Sorry, it took so long guys. I had some computer issues. As in my computer broke. But, it's all good now. I'll try to update faster but I'm taking a lot of tests in school right now. Anyway, I promise I'm not giving up on the story or any of my others. I'm so happy about all the support it's been getting, so thanks. I don't own Hetalia or Supernatural and never will.
Sam woke up to the radio blaring beside him. With the loud music in his ear, he sat up and hit the off button to shut the thing up. He looked around the room and saw light flooding from the open bathroom door. He could hear the shower water running and Dean yelling something about not turning off his music. Sam sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes before looking at the clock. Eight A.M.
The shower turned off. Sam shouted, "Hey, hurry up in there! I want to take a shower too." He was given no reply by his brother so he stood up to start flipping on all the random lamps situated in odd places about the hotel room. Finally, after the hotel room was completely lit, Dean stepped out of the bathroom completely dressed and ready to go.
"Hurry up, Sammy. We've got things to do today." he said with his signature egotistical grin. Sam glared at him for a moment.
"Well, if you hadn't taken forever in the bathroom, doing God knows what, I wouldn't have to hurry." he retorted walking past his brother and toward the small bathroom.
"I know you were asleep the whole time, so don't play that card."
Sam didn't reply and quickly took a shower. After he was dried off and dressed, he stepped out into the room again. Dean was lying on the bed again, staring up at the ceiling with an emotionless expression. Sam walked over to the small table and started gathering up their equipment. Two guns, a pocketful of new salt cartridges, and a few knives of various metals should do it, he thought.
"Come on." he said to his brother who stood up. Sam handed him his gun and knives. "We need to find out more about this lady in the house." the younger said.
Dean nodded and said, "We should probably go talk to the old owner again and see what she knows before we do anything else."
As the two left their motel room and walked down the stairs to the parking lot, Sam looked over at his brother and said, "You just want to go back their because you think she's hot."
"No, you're wrong." Dean defended himself. "I don't think she's hot, I know she's hot. Besides, you have to admit she might know something about the old hag."
Sam sighed in admission and the two climbed into the Impala with Dean behind the wheel. He immediately cranked up the radio and peeled out of the parking lot. The dark automobile sped toward the home of Autumn Daniels, previous owner of the haunted house. She had earlier told the boys of seeing ghostly apparitions of an old man in the house before she packed up and left with just a few bumps and bruises. The ride was short as the two pulled up to the house. They stepped out of the car and checked for the badges in their pockets. Dean arrived at the small house's front door first and knocked. A few seconds later the door opened to reveal the familiar face of Autumn Daniels.
Recognition dawned on her pretty face and she stepped aside to let the "FBI agents" into the house. They both flashed their badges quickly as they passed and she nodded at each in turn. She led them into her living room and offered them seats on her couch. The two brothers sat beside each other and both flashed nice smiles in her direction. The young women responded with one of her own then asked, "What can I help you with this time, agents?"
"We just need to ask you a few more questions about your old home." Sam replied. "We need to know if you ever saw anything else strange there."
"I only saw that old man, but what does the FBI care about my ghostly sightings?" she said.
"It's not that." Dean cut in. "We just need to know why everyone who goes in there seems to drop dead in the basement. Everyone except you that is."
"I never went into the basement." she said quickly. "It was too creepy for me. My mother did though. She basically lived down there almost 24/7."
"Wait, your mother lived with you?" Sam asked.
"Yes, before she died." Autumn said. "She had an accident down in the basement. No one is really sure what happened. There was so much blood…" her voice trailed off, eyes fogging over at the memory.
"I'm sorry." Sam said sympathetically. "Do you have any pictures of your mother anywhere?"
She nodded and pointed behind them. "Right there. Hanging on the wall."
Both turned to look at the photograph hanging on the wall behind them. Their dreadful suspicions were confirmed when they saw the woman in the photo was the same as the ghost haunting the basement of the house. Sam turned back and asked, "Where's she buried?"
"Green Acre Cemetery just outside of town." she answered in confusion. "Why do you need to know that?"
"Curiosity." Dean answered with a smirk. "We'll be going now."
The pair stood up and started toward the door. Sam stopped to thank the woman, then followed his brother outside to their car. Just as Dean opened his door a familiar red Ferrari pull up to the house. Immediately the dark headed Italian boy jumped out, shaking his fist in the air. "What are you bastards doing here?!" he screamed. "You already botched up last night!" The other slowly climbed out of the car and stared at the other two in surprise.
Dean bristled with anger and took a few steps toward the other man. "I'm here to finish the case! This is a job for a real man, not some puny little thing like you."
"Say that again and I'll show you who the real man is!" Lovino screamed.
"Stop this!" Sam shouted at the two. "You're both acting like five year olds. Now, if you want to fight let's take it somewhere else." He nodded his head back in the direction of the house where Autumn was shyly looking through the window at the scene.
"Fine." Dean said. "We're going to the cemetery to take care of business so we can leave. You two should go find a nice daycare center to check into before you're old enough to hunt with the real men."
"Don't forget who saved your asses last night." the little Italian said with a sneer. "Come on Feli. We'll just see who can find her grave first."
Dean scowled and made his way to the Impala. "Like you two have a chance against me and my brother. Come on Sammy. Get your ass in the car."
Lovino and Dean quickly got into their respective cars. Feliciano and Sam stared at each other for a second. Sam shrugged and gave the boy a small smile. Feliciano returned it, then both followed after their older brothers. The Ferrari and Impala sped off in a race to the cemetery, and the grave of a murderous spirit.
Just a little heads up on what's to come. Castiel will soon make an appearance. Dean and Lovi will continue to fight. More ghosts are going to pop up to cause trouble. And Feli's going to make some pasta! Also next chapter will be from the Italy brothers point of view.
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