A/N: I'm sorry this came out a lot later than I intended. Things happened, and by things, I mean I came home and hibernated. Any ways, This is the second chapter, enjoy!
Also, thank you all so much for the reviews, I'm very happy and apologize for not replying to them.
Castiel touched down outside of a house in the middle of Nowhere-In-Particular, Russia. He looked up and took in the enormous house. He cocked his head to the side slightly and frowned deeper. It was a big house, very big, unnecessarily big. Why was this house so big? Castiel decided not to think about it.
He walked to the front door, and was about to knock when it burst open and beamed him in the face. "Fine Russia! I never wanted to make up with you anyway!" A man with blonde hair, blue eyes and spectacles stormed out, muttering things to himself, he stepped over Castiel who was laying dazed in front of the door and before exiting the front yard he yelled. "It's your loss!" With that said, he practically ran off.
"Wait America. We haven't finished talking!" A man with grayish hair and a smile that oozed malice stepped directly on Castiel, who was in the process of getting up, and followed after America. "Why are you running? Silly America!" He shouted. America could be heard screaming, 'You're so creepy!' In the distance.
Castiel just lay there on the ground coughing pathetically. Getting stepped on by a country was not something you brushed off, especially when you get stepped on by Russia. He rolled his head to the side and watched Russia, who had somehow manifested a sink pipe, chase after America who was now screaming loudly at him to go away. Castiel noted that despite America's almost fearful screams, Russia continued to chase and laugh cheerfully. He also noted that, despite earlier suspicions, Russia was not a demon, or at least, not anymore. He began to roll over to get up when a sinister voice rang in his ears.
Russia was standing there, holding America by the collar with one hand, America in turn, had a very large bump on his head that was bleeding slightly. He smiled sweetly, "What is it you needed?" Despite his smile, he was oozing a sinister aura that made Castiel shiver; he tried to cover it up with more attempts to get up.
"Nothing, it looks like you are busy right now, I will leave." Castiel said shortly, getting slightly to his feet only to be slammed back down by Russia's booted foot. Russia being a country was admittedly strong, and made him perfectly able to push Castiel back to the ground.
"No, I'm not busy, America is sleeping right now and won't wake up for a while. I've got time!" Castiel's eyes grew uncharacteristically wide and backed up into the door. Russia is a scary country, scarier than any demon, he thought as he fought to keep calm.
"No, I don't want to bother you…"
"Nonsense! You came all this way! Come inside!" He grabbed Castiel by the collar of his trench coat with the same hand he was holding the sink pipe with and dragged both America and Castiel into the house. "What was it you were needing?" Russia asked as he dropped America unceremoniously into the greeting area of his house, and pulled a squirming Castiel into the sitting room. He dropped him once they reached a few comfy looking chairs. "Please have a seat."
Castiel scrambled upward, stopping momentarily to fix his trench coat. "It can wait, I will be leaving now." He turned to leave the house when a strong hand rested on his shoulder.
"But you've travelled so far to come here." Rather than a simple statement, it sounded like a threat. Castiel didn't need to turn around to know Russia was wearing his sweet smile that leaked evil. He could feel it.
"I merely wanted to check on you." Castiel said, it wasn't far from the truth, but Dean had warned Castiel that you don't tell people you thought they were demons. The hand on his shoulder squeezed tightly.
"Check on me? Oh how nice. You should stay a little while longer; I'd love to talk to you." Russia said sweetly, the hand on Castiel's shoulder got that much tighter.
"I, uh… Need to leave, another friend is expecting me." Again this was not far from the truth; the Winchesters would most likely want to know of his findings.
"Another friend? You should invite him too. We can have a party!" Castiel did not want to have a party with this country.
"Um, no. He's busy too. After I come see him, he has to leave and go to… To…" Castiel fumbled, trying to figure out where Dean would go. Suddenly, something popped into his head and he blurted it out. "The brothel!" He fervently hoped that he was lying.
"Oh really? I guess I should let you go, then. I wouldn't want to keep you from the brothel." Russia's smile faded a little bit, his hopes of a party with this strange little man and his friend dashed by the man's need to go to the brothel. Castiel eyes got wide, unwanted memories of Chastity and the brothel popping up in his head.
"I'm not going to the brothel! I said Dean is!" Russia released him and he stumbled slightly before turning to face the man. This man was tall, and broad, he reminded Castiel slightly of Sam, if Sam oozed contempt on a regular basis. Russia raised a hand and Castiel flinched slightly, thinking he was going to hit him.
"Alright, why don't you go on your way and come back later?" Russia suggested, he then pointed a finger in America's direction "I think my other friend is waking up anyway."
Castiel greatly lamented for America, who was now making groaning noises in the greeting area as Castiel walked past, closely followed by Russia who kept patting his shoulder occasionally. He did not lament for America more than himself though. So he kept on walking, making sure to be louder so that America might hear them coming and pretend to be unconscious a little longer.
Once out the door he turned towards Russia. "I am not sure when I will have time to visit you again." He says truthfully. A little voice in the back of his head screams "Never never never never never never." But he didn't voice this to Russia out of fear of being piped. He turned and walked away as Russia shouted goodbyes and waved his arm while smiling happily. When he was out of sight he disappeared and flew to Dean and Sam, to escape Russia and report his findings to them.
Dean and Sam meanwhile, were in the kitchen area of their motel room, sitting on the floor instead of the table. Dean sat across from Sam, fiddling absently with a piece of said table. "Soooo…. Did you find anything?"
"No." Sam said distractedly, typing more on the computer he had managed to resurrect after several tries and still sported a cracked screen. "I'm not sure what he meant, unless he took the cartoon seriously… But he can't be that naïve. Can he?" He looked up at Dean who shrugged.
"I don't know, dude. I can't tell anymore with him." He said, chucking his piece of wood into the trash.
"Dean." Dean nearly peed himself at the sudden deep voice from behind him. He turned around and as he expected an angel in a trench coat stood so close behind him that his shoes were touching his butt.
"Don't… Do… That!" Dean growled at Castiel, who cocked his head to the side.
"I came to report my findings to you." He said, and waited for the Winchesters to indicate he could keep going.
Sam was the first to react. Lifting his eyes from his computer he glared at Castiel. "And?"
"And although Russia is a very frightening country, he is not a demon." Dean and Sam sighed in unison.
"So you freaked out, for nothing." Dean said, slightly annoyed. Castiel momentarily made puppy eyes at the back of Dean's head, but because he was behind Dean, he didn't notice. Sam did though, and he almost started to cry at how pathetic that looked, but it passed before he could. He decided to forgive Castiel this one time for breaking his computer.
"Unfortunately, yes. Also Russia is expecting me to visit him again after I talk to you and visit the brothel." He cringed. The brother's stared in shock. They both said different things at the same time.
"Visit HIM?"Sam questioned, unbelieving that Russia was an actual person
"Visit the BROTHEL?" Dean half yelled half laughed.
Castiel stared at both of them, slightly frightened by their reaction. "Yes. I had to lie to him to get him to let me leave." Dean started laughing at him and Castiel frowned at him.
"And he bought that?" Castiel tipped his head to the side.
"No, he did not have to pay." Dean's laughter ceased and he rubbed his hand over his face.
"Anyway, Castiel, Russia is a he?" Sam asked, cutting in before Dean could confuse Castiel more than he had already.
"Yes, he is quite scary despite smiling so much." Castiel answered matter-of-factly.
"But like a person 'he'? He?" Sam was obviously having trouble processing this.
Castiel frowned. "Yes, Sam. He."
"But how?" Sam said. His attention was completely off his computer now.
"He is the collective persona of Russia." Castiel explained, both Sam and Dean looked very confused at this point.
"Like a god?" Dean asked.
"Somewhat." Castiel said, but his face said that those things were about as similar as pie and Barbie dolls.
"Oh, okay, wow. So he wasn't possessed?" Sam asked hopefully, he didn't want to go after a demon possessed god.
"I believe I already have told you that he isn't." Castiel said, slightly annoyed at repeating himself. He was getting ready to leave when he heard Dean chuckling and looked over at him.
"So, Cas. How about that brothel?" Dean asked, laughing. Castiel shuddered and disappeared to take care of other things.
"Castiel knows what a brothel is?" Sam asked, surprised. Dean shrugged.
"Like I said, I can't tell anymore with him." Dean was not going to tell Sam about their antics on the night he was gone.
TBC...