Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, If I did it would have surely been cancelled in season 1 xD Sam and Dean are soldiers during World War 2. Reviews are greatly appreciated, just please be patient with me and withhold your torches and various other sharp pointy objects for at least a couple more chapters, this is my first time writing fic 3 This story was inspired by the amazing song by House of Heroes with the same name. Check it out, it must be listened to over and over again!

Clods of dirt the size of bowling balls sailed into the air and Sam couldn't help but think they were like fireworks, the way they seemed to burst into a million little pieces of tiny rocks and soil as the world exploded underneath his feet. He watched them dissolve in the air, in perfect sync with the orchestra of gunfire around them. The perfect combination of noises and lights, just like the Fourth of July…

"SAM, YA IDJIT! GET DOWN!" His commanding officer pulled him down into the dirt just as another mortar went off and Sam snapped back into the moment, scrambling back into a foxhole with Bobby still keeping a hard grip on the collar of his jacket. Everything was chaos.

Soldiers were scrambling to take cover as the skeletons that were once trees were torn from the ground with the force of the explosions, sharp pieces of wood shattering every which way and embedding themselves in some poor bastard. Everything was shouting and explosions and gunpowder. A soldier from his squad, no his friend: a kid named Andy, was pressing his hands over another man's chest shouting "Medic!"But everyone was too occupied at the moment.

"SAM!"

Sam's eyes snapped wide open. Even in the chaos of the moment he'd know that voice anywhere: Dean, he had to get to Dean. Scrambling out of Bobby's grip he made a run for it, Bobby's angry voice shouting after him, "WINCHESTER! Get back here! Damnit, that's an order! SAM!"

He ran toward the voice, searching it out like a man starving. Gunfire still flashed all around him and the fact that he was actually running toward the enemy was only a minor blip in his train of thought. Dean was here, Dean was alive, he just needed to find his brother then everything would be ok. "Dean!"

And suddenly, he was there, standing in the middle of the clearing that was strangely still covered in green. His helmet had been taken off and he was wearing his plain black shirt and that aviator jacket from home instead of his dark green uniform like the rest of them. Dean turned to smile at him in that familiar annoying-ass-of-a-brother smile that said "You girl, were you actually worrying about me?"

Sam rushed forward in relief, grinning like an idiot, his smile twisting into horror as an explosion went off just behind Dean. "DEAN!"

Dean didn't seem to hear him though; he just kept on smiling as the light from the explosion lit up perfectly behind him and the wind blasted his jacket forward. For a second, just a second, Dean looked larger than life, bathed in the golden light like some kind of comic book hero or the angels who Jessica said supposedly carried out God's wrath. And then time started again and the explosion engulfed them both.