Castiel cheerfully greeted the postman as he delivered their letters and newspaper. He filed through the mail, there didn't appear to be much. A letter for Sam, about the college he was applying to. A postcard for Garth. The last letter was the thickest. It said "U.S. Government" and was otherwise blank, except for Dean's name and address.

Cas suddenly became worried. Had Dean been accused of crime? He remembered all Dean's run – ins with authority in the past few years. He and Sam weren't exactly crime – free. They broke tons of laws, serving the greater good, of course, but common people wouldn't understand that.

He walked into their small house. Sam, Dean, Garth, and himself all lived together. The two brothers had tried every possible way to keep Garth out. He was completely oblivious to their attempts. Cas actually liked him though. The guy had been through a lot and was still one of the happiest people he had ever met.

He went to the kitchen and found Dean sitting at the table, drinking a beer. Garth was chattering away into Dean's ear. Dean seemed to be getting used to Garth, because he laughed naturally at the bad jokes and his smile wasn't too forced.

"Hiya Castiel! Want some pie?" Garth beamed.

"No thank you." Cas at down next to Dean. He handed him the mysterious government envelope.

Dean looked at him. "What's this?"

"I don't know. You should open it." Dean opened the envelope and squinted at the small print.

Garth started up again. " I once found a ghost trapped inside a letter. It was super vengeful and almost ate me for breakfast. I narrowly escaped by..." he continued to ramble on about the possessed envelope. Cas politely smiled and nodded along, but his attention was really on Dean. His brow furrowed as he read deeper into the letter. Suddenly, he slammed the letter onto the table and looked intensely at Cas.

"What?" asked Cas worriedly.

"America is going to be fighting in World War II, "he paused, his breath shaky, "They sent out a draft. One man from each household." Cas suddenly felt nauseous.

Garth looked confused. "Wait, wait, wait. Are you saying that they choose you out of all of us? Why wouldn't they choose me? Clearly I'm the most war qualified..." Dean cut him off. He was pale, but also very angry.

"Look Garth, you and Sam are only seventeen and Cas isn't even an American citizen. So that leaves me by default. Deal with it." Dean glared it him, daring him to argue.

He seemed disappointed, but didn't try to convince Dean otherwise,"I'm going to my room," he announced, trying to make Dean apologize. When he saw that Dean wasn't even looking at him, he gave up and stomped off.

Cas stood up, deciding it would be best for them to talk in their room, in case Sam or Garth were still lurking around. Dean followed him, but first stopped to make sure Sam had done his homework.

Their bedroom was small and crammed. They had a bed, dresser, and bookshelf, all of which seemed to make the room even smaller. The bathroom was across the hall, and they had to share it with Sam and Garth, who also shared a room. Sam had complained about Garth for the first few weeks after they moved in, but he was used to him by now.

Cas and Dean pulled on their pajamas and brushed their teeth in silence. Dean sat down on the bed and Cas joined him.

"So,...," Dean looked at him, " I have to leave in two weeks."

"Two weeks!" Cas exclaimed, "but thats not long enough!"

Dean gave a slight chuckle. "I know, Cas, its never long enough."

Cas was still frantic, "But Dean, thats not what I mean. I had plans."

"Plans?"

"Um...," there was a tall silence as Cas collected his thoughts. "I was going to ask you something."

"Okay, fire away."

"Dean...I...um...,"Cas struggled for words. "I...," he picked up his trench coat off the floor and pulled something out of the pocket. He looked down and thrust the object at Dean.

Dean stared at him for a moment, confused, but then turned his attention to th object. It was a small gray cube. He fingered it curiously. It was a box! He laughed at his own stupidity, glancing sideways at Cas. His eyes were still wide with anxiety. Dean frowned and opened the box.

Inside was a silver ring, twisted into a beautiful design that reminded Dean of feathery wings.

Cas looked up at him, eyes full of nervousness and hope. "Will...," his voice was shaky. "Will you marry me?"

Happiness swelled Dean's insides. He picked Cas up, and locked their lips into a long, passionate kiss. Once he put Cas down, their eyes locked. Their eyes were full of love, hope, and joy. They kissed again, but Dean broke away, frowning.

Cas's smile faded, "Whats wrong?"

Dean sat down, looking defeated. "Well, Cas, you do know...I mean, it might be a while before we can actually get married. Wars can last a long time."

Cas brightened. "Dean, I know, and that's why I asked you now. I couldn't wait that long to know. But now that I'm engaged to you, I feel better about you leaving because you made a promise, and now you have to come home to me."

Dean smiled and threw his pillow at Cas. "I was always going to come home, promise or not."

Cas grinned and snuggled into Dean's chest. They both fell asleep feeling happier and safer than they ever had.