This is a Fanfic between the Reader (Tess Navarra) and Balthazar the angel, I do not own supernatural and there may be intense war violence.
The moment you are drafted in the Navy, things come to a crashing halt, the phone call interrupted not only your dinner, but also your life. Your boyfriend Balthazar was concerned when he saw your shocked face and when you told him everything; he dropped the wine bottle as it crashed into a million pieces like your future and he hugged you tightly and tried to reassure you that you would be fine, but you were not fine, how could you be fine when you were selected to serve the United States of America in perhaps a dangerous war zone, you were afraid of dying and you burst out "I really don't want to go Balthazar, but I have to go, my country needs me more than ever." Balthazar simply hugged you and replied with a firm calmness in his voice "Tess, you will survive, you will be okay, and we can always talk to each other on the phone anyway" and he grips you firmly by the waist and kisses you gently on the forehead, then he kneels and says "Tess, I know this is a very hard moment for you, but I today I want to make it much better, will you do me the honor of being my bride?" Happy tears flood your green eyes as you brush your jet black hair to the side and you whisper a hushed "Yes"
One Year later off the coast of North Korea."TESS RUN!" your commanding officer Joseph Anthony shouts as you dash onto the deck as explosions rock the deck of the USS Ronald Reagan, smoke chokes out the blue sky and the shouting of the dying, wounded and the commanders pierce the sky as you quickly put on your navy hat you shoulder your gun, explosions are rocking the deck as bombs are dropped onto the aircraft carrier, you them take to a turret and try to shoot down the Korean planes as they take aim at you, the smell of burning flesh and blood soaked corpses are filling your nostrils, the sounds of the gun firing mercilessly at the airplanes are imprinted in your mind, you can only think of one thing and one thing only: To kill. You are a proud sailor, representing centuries of heritage and cultural history as you try and defend your carrier from the enemy bombers, even as the sirens are wailing and you can hear the buzzing of the engines of the U.S aircraft trying to intercept the North Korean aircraft to keep them from getting close, but while you are busy shooting at a North Korean jet; a bomb rips through the deck and the hull of the USS Ronald Reagan, sending you flying from her relatively safe outpost as the explosion sends you flying through the air as a piece of flotsam hits you in the head, your last thought as you lose consciousness: Good bye Balthazar. In your dream you can see Balthazar, he is in your room, drunk and belligerent, his wings are frazzled and the feathers are in disorder as he runs his fingers through his messy hair, his crystal blue eyes are tear-filled as he takes a swig of merlot and when he sees you, a series of expressions ranging from shock and grief fill his eyes and then he first begins "Tess?" And then he screams "WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?!" You open your eyes and you watch in horror as you fall from the sky, screaming and wailing, plunging to your doom in the ocean below, as you hit the ocean, you feel the pain from the impact of slamming into the ocean, as you slowly sink like a stone, your survival instincts kick in and you swim upwards to the surface, you gasp and cough out ocean water as you hear the booming explosions in the distance. Your lifejacket is holding you above the surface as you watch in stunned horror as the carrier capsizes on her port side and sinks, taking thousands of her crewmen with her. You scream and cry as you realize that many of your buddies and pals were on that carrier and were possibly dead, you scream "Balthazar! Help! Anyone!" You are a sobbing mess as your soaked hair trails down your face, dripping water onto your MARPAT uniform, you can only watch as black smoke billows into the blue sky and you howl for anybody to save you as dehydration and death looms.