Shells whistled as they came crashing down around Dean Winchester's ears. He clutched his gun and squinted into the foggy place that was No Man's Land.

"Go, go, go!" Shrieked their commander and they scrabbled up the trench walls, helmets bouncing uncomfortably on their heads, mud streaking up their already damp trousers.

There was a rattle of gunfire to his left and he winced.

He hated war. He hadn't been one of the young, gullible fools who had jumped straight into it. Dean had a life... Well, a brother.

Sammy was only fifteen, Dean was desperate to win the war before he was drafted in.

He couldn't live with himself if he let Sammy into this.

"Winchester! Stop fannying around and go shoot some f****ing Jerries!"

Dean stumbled forward, tripping on what he hoped was not somebody else's leg and walked deeper into the mist.

He was halfway across No Man's when another solider ,from the Germans, appeared out of the mist.

Dean may hate the fighting, but if killing a few people meant Sammy would be safe...

His gun was cocked, his eyes steely... But the other solider was so small.

He lifted his face, blood gushing from his nose and a gnash on his forehead. His bloody fingers clutched a gun, but it was shaking and the man, hardly a man, he couldn't be any older than Sammy, was on his knees before Dean.

Not begging on his knees, he was on his knees because he couldn't get any further.

The man didn't say anything, he just stared up at Dean with the bluest eyes ever, contrasting against the mud and blood.

Dean put the gun to the man's head.

As the kids said in their games on the streets, he had caught him fair and square.

But the man's eyes stopped him.

Dean dropped to his knees beside the boy, not caring if it was a trick or a trap. If he could help, he would help. If Benny or Kevin or Gabriel had gotten help when they were dying, then to help their memories, he would help this man. He pulled a wad of bandages out of his pocket and pressed them into the boy's hand.

"Run. And run fast. Do not get shot. Get home to your family. Live."

Dean stood up and delved into the mist.

"Wait." A voice called behind him, frantically.

Dean turned, to see the man from the opposite side, who had called out for him, eyes wide open, hand outstretched as if to save him.

"What?" and then, out of the corner of his eye.

A man with a gun.

For a split second, he felt a burst of betrayal, it had been a trick.

But the look in the man's eyes told him it wasn't.

And when the bullet embedded itself in Dean's ribcage, forcing him back a step, the last thing he saw as the pulpy ground rushed up to meet him, was the blue-eyed German, eyes full of regret and sorrow, even with blood and sweat and mud pouring down his face, reaching for him.

"Sammy." He muttered and his eyes closed forever.

For DoodlePig1220 who requested it. (Hope its okay!)

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