"Howling Commandos?"
Dean followed Sam's voice over to the unmistakable display platform.
"Formed during World War II, led by Company A of the U.S. Army—the first strike unit of its kind. They handled the riskiest missions in the war. By today's standards, they were basically a special ops team," Sam explained, recalling what he'd read.
Dean nodded thoughtfully, stepping over the "Do Not Cross" barrier and walking right into the exhibit. His gaze roamed over the vintage motorcycles displayed on the platform.
"You think this stuff is legit?" Sam asked.
"I'm no bike expert," Dean replied, crouching beside one of the motorcycles, "but from the rust and bullet holes? Yeah, I'd say they're the real deal. Look at this gas tank—it's completely blown apart."
While Dean inspected the motorcycles, Sam stood silently by the display board, reading carefully through the Howling Commandos' history. His face grew increasingly puzzled.
"You might want to take a look at this," Sam finally said. "It details their entire history—from their formation to the final battle where the whole squad was wiped out. It's… oddly specific."
"The whole squad?" Dean blinked, turning his head. "I thought most of them made it through the war. Maybe a few casualties, but definitely not a total wipe."
Sam just shook his head and motioned Dean over.
Dean quickly stepped beside him, frowning as he read the somber account—cold, clinical language describing the deaths of each commando in brutal detail. His expression darkened as he scanned the text, clearly searching for something—or someone.
Noticing this, Sam pointed at a paragraph near the bottom.
"I figured you'd look for this name. See it? Nick Fury. Yeah, he's listed among the fallen."
"That's not possible," Dean muttered, his brow furrowing deeper. He knew what that name meant—Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., the man behind the Avengers Initiative. Someone who wasn't supposed to die in World War II.
"I was just as shocked," Sam said quietly. "Alex was right. This universe is stranger than we thought."
"What kind of mission could wipe out a unit like this?" Dean muttered, eyes still glued to the board.
Sam answered before Dean could finish reading.
"The Zanvia Blitz. It was a covert strike against Baron von Strucker. If memory serves, in our world that mission was led by Captain America. But here? There's no mention of him at all."
"The Commandos infiltrated Strucker's stronghold under cover of night. Their objective was to take him out. It started well—they had support drawing attention on the front lines, which let them slip in clean. But they underestimated the resistance. Or maybe… they never planned to come back."
Dean was silent for a moment, then asked:
"And the outcome?"
"They were all killed. Baron Strucker and his entire family—no survivors," Sam replied.
"I meant the Howling Commandos," Dean said, turning toward him.
"You saw it yourself," Sam gestured to the exhibit in front of them. "They're all right here."
Dean shook his head slightly, his tone solemn. "You really believe they're all dead? Including Nick Fury?"
"I don't want to believe it either," Sam admitted. "Back in our comics, they were the kind of heroes who could walk out of any situation alive. But the truth is… they were human. Just like us. Without someone like Captain America—without a super-soldier backing them—they may never have stood a chance."
Dean narrowed his eyes. "Which brings us to the real question—where was Captain America? Or… did he even exist in this universe at all?"
Sam immediately followed his train of thought. "I've been wondering the same thing. In our world, Cap was pivotal. Some even credit him with changing the entire course of the war. But here? It's like he never existed."
Dean didn't say anything. He just stood there, brow furrowed, clearly thinking hard.
Sam continued, "I think we need to dig deeper here. Anyone or any organization connected to the Howling Commandos could be worth investigating. Baron Strucker, the man wiped out with his entire lineage—he's usually a major villain. If we follow that thread, we might even find traces of Red Skull."
"Steve Rogers might be tough to track," Sam added. "He's a man from a century ago, after all. Most information about him has either faded into legend or been twisted beyond recognition. But if we investigate the Super Soldier Program itself, maybe we'll find something useful."
Dean nodded slightly. "Red Skull and the Super Soldier Program… I'd wager this universe doesn't have Red Skull either—or if it did, maybe he was just another casualty in some forgotten battle."
"Very possible," Sam said. "This version of World War II isn't like ours. It's riddled with gaps, inconsistencies… things we don't understand. But I've got a hunch that most of the real story is tied to the mutants. In this universe, they're written into every chapter of history."
He exhaled long and slow, a name forming in his mind. "Max Eisenhardt. Better known as Erik Lehnsherr—Magneto. One of the most powerful mutants alive. He went through WWII himself and suffered some of its worst horrors. I think he's just one example. Before Magneto or even Professor X, I'd bet there were others—mutants who fought and died on battlefields we never heard about."
Dean's eyes lit up with sudden realization. "That old wolf—Logan. He must have intel from World War II… hell, even World War I. He lived through it all."
Sam chuckled and shook his head. "What you just thought of? Alex probably figured it out long ago. Why else do you think he asked us to look into Captain America and the Red Guardian out of nowhere?"
Dean stood quietly for a moment, then sighed. "So that's it. Logan must've told Alex something… something important. I just wonder what the hell happened to this world to leave it in such a mess."
Sam took out his phone and snapped a few pictures of the exhibit for the record. Then he looked over at Dean.
"I guess… this is the truth Alex wanted us to uncover."
"Did you two find what you were looking for?"
At the doorway, an elderly Black man greeted Dean and Sam with a warm smile.
"We found something, I guess," Dean replied, forcing a slight grin. He quickly shifted into a casual tone. "By the way, sir, I wanted to ask… the name Steve Rogers—does that mean anything to you?"
"Steve Rogers?" The old man furrowed his brow and shook his head. "Can't say I've ever heard it. Is he someone you're investigating?"
"Not exactly. We're looking for his descendants," Dean explained. After all, if Captain America were still alive, he'd be over a hundred years old by now.
"Ah, I see…" the old man nodded, not pressing further. "I know a fair bit about World War II, but I've really never come across that name."
"You say you know a lot about WWII?" Sam suddenly jumped in.
"Yes… yes, I do. My grandfather fought in the war. He used to tell me stories about the battles, things most people wouldn't know… even some of the secrets…" The man suddenly caught himself mid-sentence and clamped his mouth shut.
Sam noticed the hesitation and leaned in a bit. "We're actually looking into the Super Soldier Program. Could you tell us anything you've heard about it?"
"The Super Soldier Program?" the old man echoed, taken aback. Clearly, he hadn't expected the term to be brought up so bluntly. But after a brief pause, he seemed to realize—these two men were FBI agents. Knowing such things wasn't entirely out of place.
After a moment, he asked cautiously, "May I ask why you're investigating that program? Of course, if it's classified, you don't have to answer."
Dean and Sam exchanged a glance, then without changing their expressions, pressed forward with the cover story.
"Well," Dean began, "you've seen what's happening out there. The Manhattan incident reignited the Mutant Registration Act, and now all eyes—other countries included—are on the U.S., waiting for the President to issue a statement on the 'mutant experimentation scandal.' We're looking into the Super Soldier Program as part of that."
"I see…" the old man nodded slowly, seeming to accept the explanation.
After a pause, he began to speak, his tone turning more serious.
"I don't know much—most of this came from my grandfather's stories. The Super Soldier Program was originally proposed by Dr. Abraham Erskine. It was meant to enhance the body's metabolism and natural functions—improving intelligence, strength, agility, endurance. But... the program hit a major setback after Dr. Erskine was killed."
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