Yay! Last chapter! I thought I wasn't going to get this done, but I did! In this chapter, there with be slight GerIta, RoChu, some Romano and Spain, and some fluffy Destiel at the end. So, this is sort of an apology to you readers for chapter 9, sorry about that. I'll write more fanfics in the future, so watch out for more of those! Enjoy chapter 10 of Countries and Demons.

Supernatural belongs to Erik Kripke and Hetalia belongs to Hidekazu Himaruya.

Dean's P.O.V.

I could hear the pain in Germany's voice as he begged for Italy to wake up. This reminds me when Sam got stabbed in the back and I held him while he was dying. No, this can't happen again. I looked up at the ceiling and yelled, startling the others.

"Cas! Get your feathery ass down here!" Nothing. "Castiel! Please! Italy's dying!"

"I was supposed to protect him…" Germany said quietly. I turned around and walked over to him.

"No, he's not dying. I'm not going to let him." I stood up again. "Cas!" Suddenly I felt a gust of wind. Cas appeared near Germany and Italy, he watched them for a moment before he bent down over Italy and hovered his hand over his wound. The white-blue light came out of his hand, and the wound started to heal. Germany watched in awe as the blood disappeared and the stab wound mend back together. After he was done with that, he stood up but swayed a bit, I caught him before he could fall and balanced him.

"You okay?" I asked.

"I will be, I just need to rest for a bit," he answered. I looked down and saw Italy stir in his sleep.

"Italy?" Germany asked worriedly. Italy groaned.

"Germany?" Italy whispered. He opened his eyes a little bit and looked at the man holding him.

"Are you okay? Can you sit up?"

"Yes, I think I can." Italy pulled on Germany's jacket to help him up, but Germany was already helping him.

"Did I hurt anyone?" Italy asked.

"No, the demon that was possessing you did that. It sent Cas back to Heaven, but you didn't," I replied. Cas was leaning against the wall and I was standing next to him, making sure he didn't pass out.

"But it was controlling me to do those bad things…" he said quietly.

"Nien, nien, it wasn't your fault, don't blame yourself." Germany hugged Italy very carefully. "I was the one that stabbed you, I shouldn't have." He hid his face in the crook of Italy's neck. Italy put his arms around Germany's neck.

"If you didn't, Sam and Dean would have been hurt badly or…" He couldn't say the other thing. They sat on the hard ground, still hanging onto each other as if they were going to lose each other again.

"How are we going to get back to the motel, aru?" China asked after a moment of silence.

"Oh! I, uh, forgot about that," I muttered. "Cas, do you have enough angel mojo to fly us back to the motel?"

"I don't think so, I still have to 'recharge my batteries,' as you would say," he replied.

"Damn," I whispered.

"I could call a helicopter to pick us up. There's a landing site somewhere near here," America piped up.

"Helicopter?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'll call them right now." He took out his phone and dialed in a number.

"Cas, are you sure you're out of your mojo?" I whispered.

"I have a small amount of my grace, I used most of it to heal Italy. I do not have enough to fly us back to the motel," he replied quietly.

"Shit…"

"Why do you ask?" He slightly tilted his head to the right.

"It's nothing," I reassured him, but it wasn't working for me. I was already getting nervous at the thought of flying. He still looked worried, but I guess he decided to drop the topic. I turned my head to the sound of America's voice.

"A helicopter is going to pick us up in a bit." He put his phone back in his pocket. "Until then, what are we gonna do?"

"Honestly, I think we should rest, some of us have some bruises," Sam suggested as he slid down against the wall.

"China and I are going to go into another room, if you guys don't mind," Russia said. He stood up and offered China a hand. He took it and lifted himself up. These two lovebirds I swear.

"Why?" England asked suspiciously.

"We need to talk about something," Russia told us. Then he left the room, holding China's hand, I watched them turn a corner into another room.

"What's up with them?" America asked quietly.

"America, you're so oblivious, can't you tell?" England whispered something into his ear. America's expression went from confused to surprised. England pulled his head away from his ear.

"Really?"

"Yes, America." England chuckled.

"Oh…"

China's P.O.V.

"Russia, what are we doing?" I asked him.

"We're just going to discuss something." He stood in front of a wall. "Right here should be good, da?"

"Sure, aru, but I still don't understand what we're doing away from the others." I looked at him with confusion, but he was looking at me with plead and embarrassment. "What's wrong?"

"I just...when that demon was possessing me, and he kissed you, I didn't want you to get hurt from him. From me." He looked down, he started fiddling with his scarf.

"Russia, you know that it was the demon that tried to hurt me, aru. Don't blame this on yourself." I grabbed his hands from his scarf and held them in mine. "It's not your fault." He looked at me with watery eyes and smiled a little, but then his smiled faltered a bit, his eyes filled with worry.

"The truth is, China, I...I loved you too much for you to get hurt…" He looked down again. I looked at him with so many emotions. Surprise, fear, nervousness, and...love. I took his face in my hands gently and lifted it up so that he was looking at me. I brought his face closer to mine, but he almost looked scared.

"China…" he whispered. I closed the distance between us and our lips touched. I closed my eyes and felt my body explode with love, like fireworks. I felt him move his lips against mine and his arms wrap around my body. I wrapped my own arms around his neck and hugged him closer to me.

"Okay, lovebirds, the helicopter is here," England's voice rang out. I pulled back from Russia and looked to where England's voice was, he looked at us before leaving with a smirk. I felt blood rush to my face, I unwrapped my arms from his neck and looked down.

"That was...amazing," Russia said. I looked up and saw that he was smiling warmly at me. I smiled back and took his gloved hand, then we left the room hand in hand. When we got back to the others, I saw Italy was standing next to Germany still hanging on him, but holding his arm. In the corner I saw Sam and Castiel talking to Dean...who looked like he was going to be sick.

"What's wrong with Dean, aru?" I asked.

"I don't know, looks like he's going to puke," America said. I heard a loud noise outside, that was a sign that the helicopter is here.

"Oh God…" I heard Dean whisper.

"Dean, you're gonna be fine, don't worry," Sam whispered back. We all went outside to find a grey helicopter, the blades were spinning fast and the doors were open. America and England got in first, then Germany and Italy, then Russia and I, then Sam, Dean, and Castiel.

"Make sure you don't cut your head off, Sammy," Dean joked, even though he still looked scared.

"Is there something wrong, Dean?" England asked.

"No! No no no, everything's fine," Dean said, when he got in his seat he immediately put on the seat belt and clutched on the seat.

"Is he going to be okay?" Italy asked.

"No, I don't think he will." Sam looked at Dean reassuringly. "Dean, you're going to be fine, don't worry."

"W-what if we fall? What if we crash?"

"Dude...are you afraid of flying?" America asked. Dean gulped.

"Y-yeah…" As soon as he said that, the helicopter lifted off the ground. He suddenly gripped onto Castiel's wrist, he looked down and blushed.

"S-sorry, Cas." He went to let go of his wrist, but Castiel grabbed Dean's wrist and held on.

"It is okay, Dean. If this soothes you, then you can hold onto my vessel's wrist," Castiel said. Dean looked at him just to be sure, then he relaxed a little after Castiel said that. Everything went fine after that, besides Dean's fidgeting, we went back to the motel and thanked the pilot. We went into our rooms to grab any extra things we had, which wasn't much. We all met up back in the Winchester's motel room, tired and sore. Suddenly I heard loud knocks on the door and a voice coming after those knocks.

"Where in the Hell is my fratello?!"

Dean's P.O.V.

I opened the door to a very angry man and a man taller than the angry one.

"Where's Veneziano?" He pointed his finger at my chest and started jabbing at me.

"Ven-who?" I asked again. If it was possible, he looked angrier than before.

"MY BROTHER, IDIOTA!" He looked behind me and saw Italy. "Fratello!" He ran to Italy and took him by his jacket, then he started shaking him, hard. "You said you were going to be back home in a day or two but it's been more than that! What have you been doing this whole time, huh?!"

"I-I'm sorry, Romano! I didn't mean to stay with America more than expected! Mi dispiace!" Italy was almost crying. The other guy came up from behind the man named 'Romano' and touched him on the shoulder.

"Okay, Lovi, I think that's enough," he said in a Spanish accent. Romano let go of Italy and turned around, facing the Spaniard.

"I'm not finished yet," he growled. Then he went up to Germany and started jabbing his finger into his chest.

"You dumb potato bastard, what have you been doing to my fratello?"

"Does this happen often?" Sam asked.

"Si, it does. Unfortunately for Ludwig, Lovi does this to him whenever something happens to Feli," he explained. "Oh, I didn't introduce myself, my name is Antonio Fernandez Carriedo." He held out his hand and Sam and I shook it.

"So, are you another country?" I asked him. He looked at me in surprise.

"Oh, you know about that?" I nodded my head. "I'm the personification of Spain," he replied with a smile.

"It's okay, Romano! Dean, Sam, and Castiel are friends! They helped us." I heard Italy say. Romano turned around and looked at us. He stomped over to us, and honestly, I was a bit scared.

"Is it true? Did you help my brother with his problem?" He asked me.

"Y-yeah, we did. We helped them with their problem," I replied trying not to sound scared. He huffed and turned to the other countries.

"We're leaving back to Europe, I have a car waiting outside. I want you all out there in two minutes." He turned around and opened the door. "Come on, Spain." Then he slammed the door closed.

"Well, it was nice meeting you two. Adiós!" He waved with a smile and left.

"Ah, we better leave, we don't want to keep Romano waiting," Italy said nervously. He went up to us and hugged Cas, then me, then Sam last. "I hope we meet again soon." He opened the door. "Ciao!" Then he left, leaving the door open.

"Thank you for helping us, I wish there was some way to repay you," Germany said.

"Nah, it's fine, just take care of yourselves, okay?" I told him.

"Auf Wiedersehen, Winchesters." Germany left. The other countries left saying thank you and, I think, goodbye in their own language.

America said, "Thanks for everything, dudes. I'm glad to have you guys as my citizens. Hopefully we'll meet again, bye!"

England said, "Thank you for helping us. We owe you."

"It's fine, really, you guys don't owe us anything," Sam said.

"Oh, well, maybe one day we will. Goodbye."

China said, "Thank you, aru. I hope we meet again. Zàijiàn." And last, but not least, Russia.

"Thank you. We'll meet again, da?" He gave a kind smile.

"Yeah, one day, maybe." I smiled back at him.

"Proshchay." Then he left, closing the door. I sighed and turned to my brother and Cas.

"They were nice. Man, I'm gonna miss them."

"Yeah," Sam responded, then he yawned. "Wow, I didn't realize I was really tired. I'm gonna go to bed." I looked the window and saw that the sky was turning dark, and the stars scattered across it.

"Yeah, I'm a bit sore." I looked at Cas. "You gonna go to sleep or…?" He sighed.

"Yes, I think I will. My grace isn't fully back yet." He took off his trenchcoat and put it on the bed.

"I call the bathroom first," Sam said and went into the bathroom. I took off my jacket and threw it onto my bag.

"Dean?"

"Yeah, Cas?"

"Where am I going to sleep?" Cas asked. "You and Sam have separate beds, should I-" I cut him off by taking his hands into mine.

"You...you can sleep in...my bed tonight, Cas. We'll share," I told him. He looked slightly surprised. "I-I mean, we can share my bed, or...you get the idea." He looked confused. "Look, the countries taught me a lesson, you could say, and I might have these...feelings for you." At this point, I was blushing. Cas had a look of understanding, he took his hands from me and gingerly held my face.

"Honestly, I think we might share the same feelings for each other." Then he brought my face closer to his. I shut my eyes and closed the distance between us. I smiled into this sweet, loving kiss and hugged Cas closer to me. But before we could go any farther into the kiss, I heard the shower turn off. I broke the kiss and looked towards the door.

"What's wrong?" Cas asked.

"Sam's done with the bathroom," I replied.

"Oh." He let go of me and started taking off the other layer of clothes. I did the same before Sam got out of the bathroom.

"Are you gonna take a shower in the morning, Dean?" Sam asked me.

"Yeah, guess I will." I got into my bed and moved over so Cas could lay next to me. Sam got into his own bed after Cas got into mine. He turned off the light next to us and fell fast asleep. "Maybe, you can join me in the shower, Cas," I whispered into his ear, smirking. Then I wrapped my arms around his waist, spooning him.

"That sounds nice." Those were the last words I heard before I slipped into sleep.