This story is set in the Second World War. Forgive me for any historical inaccuracy and grammar/spelling mistakes. Juz enjoy it mkay.. :3


Today was just a new day on the farm, a lovely Monday morning, the 14th of July 1944.

Cas awoke to the noise of distress outside in the paddocks. He laid there for just a few more moments in silence as he looked up at the ceiling. Then he slowly turned his head to peer at Dean sleeping next to him, stretching out his arms as he did so. The young man poked at his lover's side before sitting up with a small sigh and rubbing his glazed over eyes.

"Dean.." Cas' voice was all husky to begin with. "Dean." he managed to say a little louder, but, this didn't even cause a stir from Dean. Cas ground his teeth before hopping up from bed and making his way over to the window sill, peering through the lace curtains and out into the visible pasture. There was enough glow to show a group of animals running around frantically, and then there were the wild dogs, who could barely be seen due to their colour.

"Dean!" Cas yelled at his love, who was still sleeping comfortably over in the warm bed, or rather, who had been sleeping comfortably until he was yelled at.

"Whaaaaaat?" Dean yawned and went to the effort to open his eyes and look over at Cas, who seemed to be in distress.

"Wild dogs god dammit!" he rushed over to the wardrobe and grabbed his long coat, wasting no time with also grabbing a large rifle and rushing on out the door.

Dean immediately sat up in the bed as Cas had rushed out the door with a gun. He swiftly followed after his lover.
Spotting Cas rushing over the hill, Dean narrowed his eyebrows and continued to follow.
Once he had reached the top of the hill where Cas was already aiming, Dean held up his own rifle and searched for an open target, however, the alpacas were making it extremely difficult to get a clear shot.

"We'll have to move closer. There's three of them." Cas said before advancing further towards the scene.

Dean nodded in response and attempted to find a good angle. With that, he breathed slowly, a stern concentrated expression on his face as he put pressure on the trigger.

"Gotcha!" Dean exclaimed. Then one of the other wild dogs moved into view. Dean expertly pierced the side of that unfortunate canine too.

Cas had been unlucky, as he couldn't find a decent shot. He had been expecting the last wild dog to give up and run away, however, it didn't. This was surprising, not to mention the fact that the week old cria was still alive and bounding around, hiding behind it's family members. But the alpacas were starting to tire out, and god only knows how long the wild dogs had been terrorising the herd before their screaming calls had woken him up.

Cas had to be quick with this, since Dean was no longer in the position to shoot the wild dog. So, he aligned the rifle and held it steady. Everything seemed to slow down as he pulled on the trigger, nothing around him could have possibly distracted him at this moment in time. But then Cas' heart sank down into his gut when he lowered the gun to find that he couldn't see if he had been successful in the shooting.

Dean penetrated the air with his fist. "Great shot Cas!" he cheered and approached each dead dog. He then counted the herd, and approached Cas, who was still standing in that same spot, in which the sun was now shining.
"Cas, we're missing 2." Dean told his lover.

Cas looked to Dean with a displeased expression. When there were alpacas missing from the herd in this situation, they were most certainly dead. His bright blue eyes were filled with angst. The only thing he loved more than Dean, was his gorgeous herd of alpacas. After the alpacas, came the goats and sheep, not to mention the llama named Bobby, who bared a unique and strange personality.
"Melody and Lancelot..." he whimpered, then turned on his heel to go and find them.

Once they had been found, Dean went to go and check on all of the other animals. He wondered why the wild dogs hadn't gone for the sheep rather than the alpacas, but seeing the new sight, he growled under his breath. Five of ten sheep had been taken down. The dogs had probably grown bored of the sheep, as they were too easy to catch. "These were the sons of bitches that like to kill for fun." he said to himself, then returned to Cas.

Cas shook his head at the news. "Melody and Lancelot went down fighting, they were always the protectors of their herd." the beautiful man stated as he placed a few planks of wood on top of the two animals. The two alpacas hadn't been too far apart, so Cas didn't have to drag Melody too far.


Once they had also dealt with the sheep, they had two fires going. One with the alpacas, and one with the five sheep, it was the only way to effectively dispose of them.

Then when Cas had finished paying his respects, he silently made his way back into the house.

Dean was never this emotional about losing animals, this was just life, this sort of thing happened. It was the fact that his dear Cas was so upset that made him feel sad.

"Cas?" Dean carefully approached the young man who was leaning into the kitchen bench. He didn't hesitate in coming up behind him and wrapping his arms around his waist. Dean could hear the strained sobs escaping Cas' mouth, so he pulled back just enough to turn him around so he could look into his eyes.

"Hey.." Dean brushed a thumb over his lover's cheek. "It's okay.." he planted a comforting kiss in-between Cas' eyes, then pulled him into a big, squishy hug, taking the time to brush his hand through the sobbing man's long hair.


Dean was always prepared to spend all the time it takes to restore Cas' happiness whenever he needed to. After all, listening to an adorable, gorgeous upset man wasn't so hard to do, and that wasn't all, because Cas' Russian accent made every word that escaped his mouth sound sacred.

Now, both of them had a smile on their face. Dean had cured his partner of depression once again.

"I love you Dean." Cas caressed his saviour's face and gazed into his eyes lovingly.

"You're gorgeous." Dean replied. "I remember the first time you looked at me like that." he sent a flirtatious smile to Cas.

Dean could remember how they first met, and how they had been through so much grief. Every time he thought of the past, he would think back to the present, and feel relief that they could live a normal, yet amazing life together in the middle of nowhere, out here in these fields with no intense problems accompanying them, or rather, nothing they couldn't handle. They deserved a life such as this.


Cas' mind had been rid of the devastating loss of seven animals for a while now, and he had just finished cooking lunch with Dean, having had a little food fight in the middle of it all too.
Cas brushed his foot up the length of Dean's leg whilst sitting at the table, a cheeky smile accompanying his face while doing so.

"Ooohh.. Hello." Dean grinned and took a hold of Cas' bare foot.

"No! Don't tickle my foot! Please, I beg you!" he attempted to pull his foot away, but it was too difficult to.

Dean slightly bit down on his bottom lip as he gently brushed his fingers over the top of Cas' foot, earning half of a squeal from the pretty man. He then dared to tickle the bottom of his foot, but soon there was no foot to tickle because Cas had forcefully yanked his own leg back into his possession.

"Haha! Aww, c'mere." Dean arose from the chair he was sitting in and swiftly moved around to where Cas was still seated.

Cas was too slow in realising what Dean was actually doing. He was going to full on tickle attack him and he was still seated at the damn table. "Dean!" he leapt out of his chair and attempted to escape, but failed.

Dean had taken a hold of his gorgeous lover and started to tickle at his sides.

Somehow, they had made it to the bedroom, not that they were planning anything romantic, but Cas had just tried to drag himself away anywhere possible.

Cas had pulled on his lover so that they both fell onto the bed, once again, attempting to escape Dean, but, still didn't succeed.
"Dean! Please! No more tickling!" he sounded desperate through gasps for air.

Obviously, he knew when to stop, and now was the time to do so. Dean simply nuzzled up against Cas, instantly earning forgiveness. He smooched his cheek multiple times before the moment had been interrupted by someone knocking on the front door.

"What the hell?" Dean knitted his eyebrows together and listened, just to make sure he wasn't hearing things. "Who on Earth would be at the front door?" he asked himself, brushing a hand over Cas' chest before getting up and walking to the front door to open it with caution.

Dean looked the two men up and down. They appeared to be soldiers of the army.

"Dean Winchester?" one of them had asked.

"Yes? Can I help you?" Dean replied, showing irritation on both his face and in his tone of voice.

"You need to come with us. Your birthday has been drawn." the soldier nodded. "Time to serve in the army." the man added, obviously he had been to way too many doors addressing many others for the same reason.

Dean froze for a moment, trying to process what was just said to him. "Excuse me? I don't want to serve in the army." he shook his head.

The soldier sighed, "Just get your ass out here okay? Or you're getting locked up. It's the law..."

He snickered with disgust. "How dare you! Showing up at my front door and speaking to me like that... You have none of my respect!" Dean shouted, upset, because he knew that either way these guys were going to take him away with force, no matter what he tried to do. He was so frightened and angry and he couldn't think properly.

"Dean?" Cas cautiously approached, trying to put two and two together as to what was going on.

Dean swiftly spun around, a devastated look on his face. "Cas.." he looked back to the soldiers and closed the door for a moment. "Cas, everything is going to be okay.. okay?" he said to his lover, placing both hands on Cas' cheeks. "I have to go to war Cas..." Dean confessed with a whimper, the same time a tear rolled down his cheek. This wasn't fair, this had been too sudden, it was so wrong.

"What? No.. No I won't let them take you away!"

"Cas. Shhh.. Just keep calm okay? I will be back, I swear to god I will be back. I promise." Dean brought their lips together just as one of the soldiers became impatient and attempted to bust open the door.

Dean pressed one finger against Cas' lips just after he had pulled back, then he opened the door.

"Are you two homosexuals?" the soldier asked as he scanned over both Dean and Cas as if he were about to tear something to pieces.

Dean slightly hesitated before replying, "No. He's my younger brother." he lied, of course. Dean wasn't prepared to take that chance again, since admitting to their gay love had almost killed both of them last time.

"Right.." the soldier suspiciously nodded, then stepped aside so that Dean could walk out.
"I know, we're unreasonable, but it's just the way it goes." the other soldier stated.

As Dean made his way out the door, he turned to look at Cas and his broken expression. Was this really happening? Was he really just going to leave like that? Not that he had the choice, but how could he possibly do this without losing it completely? Dean would most likely snap later on, when it would all be sure to sink in.

Cas couldn't do anything. His emotions were all over the place. He was angry, he was upset and devastated and he was in shock, and there was nothing he could do about it but stand there in the doorway and stare as his one and only walked away from him. Cas wasn't thinking about the fact that Dean had no choice but to leave either way. Cas was beyond hurt. By now his throat felt as though it was in a knot, and his eyes were glazing over just like they were when he had awoken this morning. Cas wanted to call out to Dean, but he couldn't, he had no voice, and he was frozen.

"D-dean.." he attempted to call out to him, but all that had managed to escape his mouth was silence. Cas watched as Dean was taken away from him, he tried to focus but it was all a blur. He even continued to stand there after Dean was completely out of sight.

Then, finally letting himself go, Cas let out the most mourning cry possible, leaning into the open wooden door, gripping at the edge firmly. Cas pressed his face into the door and wept. "Dean please come back..."

This was supposed to be just another day on the farm, but it wasn't, it was an unfortunate Monday afternoon, the 14th of July 1944.


Please, tell me what you think. Let me know if there is anything that I could change about it etc.. I am keen to write the second chapter.