Author note:

My first fan fiction! Please read, comment, review- and please be nice.

This is set in season 7 of supernatural, sometime between episode 8 and episode 21.

I do not own Supernatural or Hetalia.

"Hey, I think I've got a case." Sam looked over to where his brother was glued to the TV. It was some doctor show- not Doctor Sexy, though. Just how many doctor shows were there?

"Dean."

"Fine, fine. I'm turning it off. What case?"

"A possible wendigo. A group of campers-"

Dean got up and started rummaging through the beer cans on top of the counter.

"Dude, it's rude to interrupt."

"I'm just cleaning my gun." Dean sat down at the table again and began taking apart his pistol.

"Well, as I was saying," Sam emphasized, "a group of campers have disappeared. They were pretty deep in the woods, camping together, and were attacked by what the police are assuming was a bear or other wild animal. I checked the local history, though, and there have been other periodic disappearances for decades. Also, the survivor-"

"The survivor?"

"Yeah, I thought that was weird too. He survived, but was badly injured, and is in a hospital outside of Athens, Ohio."

"Does it say what the survivor saw?"

"Nope. Just that he was badly injured, and just reached a stable condition a day ago. The attack happened a couple nights ago."

"Let's go talk to him, then. See why he was left behind."

No matter what had just happened, or what they were heading towards, Dean would always feel better driving Baby. The engine would be humming, it would be sunny outside, and Sam would be in the seat next to him.

Would be. That they were hard to kill was annoying, the black goo was disgusting, but sometimes he thought that the main reason Leviathans should go to hell was because now he had had to put Baby in storage for her own safety, and switch every few weeks between various shitty cars, none of which could even hold a candle to Baby.

So, now he was driving a dirty Dodge Challenger, it was humid and rainy, and Sam- well, Sammy was currently hunched over his phone, scrolling through pictures with a determined expression.

"Sammy, you're going to use up the battery."

"I already did. This is your phone."

"What? You-" He checked his pockets, then glared at Sam.

"Give me that!" Dean made a grab for the phone. Laughing, Sam held it out of reach and shoved Dean back to his side. "Keep your eyes on the road, bitch."

"Jerk." Dean sat back in his seat to face the road, smiling. "So what were you so focused on?"

"I was looking up the survivor's name, trying to find a facebook or something."

"Did you?"

"No, but. . . . . he must have a strong family resemblance. I've found 5 pictures over the past century, and I swear they're the same kid." Sam held the phone up and scrolled through the photos.

"Huh. You think he's a monster, too?"

"Maybe. But maybe it is just family resemblance. Remember that photo album that Garth showed us? He looked like an exact clone of all his female ancestors."

"That's true." Dean cut off the car to his right and made the exit ramp- barely. "Either way, we'll find out soon. Twenty minutes to the hospital."