Author's Note: Contains spoilers to season 10 of Supernatural! Some things have been altered in Supernatural to fit this story, nothing too important. I don't own Supernatural or Hetalia.
Encountering Nations
America knew about the things that go bump in the night, I mean how could he not? They were everywhere in his country, he was basically infested. Supernatural beings tended to like Americans for some reason . The supernatural creatures that lurked at night have been in America ever since he can remember, they've just always been there. America always ignored them unless they got out of control, then he steps in. He can't just kick them out either, because they're natives and he doesn't like the thought of ridding them of their home, but that doesn't mean he will stop any hunter from killing them.
America was currently headed to a certain hideout in Lebanon, Kansas with England. Why he was doing that you ask? Well it's kind of a long story…
1958
America walked over to a certain Henry Winchester who was sitting at the huge table with a huge world map on it researching more stuff about the supernatural.
"I heard you wanted to talk to me dude!", America said cheerfully, taking a seat right next to Henry. America's face became serious once he caught sight at the somber look on the Men of Letters' member's face.
"Mr. America I need for you to do something for me…", Henry stated, looking straight at the nation.
"Hey, no need to be formal. Just call me Alfred… What is it you need?", America asked softly.
"Being a member of the Men of Letters can be dangerous, and I was wondering if you could watch over this place when I die." Henry requested, waiting for the American's response. America's eyes widened as he took in the request and gulped.
"Okay first of all, it's If you die. I mean who said you were going to die?" America answered nervously, running a hand through his hair avoiding a certain cowlick. "And of course man. Anything for a buddy. It's just… Why are you asking this all of a sudden? It's all kind of out of the blue."
"I have this feeling that somethings going to happen to me soon and that I might not make it…" The Winchester said worriedly, he looked truly scared.
"Dude, calm down! I think you're just paranoid. Don't dwell on it too long, you'll get stress lines." America smiled reassuringly, trying to comfort the man.
"I'm sure you're right. I mean you're America! You must be right!" Henry Winchester said as he got up, picking up his notes and left.
"Yep, I'm America." he said, trying to hide his worry for the man.
A few weeks later, Henry Winchester went missing never to be seen again.
Present
America was walking towards the Men of Letters bunker with England to check up on the place. He did this every year and just got the idea to bring England. England was with him because checking up on an empty bunker got pretty lonely and England didn't believe him when he said he had a whole hideout that had information on supernatural creatures.
"So where is this 'hideout' you speak of?" England asked suspiciously, and had a great reason for it to. England was slightly irritated that America said he didn't believe in his 'imaginary' friends but then spoke of how he had real information on the supernatural.
"Hold your horses, we're almost there. Look there it is!" America pointed at a certain old slightly moldy entrance, it looked as if it was where you would go to your drug dealer to pick up your next daily dose of illegal drugs. Not a very clean place, indeed.
"It looks like a place you would take your victims to torture them." England stated, a look of disgust plain on his face.
"It's not all bad! You should see the inside!" America shook the keys to said place for emphasis walking toward the rustic America even opened the door he stopped, staring questionably at the place.
"Do you feel that?" America looked back at England worriedly. England walked closer to America. As soon as he got within a meter of the place he felt it. There was a force waving off the place that seemed to ward off evil. It was strong and made the two nations even more curious.
"There seems to be wards set up all over the place… Do you think there is someone inside?" England concluded.
"Theres not supposed to be anyone here. All the members are either dead or too old to even stand." Informed the American, putting his hand on the door. "We should check it out." America slowly unlocked the door and pushed the door open walking in. England following.
"Hey! Who are you?!"
Sam Winchester was about to tell Dean about Cas and him breaking Metatron out of jail to find a cure for the Mark of Cain when the bunker door opened.
A man poked his head through the door looking around before his eyes settled on the duo currently in the room. He had blonde hair and a strange cowlick sticking up, and looked like he was in his early twenties. Dean glared at the man who stepped into the room and then the other man that walked into the room who had unusually large eyebrows.
"Hey! Who are you?!" Dean asked not too kindly reaching his hand towards his gun. "How'd you get in?!"
"I'm Alfred F. Jones and this is Arthur Kirkland," America said gesturing to himself and the other man beside him. "I used a key. Now I could ask you the same thing..."
"We're the Winchesters…" Sam said, unsure if he should have told them or not. America's eyes widened at the familiar name, a smile growing on his face.
"The Winchesters?! Wow This is really unexpected!" America all but shouted. "I've heard a lot about you two!"
"Calm down Alfred. You're scaring the poor lads." Arthur spoke up in a strong british accent, walking towards the American. "Sorry." Alfred mumbled, looking down.
"You've heard of us?" Sam asked quirking an eyebrow, looking questionably at the two uninvited guests.
"Well, yeah, the supernatural talk about you boys a lot. Your Famous!" America stated matter of factly. "By the way, I love what you're doing for this country, it has to be hard." America said sincerely, yeta smile still on his face.
"Well thanks-", "What the hell are you?! You get through all the wards, you know who we are, and you know where this place is!" Dean interrupted angrily, still not liking the idea of being compromised.
"A joy this one is, really. I don't see what you see in these boys, Alfred. Honestly." England remarked sarcastically, crossing his arms, and glaring at the Winchester duo.
"Come on, Arthur! You know what they've done for me! Cut them some slack!" America pleaded to the Englishman, persuaded, he agreed. "Fine."
"God you guys fight like an old married couple! When will you tell us what you are already?!" Dean asked impatiently, tapping his foot out of irritation. At this England smirked slightly before muttering quietly as possible, "We are an old married couple…". America hearing England let out a chuckle. The younger of the Winchester brothers quirked a brow at this, while Dean stayed indifferent, his patience running thin.
"Sorry. I'm just going to let you know that what we are is super top secret and the only other humans who know are high government officials and-", "Oh just get on with it already." England interrupted again sensing the two brothers irritation.
"Fine. I'm the Personification of The United States of America.", America said seriously, looking back at the two Winchesters, honesty showing through his sky blue eyes. Dean glared, scoffing. "You honestly expect me believe that? If you are actually the ole U S of A then prove it."
"I'm not old… Nevermind, come over here. I'll prove it to ya." America said, waving his hand toward to himself. Dean walked over to the tall blond hesitantly, looking at America suspiciously. America gently grabbed the older Winchester's face towards his own, making his look into his eyes.
What Dean saw astonished him. He saw time beyond his years, American flags waving through the wind, faint eagle screeches in the distance, vast land waiting to be explored, and wars. So many different wars with redcoats and fighter jets with deadly bombs that could destroy cities. A wave of patriotism washed over Dean as he stepped back in awe at the country, finally believing him.
"Damn, so you're the real Land of the Free and Home of the Brave… I would think America would be a girl since it's kind of feminine." Dean teased a smile gracing his face. "But what would that make you?" He asked looking at Arthur, who was happy they believe in them already.
"Oh, sorry. Forgive my manners. I'm the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, or England for short."
"Okay, now that we're done with that, will you tell us what brings you here?" Sam asked, slightly curious on the whole personified nation thing.
"Oh, that, it turns out that before your grandpa, Henry Winchester, disappeared he wanted me to watch over this place every few years.", America said. The Winchesters eyed widened at the mention of their late grandpa, looking at each other, internally agreeing to not tell their country what had happened to the man. "Well that sounds reasonable, I-". Sam was interrupted by a familiar sound of fapping wings that Dean knew and secretly loved (AN:wiggles eyebrows).
"Hello Dean. Sam." Castiel greeted, finally noticing the other people occupying the room. "It seems you have guests."
"Cas, this America and England." Dean said gesturing at the two countries, who were staring in awe at the angel, for they could see his wings.
"I am aware." The angel stated, calmly staring back at the two nations.
"You mean, you knew?", Dean asked slightly hurt that his best friend him something this big. Sam winced at the sound of his brother's words.
"It was confidential information that couldn't be told to anybody without clearance from a higher up." Castiel looked at Dean apologetically, he didn't like seeing the older Winchester sad like that.
"It's okay. You were just following orders." Dean forgave the angel, looking into each others eyes, doing that eye fuck thing that they always seem to do in the TV show. Sam cleared his throat, breaking the two of their eye lovemaking. Sam liked that his otp was practically canon, he'd just wished they'd get a room. America and England, thinking that they were intruding on something intimate, decided to take their leave, accepting destiel as their new otp.
"Well it's been nice meeting you guys but now that I know this place is in good hands, I can finally be at peace. Thank you for what you do for your country." America said as he walked out grabbing England's hand. So England and America got into their car and left.
For the Winchesters, it won't be the last time they Encounter a Nation.
(AN:So this is my new Hetalia and Supernatural Crossover that I'm making, due to a plot bunny that refused to be ignored. The next chapter will be put up very soon. This original chapter was in my other fanfiction called Hetalia Oneshots chapter 8 so you can check that out. Feel free to follow/favorite/review, because constructive criticism is welcome. PM me if you have anything you want to say about this fic. Til next time.)