Hope is a Dangerous Thing [EDITING]

Chapter Six

I dropped Samantha to the ground. She was heavier than I expected, even with only one leg. I rubbed my back and groaned. The familiar flutter of wings altered me to the others arriving. I turned on the spot and looked at the men behind me. The group smiled and looked at me. I turned away from the man and smiled lightly as I avoided his eye contact after looking at him for way too long.

    "I assume you know where the hell we are?" Sam looked me over with his arms crossed over his chest.

    "Someone's a little sassy now aren't we," I turned to the man before turning back to face forward. "The second world war has just started a few years prior, we will have to dodge questions about not going off to fight, but this is the summer after the second world war had officially started. If my memory is correct, America hasn't really joined up just yet but is ramping up and getting ready to join."

    Sam jogged to catch up with us, "No, we joined up in '41 and this is '45, right? So we're four years into the war...and it's almost ended. The whole thing ended on September 2nd of this year. So our cover is that we just got discharged and that we're heading home."

    "Thanks for the input Sammy," I turned my head a little bit so that I could see the man. "Looks like I've got a perfect little alibi for my discharge. 

    "And we're going after another musician I presume?"

    Dean stepped into my line of sight.

    "Do you think we would be going after anyone different?" Dean chuckled lowly and looked down at his outfit.

    His older suit had been replaced with a sailor's outfit. James' outfit had changed to a much similar one as well. Both Sam and I wore army uniforms. The name on the uniform was also a little too close to home for me. I cringed and tapped Dean on the shoulder. He took one look at me and dragged me into a diner. The others followed the two of us in, the four of them finding a seat at the counter.

    Dean pulled me into a bathroom and automatically began stripping down, "What a cruel twist of fate. Fuck that fucking asshole."

    My hands worked at the buttons and zippers on my uniform, looking up at the brother, "You never even met him and you're all up in arms about it."

    "Yeah, but he hurt you Noah. Caused all these damn problems in your life, made you never want to trust anyone ever again. He was the reason why it took you years to even talk to us, more than just a grunt or small, one word answers. He destroyed the child we had saved. God, you were so full of light and love then he came into your life and it was all over."

    "It wasn't wholly his fault at all. It was my cheating mother's fault." I peeled off my shirt and tossed it to Dean.

    Dean looked up at me, his own shirt still in his hands, "Do you think James is good looking?"

    "If you're into guys who look like Greek Gods," I tilted my head up to look Dean in the eyes. "But I prefer my men more down to earth."

    This comment brought a smile to Dean's face. We finished exchanging our outfits before walking out of the bathroom. We drew the eyre of some of the people in the room. We had spent enough amount of time in there to begin speculation of sex. A waitress smiled at us, eyeing Dean happily. I sat down next to Sam and smiled at the Winchester brother. Sam took my hand as he looked over the army uniform that Dean now wore. He squeezed it reassuringly and gave me a slight smile.

    "I am so sorry about that," Sam whispered as I looked at the menu in front of me. "Get whatever you want, my treat."

    "Thank you Sammy, it means a lot to me." My eyes dragged over the menu once again and sighed. I didn't know what I wanted just yet but I guess we had a bit of time.