Alright, this took way longer than it should have. And I have no good excuse either. So, I'm sorry. Anyway, I just wanted to take a moment to clear some things up for y'all. This is a Human AU for Feliciano and Lovino, so no they are not actually countries in this one. Sorry that that wasn't clear enough. If you have anymore questions, leave them in the comments and I'll try my best to answer them in the next Author's note. Y'all enjoy this chapter. I don't own Hetalia or Supernatural.
"Damn it, Dean!" Lovino shouted from the short distance away. "Get off your knees and do something!" He was suddenly thrown back against the brick wall behind him. He fell to the ground, the wind knocked out of his lungs. He looked up and saw the ghosts around him quickly coming closer. He tried to force himself to his feet, but found a hand pressed against his back, holding him down. He looked up and saw the angel from earlier. He felt a question bubble to his lips but before he could speak a word, Castiel vanished. "Wait!" he shouted. Then, he realized he was no longer in the cemetery. He looked around trying to figure out exactly where he was.
He couldn't identify his surroundings at all. He seemed to be kneeling at the edge of the long straight road, surrounded by trees. There were no cars in sight and the only light source was the moon and stars above his head.
Looking to his right, he found the bag that Dean had been so desperately looking for in the graveyard. He opened it to reveal all their supplies. He jumped to his feet and swung the bag over his shoulder. As he did this, Castiel appeared with Dean a few meters away.
"Damn you, Dean! What was that back there?" Lovino shouted quickly walking toward the pair, fist raised in the air. He stopped just short of the taller man and glared.
"You're the one who up and disappeared on me!" Dean shouted back. "I didn't do anything but try to find you and get us the hell out of there!"
"Stop fighting over this, you two." Castiel interrupted. "It was neither of your faults. The ghosts had you in a trap as soon as you set foot in the graveyard. Why you thought it would be a good idea to go there in the first place is a mystery to me. Now, just be thankful you're both not dead. Where are your brothers?"
"They're back at the motel doing research. We just wanted to take out as many ghosts as we could." Dean answered. "It might have helped when we found out who did this."
"I commend your bravery, Dean, but not your stupidity."
"Hey! We're not stupid. How were we supposed to know all those spirits were going to show up?" Lovino questioned. "You didn't exactly give us a lot of details about what we're dealing with here."
"Calm down!" Castiel reprimanded. "I didn't tell you much because I know as much as you do. There's something about this town that degrades some of my powers. I can't do much here."
"What could do that to you?" Dean asked.
"I'm not sure. A really strong spell? Demonic activity? I don't think so. It's too strange. That's why I need you here. You four can do things that I can't right now. I'm putting my faith in you."
Silence fell over the other two as what he had said sunk in. Lovino took a partial step back, worry for his brother starting to plague his thoughts. "If you can't do anything, and you're an angel, then what do you expect four normal humans to be able to do?"
"You're better than you give yourself credit for, Lovino." the angel said, catching the Italian boy's attention. "You're brother and you are two of the best hunters I've ever seen. Your grandfather would be so proud of you right now."
"Hey, wait a second!" Lovino turned bright red out of surprise and anger. "How do you know about him!?"
"I just do."
"Castiel, what do you want us to do now?" Dean interjected before Lovino could be any more freaked out by the angel's ability to read people's thoughts.
"Go find your brothers and try to figure out what's going on here. And whatever you do, do not go back to that cemetery!"
Castiel vanished, causing the already nervous Lovino to jump back again. "Why does he do that all the time!? It's so creepy!"
"It's just how he normally travels." Dean said. "Come on, let's try and figure out exactly where we are so we can get back to the motel." He started walking down the abandoned stretch of road. "And we have to go get my baby, too!"
Lovino rant to catch up, but paused at the last comment. "Your baby?"
"Yeah, the Impala. She's my baby."
"You're insane." the Italian muttered and continued to jog towards him. "Where the hell do you think we are?"
Dean sighed. "I have no idea, kid. No idea at all."
Back in the motel room, Sam and Feliciano weren't having any better luck. Feliciano was lying across the bed, reading from the books Sam had collected over the years from Bobby and other sources. Sam was sitting at the table, scrolling through site after site. Neither had found anything remotely like what they were dealing with now.
"Could it be some sort of Voo Doo?" the youngest asked.
"I've never seen a case of Voo Doo magic this far up north." Sam answered. "Besides, then we would be dealing with zombies and curses, not ghosts."
"You're right." Feliciano flipped the book closed and tossed it into the pile of all the other worthless information. "We've looked into witches, right?"
"Yeah, I don't think a witch could hold souls captive on earth though. That's more in the demonic domain." Sam looked over at the exhausted boy. "You should probably go to sleep now. I don't think we're going to find anything tonight." He sighed and closed his eyes, starting to rub his temples.
"But we haven't found anything!" Feliciano objected. "We still have no clue what's going on! And how can I sleep with Lovino out there? I don't know what's happening to him right now!" His eyes started to fill with tears. Sam looked over, hearing the hysteria rising in his voice.
"Calm down, Feliciano. I'm sure they're okay. My brother's a good hunter. I'm sure they'll be okay." Sam tried reassuring the other.
"Are you sure?" he sniffled.
"Yeah, I'm positive."
Feliciano picked up the next book and turned to the first page. Sam sighed and turned back to his computer screen. He clicked through dozens of worthless sites and read through a few legitimate sounding ones. He found himself getting lost in some paper written on the demonic activity in Russia when Feliciano shouted, "I found it!"
Sam looked up just as he was scurrying off the bed and over to where Sam was sitting. He dropped the book onto the table and pointed at the drawing of a strange amulet. Sam stared at it for a moment before looking up at the Italian questioningly.
"It's a witch's amulet." Feliciano explained. "It captures the souls of humans and makes them into the witch's slaves. According to legend, only the most powerful witches could use them. They are made from the power of a witch and a demon combined. If the witch wears the amulet, she can capture any soul in a certain distance from her. The distance depends on how powerful she is. With a town this size, we're dealing with one of the most powerful witches I've ever seen."
Sam stared at the picture again. The amulet was fairly small, with a million tiny pentagrams carved into the surface. Inside was a small red stone. Sam nodded a bit. "Unfortunately, you might be right."
Suddenly, the door opened, causing both to almost jump out of their skin. They turned their eyes to the door to find Lovino walking in with Dean right behind him. The oldest slammed the door and walked over to collapse on one of the beds.
"I'm guessing it didn't go well?" Sam asked.
"No, Sammy boy. It did not. We screwed up big this time." Dean said with a sigh. "Cas had to jump in a save our asses again."
Lovino dropped their bag onto the ground by the door. "It was your brilliant idea, asshole."
"Lovi!" Feliciano shouted, unable to contain himself anymore. He launched himself across the room and grabbed his brother in a bone crushing hug. Lovino turned tomato red and tried to wrestle his little brother off. Sam and Dean watched in baffled amusement as the two Italians continued to hug/fight each other until both fell onto the floor of the motel room.
"Dean." Sam said. Dean pulled his eyes off the two and looked to his brother. "I think we've found something. I want you to tell me what you think."
Dean walked over and took the book that was offered to him. They ignored the loud argument in the corner as Sam explained what Feliciano had found. Dean looked over to the wrestling younger boys again. "If he's right, then we just might be in over our heads."
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