Travelin’ Soldier
Pairing: Military!Dean x Reader (Set during 1970 & the Vietnam War, so kind of young Dean and young Reader)
A/N: thatoneday24 request: “My boyfriend is currently in basic training. I miss him tons and I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind doing a military dean x reader with lots of fluff? It would help a ton.”
This is my first ever AU! Hope you like it. Thought it would be a good fic to write this time of year. Thank you to all the hero’s out there that have served and are serving our country. We are all in your debt.
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It was January, 1970, the year you would graduate high school, finally. You were humming to yourself, elated like everyone else, from the buzz of the brand new year as you made your way behind the counter, pocketing the few dollars tip given to you by your last customer.
Smells of a freshly baked pie wafted through the small cafe, and you inhaled it deeply, letting the scent take you back to last summer, sitting on the grass with your family and eating your mom’s famous apple crisp. You took a breath and leaned on the counter with your elbows, cupping your hands around your small cup of coffee and wishing that you could go back to that moment. But everything was different now.
You sighed and took a drink, sinking down as you did, onto the stool sitting nearby. This morning had been a rush, families making a quick stop before seeing their son off, and you had barely the time to breathe, let alone sit down and enjoy the cool morning.
The bell chimed over the door, a small tinkle of metal on metal, and you put your cup down, ready to serve whoever had come in.
“Good morning,” you said cheerfully. The boy nodded to you, and you gestured to him that he was free to choose a seat wherever he wanted in the now empty cafe. He chose to sit at the closest booth to the door, and he sat his cap down on the table in front of him as he smiled over at you. He was young; too young to be dressed in those army greens, and your smile faltered a little as you glanced at the small golden eagle stitched on the right side breast pocket.