American Soldier

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This is meant as an OneShot, but if wanted, I will make it a chapter story. :) Enjoy!

Also, it's dedicated to all the soldiers in an branch of the service! God Bless You All!

American Soldier

Hunting was over, Dean needed a job, and the Army sounded promising.

So he signed up. He went to boot camp and managed with flying colors.

Now he was stationed at a base in Texas.

"Meet here at 0700 hours tomorrow," the captain said to he troops. "That understood?"

"Yes, sir," the soldiers saluted.

"Dismissed."

And off they strolled.

Dean started to walk back toward his barrack.

"Winchester, wait up," said a familiar voice from behind him.

Dean kept walking but let his head turn. Danny. Like normal.

"What's up, you piece of hunk," the nineteen-year-old asked his twenty-eight-year old buddy.

Dean had taking a weird liking to the younger male. Something just drew him to Dean and vice versa. So they hung out a few times. Hit a lot of parties together. At one point, it was thought they were a couple – but Dean was quick to put that to rest.

"Nothing, man. What party we hitting tonight?"

"Depends. I heard Laura wants to fu-"

"Winchester," came yet another voice. "What's the hurry, man?"

Dean watched as his older friend, Chris, caught up with the two others.

"Nothin'. Want to hit a party tonight? Dan's going."

"You know I'm in."

Dean nodded and turned back to Danny. "What's she want to do?"

"Rumor is she wants to give you a little something-something, if my geezer knows what I'm talking about."

Dean smirked. "She the only one?"

"Nah," Chris said. "Erica told me there are five people from her building that like you."

Dean laughed as he entered his barrack building. "What can I say? I've got the charm."

"Definitely," Dan said. "You're one hot piece. Total babe. I'd do you."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Go get yourself a life, dude. Meet me there at nine, deal?"

Dan nodded. "Later." And he left.

Dean turned to Chris. "Want to come in?"

"Nah," Chris said. "Nancy and the kids are going to the park. She wants me there."

"Didn't think you'd party."

"Hey, who said anything about that? I'm all in."

Dean smiled at his buddy. "Later, man."

"Later."

Dean entered his apartment and locked the door behind him.

He sank into his chair and rubbed his forehead. There were so many memories of pain, of hurt. Of war.

He had only been in the Army a year and a half. But that was enough. The Army deployed him to some god-forsaken country in the Middle East.

Dean sighed and took a deep breath.

He knew. He knew that if given the chance, he'd head right back into that hell hole on the Earth. He'd go right back. Because he was doing good. He was protecting other people – people who couldn't protect themselves.

And Dean smiled. In the six months that he was deployed, he'd made friends with six kids from an orphanage by saving them from a bomb, three women who thought he looked good in his uniform, and fifteen other soldiers – seven of which were women.

Dean was part of something that mattered. He was one of America's finest.

He was an American Soldier.

And if he could go back and change it, he wouldn't.

Because he loved being a soldier. It was more than a job, it was a… passion. Dean loved it. He loved the job as much as Sammy and the Impala.

He loved being a soldier.

So he'd be the first one to jump on that plane to Iraq – and he hated planes.

He'd be the first one to knock you out if you tried to hurt an American – any American.

And he was proud. Proud of his fellow service men and women. Proud of himself.

Proud to be an American Soldier.