So, finally posting the next chapter. I hope y'all enjoy. This is where the story starts picking up a bit. Remember I don't own Hetalia or Supernatural and never will. Also, this chapter is in the Italy brother's P.O.V. Enjoy!
"Those bastards!" Lovino shouted as he increased the pressure on the gas pedal. "Who do they think they are, taking over our case like this?"
Feliciano shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "They're just trying to do their job like us." he defended the two. He actually thought that Sam, the taller one, was nice.
"Don't give me that!" the hot head shouted at his brother.
The Ferrari pulled up to the cemetery and parked in front of the tall iron gates. The Italians slowly climbed out of their vehicle and looked around. Cautiously, Feliciano pulled their bag of salt, guns, matches, and gasoline from the backseat. The tall gates were locked, obviously signaling the cemetery was closed at the present moment. Feli handed the bag to his older brother and walked up to the gate. He slipped his arm between the bars. With a bit of a struggle, the tiny boy managed to squeeze himself between the bars. Lovino shoved the bag through to him and forced himself inside also. He smirked a bit. "I would like to see those two macho guys do that."
Feliciano slung the bag over his shoulder. "Come on, fratello." He walked off, looking at the small gravestones around his feet. "Help me look." Lovino followed him for a few seconds. "Feli, who exactly are we looking for?" Both Italians froze and looked over at each other. With a sheepish smile, Feliciano shrugged and rubbed the back of his head. "I have no idea."
Lovino turned completely red, from the top of his forehead down to where his neck met his shirt. "Those bastards tricked us. They know exactly where they're going and we don't! How could we be so stupid!?"
The sun was gone and now the two young Italians simply stood in the middle of the grave yard with no clue what to do. "Maybe we should just go back to the car and leave." Feliciano suggested. "It seems the other two are capable enough to handle it."
Lovino glared at his younger brother. "We can't do that! Let me remind you, everyone who meets us takes us for granted. They treat us horribly just because we're younger. Feli, we have to start showing people exactly what we can do. We have to make grandpa proud of us." The darker haired man started walking away. Feliciano stared at the ground a mix of emotions on his face. Then, he turned and looked in the other direction, opposite the way his brother was walking.
"Lovi, I see a light." he called. Lovino turned around confused, until his eyes found what Feliciano was talking about.
"That's a fire!" he shouted. "Quick, let's go see what it is."
The two took off running toward the flames. They skidded to a stop in front of an open grave with flames licking at the edges. Lovino scowled and let his eyes wander around the cemetery until he saw the retreating backs of Sam and Dean. "Hey, you bastards! Stop!" They both froze and turned around. Lovino rushed over to them, with his younger brother close at his heels. "I told you we had this covered." the angry little Italian shouted.
Dean took a half step forward and yelled back, "Well, I told you two to scram. You're just getting in our way. Besides, we're old enough to handle this ourselves. You two shouldn't even be hunting yet. How old are you anyway? Fourteen? Younger?"
"I'm fifteen and my brother's sixteen." Feliciano chimed in. "We've been hunting for two years now. We know what we're doing. Our grandfather trained us."
"Yeah, so why don't you back off." Lovino added with malice in his voice.
"Dean." Sam interrupted. "Can you really say anything? I mean, how old were we when we went on our first hunts?"
"Sammy, that's different." Dean said.
"No, it's not." Sam said. He stepped forward and looked down at the shorter boys. "Look, I'm sorry. We just wanted to make sure the job got done. We didn't mean to offend you in any way."
"How'd you two get in her anyway?" Lovino asked.
"We jumped the wall." Dean answered. He motioned behind him. Feli and Lovino looked over and just made out a small brick wall surrounding the back side of the graveyard.
"So, you already burned the body?" Lovino asked, begrudgingly.
"Yeah, that's already taken care of." Dean said. "We can all leave tomorrow."
"I wouldn't be so sure of that." another voice added.
Both Feliciano and Lovino jumped and raised their guns in defense. A man in a trench coat had just materialized beside them. Before they could shoot at the figure, Dean greeted him.
"Wasn't expecting you to show up here Cas." he said. "What brings you down here?"
"What the hell?!" Lovino shouted, eyes widening in surprise. He took a step back and bumped into his brother who was just as confused.
"Oh right…" Sam muttered. "This is Castiel. He's an angel, and he's on our side."
"An angel?" Feliciano questioned in awe. "Like a real winged, messenger of God type angel?"
"Not exactly." Castiel answered. "Everything will be explained, but first we need to go somewhere safe. I'll meet you all back at Sam and Dean's motel room."
The man disappeared, making Lovino trip back so that he was leaning against his brother. He turned his wide, hazel eyes back to the Winchester brothers. "What the hell was that?" he asked.
"Like Cas said, it'll be explained. I don't know why he wants you, but we should listen to him." Sam said. "Look, just follow us back to our motel."
"I don't think so!" Lovino said automatically.
"Okay." Feli chirped at the same time.
The brothers exchanged a glance, then Lovino sighed. "Okay, we'll do it. Just wait for us to get our car."
The four went their separate ways. Lovino and Feliciano ran back to the gates. After slipping through the bars again, they seated themselves in the Ferrari. After driving around the cemetery, they located the Impala. It took off down the road, and the Italians followed close behind.
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