Hey, here's a chapter. Don't kill me for taking so long please... I don't own Hetalia or Supernatural and never will.
The angel transported the two back into the room, letting his hand slide down Dean's arm. He didn't want to lose the connection yet, but the sound of Sam standing from his seat on the floor caught his attention. Remembering the soul still clenched tightly in his other hand, he looked around until he saw the body lying against the wall, tied and gagged. Antonio was sitting beside him, staring at the ground. There were bruises beginning to appear around his neck. The angel walked over, kneeling beside the body. He pushed the soul into the body, a light illuminating the room.
Lovino sucked in a long breath, eyes shooting open. His face contorted in pain for a second before he slumped over and begin to cough. Castiel stood, eyes moving onto Antonio who watched his friend with wide, tearful eyes. When the hacking fit ended, he engulfed in a hug, starting to sob loudly. Lovino slowly reciprocated it, looking up at the angel in a state of confusion.
"We were lucky," he said, gazing at the scene at his feet before looking over to Sam and Dean. "A few minutes longer and I might not have been able to replace the soul. He could have been lost to even me."
"Did I…" the Italian whispered, pushing his clingy companion away. "Did I die? The last thing I remember is arguing with Antonio and then…" He tapped his skull, squinting slightly, trying to remember. "Then, there's nothing. I was just randomly here. But, I feel like I died, somehow."
"You did," the angel answered him. "And your soul was taken-"
"And I saved your life," another, familiar voice said. All eyes turned to the specter now standing in the middle of the room. His pale form flickered slightly before regaining clarity. "I'm not as useless as you thought I was, huh?" He smiled, widely and innocently.
"Feliciano…" the other Italian said. He struggled to his feet, looking at the other with wide eyes. "Am I crazy or is that actually you…?"
"It's me," he said, chirping happily.
"But we burned your bones… You can't be here. You're not supposed to be." Lovino slowly walked forward, eyes becoming teary. "I just wanted to put you to rest, Feli. And I couldn't even do that for you. I'm so sorry for being a horrible brother. I'm so sorry that I didn't protect you like I was supposed to."
"My death isn't you fault, Lovi," the ghost said. "You can't keep blaming yourself for it. If you want to blame anyone, blame me, okay?" He looked around at the others in the room. "That goes for all of you. I didn't die because of any of you. I made the decisions that led to that."
"But…if you didn't come back to make me suffer, then why are you here? Surely you just want to keep reminding me of all the awful things I said to you."
"No," he shook his head. "I just wanted to make sure you were going to be alright. Not blaming yourself which is exactly what you've been doing. Smoking. Drugging yourself up. What would grandpa say? And you hunt after taking enough sleeping pills to put down an elephant! You're making destructive decisions and you need to stop."
Lovino looked away, squeezing his eyes shut. "I don't know how to deal with it all alone, though…"
"You don't have to, idiota…" Feliciano pointed to the Spaniard who was now standing silently beside the wall when his brother finally looked up again. "He's here for you. He loves you. Now quit being stubborn and got to him while you still have a chance."
With tears spilling over onto his face, Lovino took a step toward Antonio, gulping nervously. Looking back at his brother again, he took a deep breath. "I love you, Feli…"
"I love you too, big brother," the ghost said.
"Is this the last time I'll see you?" he asked, voice shaking.
"Probably… I think… I think it's time for me to go, now…"
"I'll miss you…"
"I'll tell grandpa that he should be proud…"
The two brothers' eyes met for one final moment, one that hung in the air for only mere seconds but seemed to be a miniature eternity. As quickly as he appeared, Feliciano disappeared. A sense of finality settled in the room and for some reason everyone was sure that he was gone for good. Silence fell across the four men for a moment until a strangled sob from the youngest broke it. Lovino turned, running into Antonio's arm. His head buried in the other's shoulder. Sobs rocked his body as Antonio wound his arms around the smaller man, not trying to calm him. He allowed him to cry, tears beginning to leak from his own eyes.
Castiel turned, eyes focusing on Dean who was quietly whispering to Sam. He approached catching the last bits of the conversation as Dean whispered, "Yeah, it's finished." Seeing the angel behind his brother's shoulder, Sam quickly cleared his throat and turned away. He walked back towards the bathroom, leaving them alone in their own world. Dean shuffled his feet before looking into Castiel's deep blue eyes.
"What happened back in Kearney…" Dean started, voice quivering with emotion. "I don't think it was a…fluke or anything. When you…hugged me…and other things…I felt it was just right, in a way. Which is why I was confused because…"
"I might have overstepped my bounds a little," Castiel interrupted. "When I saw that you were injured, just a little cut, I just overreacted. I've never done that before. And I was so relieved that you weren't seriously hurt. I hugged you because…I was afraid for a minute there that I wouldn't have been able to do that again…"
"And then you kissed me…"
"I did that to heal you. I kissed the cut, the injury."
Dean bit his lip, wincing slightly when he realized that his teeth had unexpectedly drawn blood from a cut that had already been there. He opened his mouth for a second, staring at Cas for a minute. Gulping lightly, he leaned closer and whispered, "Heal me again?"
The angel answered him simply by leaning forward and pressing his lips against Dean's. The cut was soon healed, but the two didn't break apart. Instead, they got closer, bodies pressed together as they clumsily wrapped arms around one another.
Across the room, Lovino looked up at his companion, sobs finally subsiding as he stepped out of their hug. With his eyes still blurred by watery tears, the smaller man choked out his question, voice breaking near the end. "Do you really love me?" Before Antonio even had a chance to answer, he continued, "I mean, you've seen me at my worst. I'm the literal meanest, most problematic piece of shit to ever walk the planet. And you're some fucking ray of sunshine type person. We couldn't be more polar opposite. And I've treated you like shit more than once, but you've stuck with me when most people wouldn't. I don't deserve you. At all. And-"
"Lovi," the other interrupted, shaking his head. "None of what you're saying about yourself is true. Of course I love you…of course I do." He laughed wetly as more tears rose in his own eyes. "I've loved you since the moment you came in like my own personal hero and saved my life. And when you decided to let me come along with you, I was ecstatic. I know you're not what one would call a perfect person but no one is…"
"But-"
"No. Stop." Antonio took a deep, shuddery breath. "There's no question about it. I love you. More than anything. But, the real question is if you love me or not?"
The Italian stopped, breath hitching in his throat. "I've never thought about it," he answered honestly. "I've been so wrapped up in my own personal hell that I never even considered the fact that I might just…" Lovino stopped, frowning slightly as he looked down. "I think…no… I know. I know now. I do…love you. I do."
Antonio stared at him, surprising making him drop his jaw open. "Y-you do? Really?"
"Yeah, I do." Lovino looked up at him again, eyes brightening for the first time since they met. Almost like a heavy weight had been lifted off of him, the Italian man straightened up. He didn't give Antonio anytime to react before he pressed his lips to the other's, kissing him with a sort of desperation.
The backed up against the wall, Antonio in shock. His arms fluttered slightly, before he wound them back around the thin body of his companion. Lovino's arms went around his neck as he pressed himself against the taller man. Their lips moved together, synchronized. The two couldn't get close enough, both expelling the pent up emotional needs they had tried so desperately to hide from one another and even from themselves.
Near the back of them, sitting on the floor behind dresser, Sam smiled widely. He cast his eyes down to the hands in his lap. A creeping sadness rested on him for a second before he shook it away. He refused to be sad or jealous in this moment. His brother was going to be happy for once. Lovino was going to be happy for one. And Sam was going to be happy for them as well. As the couples locked themselves in their own worlds, Sam sat by himself, waiting for them to come to reality once again.
Well... There you go. That's the...not the end! There's gonna be one more chapter. A epilogue of sorts. But for now, any reviews?
