A/N: Hi everyone! I'm so sorry for disappearing again. I got caught up and was too tired to write. But I'm back with another installment, which I hope you all enjoy. This one is tagged to episode 12x05, The One You've Been Waiting For. Thanks for your patience and thank you to all who reviewed. Much love!

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The Star Spangled Man

"What've you got on for tonight?" Sam asked, his nose glued to his phone as he wandered into the War Room.

Aaron and his golem had just crossed another name off their list, and it had Sam thinking.

Men of Letters.

British Men of Letters.

The Judah Initiative.

Just how many secret societies were there around the world, and how many of them were actually on their side? How many of them were actually trying to save the world, and how many of them were responsible for some of the more questionable deaths to hit the newsreels?

"Huh?" Sam looked up in time to see Dean pulling an earbud out of his ear. "You say somethin'?"

"Yeah, I was wondering what you were doing tonight."

Dean shrugged, pulling the other earbud out. "Why? You find another case already?"

Sam was quick to shake his head. "Nah, I wasn't even looking for one."

"Good," Dean groaned and sat back in his seat. "Two fistfights with Nazi necromancer douchebags kinda left me down for the count, man. I'm not as young as I used to be."

Sam snorted. "Neither of us are, man."

Dean shot him a cheesy grin. "Hey, old or not, I still killed Hitler."

Sam closed his eyes and smiled in fond annoyance. "Yeah. Yeah, you did."

"I think I deserve a medal. Or a parade."

Sam snorted. "The best pie in America wasn't enough for you?"

Dean glowered. "Who the hell serves apple pie without whipped cream? And lemon meringue without a mountain of meringue. We should sue them for false advertising."

Sam chuckled. "Two dead guys suing a backroad diner over pie? How much of that reality crime drama have you been watching?"

Dean rolled his eyes and stood, muscles stretching and bones cracking. "Whatever. I do deserve something though. You want to get tacos from that truck we passed?"

Sam rolled his eyes. "Sure. I guess tacos tend to have some veggies in them."

Dean cuffed him gently on the back of the head as he strolled by, swinging his jacket around his shoulders. "I'll even get you their fish tacos. Denny down at the post office said they were the best he's had since his deployment to Guatemala."

"Sounds good, Dean. Thanks."

By the time Dean got back, Sam had it all set up. He'd been wracking his brain all day – well, all week really – for ideas on how to make Dean feel better. His brother had undoubtedly been out of sorts since Mary had abandoned them both, and Sam knew that once this Hitler high had worn off, he'd be back to being mopey and single-minded.

Really, it had been Dean who gave him the idea. His quip about deserving a parade had shot an image into his brain that he just couldn't get rid of. A little boy in period clothing, running down the street with a garbage can lid in his hands. Someone who would have been damn proud of whoever killed Hitler. Dean would probably find it cheesy as hell, but their lives were running along the edge of ridiculous anyway, so what did a little cheese hurt?

"Sammy? I got you the fish tacos, man. And I also got myself some churros because I killed Hitler and I deserve some fu—what's all this?" Dean stopped in the doorway, takeout bag in one hand and a six-pack in the other.

Sam blushed, definitely second-guessing his idea, but pushing forward. "I just figured the guy who killed Hitler deserved a little more than crappy pie and tacos."

The map table was covered in bowls of Dean's favourite snacks, almost all of which Sam could feel clogging his arteries. Doritos, chips, nachos, popcorn, licorice, assorted candies, and the pie that Dean had turned down earlier in the week were placed haphazardly in red, white, and blue containers, while an extremely alcoholic red punch set dead centre in their largest mixing bowl, little blueberries and strawberries bobbing among the ice cubes.

Dean chuckled a little, looking touched. "What's with the red, white, and blue theme, man?"

Sam nodded towards the tv. "I thought we could watch a movie about another famous American who made sure the Nazis got what was coming to them."

Dean turned and laughed loudly, freely, the sound echoing joyfully in Sam's ears.

"Oh hell yes, I always knew I was a superhero!" Dean crowed, carrying the tacos over to the couch in front of the TV. "C'mon, dude!"

Sam smiled good-naturedly as the homescreen on the Captain America DVD reset again, the theme song playing softly. He grabbed a few of the bowls and carried them over to Dean, placing the bowls on the coffee table. Dean passed over his box of fish tacos and a beer while fumbling with the remote.

"You know," Dean said around a mouthful of nachos. "I always saw myself as more of a Winter Soldier than a Captain America. Back in the day, Bucky got all the ladies and was always pulling his punk-ass friend out of the fire when things got rough. Though…" Dean reached out and flicked a dangling strand of Sam's hair. "You do have the Winter Soldier hair."

"Hey, I don't make the rules, Dean," Sam started before crunching into his fish taco and moaning. "God, Denny was right."

Dean nodded gleefully as he bit into his own taco. "What rules?"

Sam pointed at the screen, where the Red Skull was currently destroying an innocent town. "You kill Hitler, that makes you Captain America."

Dean nearly choked on his taco, washing it down with his beer. "Cap didn't kill Hitler though! He didn't even kill Red Skull, technically. Though, I do think the bastard got sucked away because that Asgardian looking light beam was way too suspicious not to be a major hint."

"Okay, fair point. But you can't tell me that Captain America punching a fake Hitler isn't at least similar to you killing a reincarnated Hitler."

Dean stared at the screen thoughtfully. "Dude?"

"Yeah Dean?"

"I actually killed Hitler. Does that mean I'm better than Captain America?"

Sam scoffed and shoved him. "Shut up, watch the movie, and enjoy your damn tacos."

A/N: Thanks for reading! Love you all.