Hello, this story is set during WW1 and not in America, but Britain because it didn't really fit into the story. I will try to update at least once a week because I have a fair idea of where it's going. Also, please feel free to point out any mistakes or grammar issues, because sometime I rush and o bad things. So, I hope that you enjoy it and that it's not too bad.
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June 7th, 1916
"You be good Sammy. Uncle Bobby will take care of you just fine." Dean said soothingly, stroking his little brother's hair. Sam's face was coated in a thin layer of tears, his eyes red from crying. "I…I don't want you to go though!" Sammy cried. Bobby, noticing the distress on Dean's face, took hold of Sam's right hand and pulled him away from his brother. "He's gonna be fine. You're gonna be fine and Jess is gonna be fine. Everyone is gonna be fine." Bobby said. Sam perked up at the name of his dog, Jess. Dean had bought Jess just last week and Sam already loved her with all his heart. Dean was glad that he had a friend, even if she was just a dog.
"Sammy, I've gotta go now. But I'll be back, I promise. By Christmas at least. And I promise to write to you every week, every day if I can manage." Dean was silently crying too now. Bobby grabbed hold of him and held him close. "You be good now boy. I'll miss you. And I'll make a promise too. I promise you that Sammy will be well cared for and awaiting your return." Bobby said in his usual gruff voice. Dean smiled faintly at the man who he'd thought of as a father for most of his life.
Dean stepped onto the boat; turning away from the two people he loved the most in the world. He'd miss them, but he'd be back. He just knew it. Sam was still crying, but being only nine years old, it was perfectly acceptable. Dean, however, was seventeen, and he should not be crying at all, especially not as he was wearing his brand new uniform. Dean had been so proud when he first got it; he still was, but it wasn't the same. Standing on the large boat with a huge amount of other guys in the same uniform had made him worried. All of these people were being sent over to replace another man, one who'd either died or was dying. Dean tried hard to shove the thoughts to the back of his mind but it was always going to be there.
The boat was pulling away from the harbour now, and Dean was waving furiously at Sam and Bobby. "BYE! GOODBYE!" he yelled. "I'LL MISS YOU LOADS DEAN!" Sam answered. Dean laughed at that, along with some of his friends on the boat with him. Most of his friends knew Sammy and thought that the boy was adorable. Sammy was adorable, and even just thinking about it got him feeling sad.
Once land was no longer in sight, Dean took off, just wandering around the boat. It was a huge beast of a thing and was carrying around 5,000 men. "Hey, Winchester!" Dean turned around at the sound of his name. "It's me. Garth. Remember?" Dean thought for a moment, and then he did indeed remember. "Oh, hey Garth, never thought I'd see you here." Dean said, a little surprised that the strange man had been allowed into the army.
Garth looked at little distant and then suddenly took off, as if he'd suddenly remembered something. Dean was puzzled for a moment and then continued on his journey. He was walking down the hallway, when he walked into a short man with dark hair. "Erm… sorry, didn't see you there." Dean mumbled. "Oh, it's quite alright." The man smiled. "I'm Dean. Dean Winchester. And you are?" "Uhh…. Novak sir, Castiel Novak." "Cool name, and no need for the sir, I mean, we're all friend here, no need for formalities." The short man smiled again. "Okay then." "I guess I'll see you around Castiel." Dean said. With that, the short man with dark hair walked off, leaving Dean just standing. Wow, those were nice eyes, so blue Dean thought. Dean smiled and continued his walk.