forest. Reaching the middle of the forest they walked into a large clearing.

These people looked normal and if he hadn't been told, he would never have known that they were not normal. Then again that was the case with most supernatural baddies. Walking over to a small home they entered the room and got to a bed in one of the rooms. He was shooed out of the room and the door was closed as another woman stood outside waiting with him.

"Why can't I see my brother?" He demanded.

"No one must be in the room while he is being healed it will mess up the process." She answered with a monotone voice that grated on Sam's nerves. He watched through the gap between the door and the floor as a bright light filled the room. The only thing stopping him from barging into the room was the threat of him interfering with the healing process.

After what felt like years the door finally opened and his guide and Dean's healer walked out thoroughly exhausted.

"He is healed" The woman answered before he could voice his question. Relief flooded through him as he heard those words. Opening the door he quickly rushed inside and ran towards the bed containing his brother.

He stopped.

On the bed there lay a little boy, who could not have been older than six but no doubt about it, it was his brother Dean. Growing up with Dean he had seen his brother at this age and knew without a doubt that it was him.

It seemed that the healing done by the woman had not only reversed the damage but also his brother's age. She said it had been an accident. She reversed too far. They were trying to find a way to reverse this reversal even though it was supposedly not possible according to their guide.

Now though, he hoped he could find something that the little monster that currently was his brother would want to wear.

"Hey what do you think about this Dean?"

No answer

"Dean" Sam looked around his little big brother was nowhere to be found.

"Dean…..Dean?" Sam felt his heart pound in his chest. How did he manage to lose him in such a short amount of time? He was pretty sure that he was the worst brother on the planet right now. God, Bobby was going to kill him.

"…"

"DEAN!"

"Yup Sammy?" Sam breathed a sigh of relief. Right in front of him stood Dean rocking on his heels with no care in the world. The little brat must have come out of nowhere.

"I thought I told you to stay close to me and not wander off" He took hold of his brother's hand to ensure that he wouldn't wander off again.

Dean tried to yank his hand away but Sam held him tight. "I'm not a baby Sam I don't need you to hold my hand, plus I'm older than you" he retorted.

Sam shook his head "Not at the moment Dean"

Dean scowled. "Just cuz my body is kiddiefied doesn't mean a thing I can still kick your ass Sammy whether I'm little or not." Sam resisted the urge to hit his head against the wall repeatedly. Why did Dean have to be so difficult? It seemed that while Dean's body had been kiddified his memories had not and he was still the older brother where Sam cared or not.

"I'm serious Sammy" Dean tried to put his most menacing face on. While it might have worked when he was older, right now it just made him look downright cute.

"So am I Dean you can't just go off by yourself what if something happens" Sam replied annoyed and with a hint of worry in his tone. He still couldn't get over the fact that just a week ago Dean had almost been killed and now he was a vulnerable little kid.

"SAMMY!" Did he mention a loudmouthed one too?

"Yeah Dean"

"I said I'll stay here and help you pick out shirts if you stop holding my hand" Sam complied. Once free Dean turned around and stated. "Only because if I don't then you'll pick out girly clothes for me"

"Whatever makes you happy Dean" Sam said shaking his head. "Whatever makes you happy"

NCIS

"What do we have here Jethro?" Ducky asked. For once they had gotten to a crime scene on time. Although that might have been due to the fact that Ducky drove this time instead of Jimmy, his slightly clumsy and no sense of direction assistant.

"A missing petty officer found dead by the edge of the creek" The call had come in after a couple had found the body when they decided to take a romantic stroll in the morning.

That must have been romantic Tony thought. "You know boss this reminds me of all those horror movies where the killer lives in the forest and dumps the body in the…."

Whack

"Shutting up now boss" Tony turned around and went back to work. The whole team had been on edge the whole week. Their killer had dumped his third body in two weeks this time in a creek. The worst thing was the gruesome way the killer left the bodies. It appeared that the people had been tortured and then killed.

"Time of Death Duck?"

Ducky inserted the liver probe. "It appears to have been not more than twelve hours ago."

"So sometime yesterday night?" Gibbs asked.

"Yes Jethro and it appears that our poor petty officer met the same tragic fate as the others." Ducky replied. He turned the body over and noticed the same stab marks on the back that had been on the other two bodies. On the front though there were signs of rope burns on the neck.

"What about a cause of death?" Gibbs asked.

"Until I get him to autopsy I will not know for certain Jethro but if it turns out to be the same killer then he may be getting more confident. Three bodies in less than two weeks is a lot Jethro"

Gibbs nodded. "I know Duck" Turning to the team he addressed them. "Come on let's head back and see what we can find."

Back at the office

"McGee what do you have?" Gibbs was in a mood. Three bodies and still no sign of their killer.

McGee gulped and looked towards Gibbs. How to explain that he had found essentially nothing. "Umm well he had a perfect record and we found no connection to any of the other victims."

"So you are telling me you found nothing then?" Gibbs demanded. McGee nodded. Tony and Ziva looked on sending their teammate sympathetic glances as he bore the brunt of Gibbs' wrath. Gibbs turned around and addressed them.

"What about you two? Have you found anything useful?" Tony and Ziva looked at each other.

"No boss"

"Nothing Gibbs"

Gibbs grunted. Went back to his desk and grabbed his wallet. "I'm going to get coffee and I hope that by the time I get back one of you has something to show me." With that Gibbs grabbed his jacket and left leaving the rest of his team scrambling to make a name fall out of the sky.

"Dean" Sam called his brother's name for what must have been the fifth time.

"Come on Sammy"

"No Dean we are just passing through the area there is no way that we're going to take on a hunt right now"

"But Sammy" Dean whined.

"No Dean and its Sam not Sammy"

"Whatever Sammy" Dean answered back smiling impishly at the last word.

Sam scowled. "Dean we are not taking this hunt and its final" At this Dean lost his cheerful demeanor and glared at Sam.

"One you can't tell me what to do and two it's our job to save people from the baddies out there or have you forgotten?"

Sam ran his hand over his face in frustration. Dean did have a point there, not that many hunters would want to come into fed central. Plus Dean didn't have to go to the actual hunt Sam could go by himself if it really was a spirit like he thought. Dean wouldn't have to know that yet.

Sam opened his eyes to find Dean staring at him intently. "Okay Dean we're going to take the hunt."

Dean stared at him with suspicion. "Seriously, we're going to take this hunt?" He asked with a hopeful voice.

Sam nodded.

"Awesome!" Dean rushed up to his taller brother and hugged his waist. Sam yelped in surprise. He awkwardly put his arms around his smaller than usual brother.

"Thanks Sammy" That caught Sam off guard. It wasn't often that his brother thanked him or hugged him. Not that Dean didn't love him because he was fiercely protective of his baby brother, but because he was Mr. Macho-no-chick flick moments guy. Seeing his older brother in this state made something inside of Sam stir.

"You're welcome Dean" They stood there in peaceful silence before Dean spoke up.

"Hey Sam?" Dean looked up at his ginormously tall brother. A smile gracing his features.

Sam looked down at his brother tenderly. "Yeah Dean?"

"What's for breakfast?"

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