Broken Wings [Destiel]

Two

Steam hissed across the train platform where Cas stood alone. He hadn't wanted to wake Meg when he had gotten up from the couch where he slept, so he thought it was best to just leave a note. That was what people did after all, wasn't it?

There were a couple other guys there, scattered around the rain-slicked cement, some chattering with a friend, some standing solemnly and alone like Cas.

As Cas stood, staring straight ahead at a pole on the platform across the tracks, he found his mind turning to the man who had spoken to him yesterday at the recruiting office. The one with the leather jacket and the necklace. Why had he asked Cas where he was was joining? What about everybody else in that line?

It was too damn confusing.

Cas looked around at the people surrounding him again. His eyes rested on a woman in a dark red dress walking towards him, her heels clicking like death sentences through puddles. With a jolt, he realized it was Meg. Her face was twisted with anger. Cas didn't like it.

"Cas! What the hell did you think you were doing?"

Her voice rang across the station, turning several heads in their direction.

Cas froze. He couldn't talk, couldn't move.

"Are you going to say anything? An answer? An excuse? Because I can already tell you, neither of those are going to drag you out of perdition on earth." Meg threw a crumpled piece of paper down at Cas' feet, and he didn't need to bend down and pick it up to know what it was. It was the note he had left her.

"What does 'see you when I get home' even mean? Is that what you think is right? I'm your girlfriend. You're supposed to wake me up when you go to war. You're going to war. And no, don't you dare say boot camp isn't war."

She continued ranting , and soon it all became a stream of senseless sentences in his mind. Cas' thoughts drowned out her words with other things, like what it would be like to fly a plane.

Suddenly, Cas felt a stinging pain on the right side of his face. He came back to reality and saw that Meg, with her hand still extended, had slapped him. "This is the part where you convince me that you aren't guilty."

Her eyes were on fire, blazing out of control. Cas felt something rise in his chest that sent waves through him. It was fear.

Without realizing it, Cas took hold of both her hands. She almost pulled away, but sighed and let her arms go weak. "Go ahead, Cas. Try me."

"Meg, I left because I didn't want to wake you up. You were so tired last night, and I felt horrible waking you up."

Meg rolled her eyes. "Try harder."

"Listen, I promise to write to you every day. Every single day, even if it isn't possible."

Tilting her head a little, a whisper of a smile touched Meg's lips. "Well, that's a start."

"I promise to marry you when I get home from the war."

A smile spread across her face. "That's the ticket." She grabbed the collar of his trench coat and kissed him. Cas tried to kiss her back, but he had just made a promise to marry a girl he didn't exactly love with all his heart. It was a little hard.

"Go! You're going to miss your train!" Meg spun Cas around and pushed him towards the train that had somehow arrived at the station without him noticing. He turned and waved a goodbye to Meg before stepping onto the now crowded train. He made his way to an empty compartment in the back, and prayed that it would stay empty.

Naturally, it didn't. The door slid open, and someone else entered, but Cas ignored them. He was too busy figuring out how to open the window.

The train began moving, and Cas waved ecstatically to Meg, who was waving with one hand and dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief with the other. For some reason, he was the only one waving. Whoever had entered the compartment was staying where he was. Cas found himself wondering if whoever it was had anyone to say goodbye to.