When We Change

Telegram 1

"Dean!" Was all he could hear over the blast of the bomb. His own name was the only sound he could hear and that sound was getting closer by the second.
"Shit" he heard the person say, Adam, he saw, under his breath. "It's okay, it's not bad, not at all."
Dean heard that but he could see the lie in Adam's eyes.
"Adam! Dean! Get up!" We heard General Shurley yell.
"Can't!" Adam yelled back. "Wounded soldier. Soldier Winchester."
"Get him back to base, soldier!" That was all Dean heard before he was picked off the ground and his vision went black.
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Back at home
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Castiel sat at his desk, tearing off another page of the one-day calendar. "34 more days" he mumbled, chucking the page into the garbage can across the room. He knew that Dean was safe, at least for now, for he hadn't gotten a telegram. All was okay, considering nothing could be good with Dean gone away in some god-forsaken place. Cas sat down at his desk and turned on the news on the old black and white television. He was glad he had one while the majority of the people didn't. As the story about many soldiers being flown to New York as quickly as possible, there was a knock on the door. His head snapped towards the door, and walked to open it. And to his sorry surprise, there was a boy at the door, holding a telegraph. And of course it's Christmas Eve. Great way to start it with a telegram telling you that your boyfriend died. But still we all have to ask stupid questions.
"Who is it for?" Castiel asked the young man at the door.
"Isn't there only one person living in this household at the moment, the other is at war, am I correct?" The boy asked.
"Yes. You are correct." Castiel said.
"Well then, Mr. Wincheste-" the boy started.
"Novak, not Winchester." Castiel cut in.
"Sorry Sir." The boy said. "Well as I was saying, Me. Novak, the Untied States of America has sent you a telegraph on what happened to your loved one while at war. God Bless." And the young man left Castiel with a letter addressed to 'Me. Winchester'. He closed the door slowly, as if waiting for that man to turn around and tell that it was a joke. But no, this was exactly like the telegraph his neighbor got when her husband died in the war. Anyways, Castiel closed the door, and slid down it. Too lazy to walk to a chair or table. He slowly opened it, and the first words it said was, "It has done this country good to have Soldier Dean Winchester serve it. We are sorry to say-"
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Sorry this chapter is so short, I have to leave the exciting parts so you all read more of it.