Broken Wings [Destiel]

One

Hello everyone! This is my first SPN fanfic ever, so try not to judge. Thanks! 

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"Are you sure about this?" 

Meg sat in the driver's seat of the parked car, her fingers curling around the wheel.  Cas could see the worry etched into her face, and he felt a twinge of guilt. He'd been with Meg for so long, and now he was leaving her. But he had to do it. It was his duty.

"I have to."

An annoyed sigh came from the woman to his left. "No, you don't have to. Can't you just wait for them to draft you? There's a chance you won't be picked and you can stay here with me." Meg's knuckles were white as she gripped the wheel even harder. She was shaking a little, something she never did. Sometimes Cas forgot Meg had any feelings at all. 

He contemplated her words for a second, then looked over at her. "I can't sit around and watch all the other guys go off and win the war without me, Meg." When Meg began to roll her eyes, Cas continued, "What would you do if you were me? Would you seriously stay back in the little old United States where nothing happens?"

"I'd rather stay here than die."

Her voice was small, and Cas stayed silent. He didn't want to argue with her.

Cas took a breath and stared straight ahead. His mind was a whirl of confusion. His father would have rolled his eyes and taken another swig of whiskey, then he would have said something about how he hoped Cas wouldn't survive. Meg didn't want him to do this at all, he could tell. But Cas wanted to. So fuck both of them. He would enlist even if Franklin D. Roosevelt showed up at his door and told him to stay home.

After a moment, Cas shook himself out of his thoughts and exited the car, stepping into the warm, pre-summer air. The clamor of the long lines of guys around his age was deafening. Cas winced, then started walking towards it himself.

A car door slammed behind him, and the clack of heels announced Meg's appearance. Her face was indignant, and her arms were crossed. "I refuse to let my boyfriend go and enlist without giving his girlfriend a kiss." She said stubbornly.

"Come on, Meg. It's not like I'm leaving you forever. I'm going to come back out and get back in that car." Cas replied, waving in the general direction of the car. He was slightly confused by her persistence, but then again, Cas was confused very often.

Rolling her eyes, Meg pulled Cas in for a quick peck, then she walked back to the car with a half-cocked smile on her face. Cas walked forward, away from everything he knew. He took his place at the end of the line, tapping his fingers against his leg. There were two guys ahead of him talking loudly, and Cas couldn't help but listen.

"Garth, I don't care if your goddamn puppet wants to go into the Army. Why did you even bring that thing with you?"

The other man, who was tall and lanky and apparently named Garth, held up a gray sock with buttons for eyes. It was positioned on his hand to look like it had a mouth. He spoke in a high pitched voice that was obviously not his. 

"Aw, is Kevin mad at Mr. Fizzles? Because Mr. Fizzles is too nice to make someone mad. Talk to Mr. Fizzles! He wants to listen."

The other man, evidently named Kevin, slapped the sock. Garth made the sock puppets mouth open in shock. "But I'm your friend Kevin! Yay!" He dragged out the 'yay' making Kevin groan in annoyance. 

"Shut up Garth."

"But I'm not Garth. I'm Mr. Fizzles!"

"Well, shut up."

"Who do you want to shut up?"

"Shut up!"

This exchange continued for fifteen minutes, with the two going back and forth and back and forth. Cas had started wondering whether the military would even let in the guy with the sock puppet. He seemed a little... messed up.

Cas bit his lip, trying not to laugh. He almost did, until a sudden voice cut into his thoughts. "Hey, which one are you joining?" 

The voice was deep, slightly husky, and Cas tilted his head a little before turning around. A man with brown hair, side parted and gelled down. He was owner to a pair of striking green eyes, eyes that seemed to stare straight into Cas's soul. He stood with his hands in the pockets of his brown leather jacket. He smiled at Cas, his face crinkling a little as he did so.

Around his neck hung a black cord, with a gold pendant suspended from it. While trying not to stare like an idiot, Cas examined it. It looked like a little golden face, with two horns. The gold was tarnished, appearing well-worn and a little beaten up. Cas wondered why.

Suddenly, he remembered he had a question to answer. Cas found himself stuttering, his inability of talking to people taking over. "Uh, me?" The man nodded, smiling a little, like Cas had said something funny. "I like... flying. Yeah, I like flying." 

"So Army Air Corps then?"

Cas nodded, suddenly realizing why he was in line, why he was enlisting. He was going to fly. He was going to fly and save people and fight.

The man nodded, and a light appeared in his eyes that hadn't been there before. "Air Corps? I was going to join the Marines, but I guess Air Corps sounds good too."

And then he was gone. 

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Yeah, this chapter was a little short (sorry) but that's ok :). There'll be longer chapters in the future, don't worry