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November 23rd
Prompt- During the War, Dean and Cas are in the same regiment and become friends
Dedication: SPNAngelGirl
Together
Thunder hovered over their heads like a shadow, playing music to match the mood. They scattered, pealing off into the jungle as bullet shells, bodies, and stumbling feet hit the ground. "Fall back!" Uriel was screaming and then there was silence; the medic made to go back, but Dean pushed him along, "he's gone, Sammy! Watch out for yourself!" Their blood ran cold as the guns under their fingertips and they stilled, creeping silently through the brush.
All movement stalled abruptly and the jungle fell silent, waiting, watching for a slip-up.
Dean moved slowly towards a younger member of their regiment who looked ready to vomit. A tap to his shoulder forced his focus instead to the dark-haired man behind him, "Dean." He breathed, stretching his fingers out to brush Dean's cheek.
Dean's lips rolled up into a grin the size of a sliced Watermelon as he gripped the man's shoulder, "hey Cas! Thought I'd lose ya for a moment there!"
Cas smiled back, sending a quick signal for the group to mobilize. He squeezed Dean's hand as he passed, "back together, or not at all." He chanting, causing Dean's heart to stumble in his chest. He nodded as Cas, the second-in-command under the now deceased captain, stepped forward to lead.
Then he returned to the coughing rookie. "Adam!" he whispered sharply, cutting off his noises as he slid a hand to his mouth, "shut up, you buffoon! Or we'll be caught dead!" The man in question smiled sheepishly, shaking his head idly.
"Sorry, Dean." He whispered.
He turned slowly when a bullet ripped through Adam's skull, the poor kid never saw it coming. There was a noise as he fell forward, lurching into Dean, who sprung back, crawling away frantically and nearly screaming because Adam- Adam- ADAM!
He picked the kid off the ground, cradling his broken skull and his sightless eyes and his stolen heart in his lap. Sam was ushering him away, and then there was a new set of rain and the rain was metal but Dean's eyes were foggy and was that sunshine?
"Dean!" Someone was shouting at him, but he couldn't think around the blood that leaked from Adam's skull as his life exploded into could-have beens and memories and Dean, remember my mother-
And he was shaking and then he was warm and it was over and he awoke on a lap unfamiliar to him. He leaned back, exhaling sharply as he curled his hands around his sore eyes. There was a grunt and his pillow moved, but wait-
He shot up abruptly, staring back to face Cas as the man in question grinned slowly. "How ya feelin'?"
There was silence as Dean reigned in the previous day's events and his blackout. Before his blackout was foggy but the clear air was rushing back to him and "Adam-" His shaky whisper forced the smile to freeze on Castiel's face.
"We lost too many yesterday. Five." Cas whispered, his voice hoarse from screaming as the end fell. "But, we won. Isn't that all that matters?" At least, that's what their fearless President had said as he pushed more and more boys out to war.
"Who."
"Dean-"
"Who died, Cas?" Dean's voice was heartbreaking and Cas shook his head slowly.
"Too many. First was Uriel-"
A shot of black as he fell into the puddle of blood and screaming and then silence.
"-then came Adam-"
Explosions echoed through lost memories as blood coated the trees and his uniform and his hands and and and Adam.
"-and Ash, and Hendrickson-"
There was silence and Dean was screaming and when did Dean of all people scream? He was supposed to be the calmest, the coolest among them and he was writhing on the ground and bang. Bang. Bang. Three bullets, dead. Both men fell into a pile of ash that would be their last vision.
"-last was Gabriel."
The remnants of the once strong Unit 32 were broken, they were dying. "We're dying here," they were whispering and "Retreat! Retreat!" And then came the final explosion. The big bang that took out the luckiest of them all, the youngest of them all, the one with the most smiles and the jokes and the love and laughter and he was their hope.
"No..." Dean was cursing, and his fists were clenching and were those tears? Cas did not mention the let down of the groups least emotional member as he grabbed Dean's shirt by the collar and yanked him forward. He pulled his arms taught around Dean's shoulders and tried to allow the man the release he so needed. "No."
They did not mention their own survival. Despite how much they appreciated that the other had lived- despite the fact that they were all the other lived for. Despite "back together, or not at all."
Dean wrapped his arms tighter around Castiel's waist and the pair of men allowed themselves to sob over their lost brothers.