October 14, 1943
Dear Sammy,
They say war is Hell, but Hell is organized and reserved for bastards and assholes. War is chaotic and good kids come and never return and leave their families heartbroken and hurt and wishing war was Hell because at least you don't find partial bodies and tear gas down under.
How's school? How's your girl? I got a girl over here Sammy baby, except he ain't a girl and he'd kick my ass if he saw this. He's a good soldier and the best fucking man I ever had the pleasure of knowing. If I'm not the luckiest son of a bitch you ever heard of you're lying.
His name is Cas. He's got these blue eyes that are relics from The Big Bang.
You thought I was screwing with you? He's beautiful, Sam. So beautiful you can't stand it. I don't know if I want to kick his ass or give him a blowjob or kiss him. I'm going apeshit over here. How could a man created from a shooting star end up in a goddamn no man's land in the middle of a world war and love me back?
How the hell am I supposed to react? It's one of those things you don't even try to mess with, Sammy. It's bad here. It's not Hell but it ain't no motherfucking Heaven. It's a mystery how love could be born in this shit.
Don't go running your mouth saying your brother's a queer. He's too fucking beautiful Sam. Too goddamn beautiful for this piece of shit war.
Dean