How long has it been since I last updated this story? Urgg! Too long! Sorry! Don't worry, though. I've had a spark of inspiration for the story so it shouldn't be long before the next chapter. Yay! Anywho... here's the chapter. Enjoy. I don't own Supernatural or Hetalia! And I never ever will.

Dean opened the old home's door and walked inside. He heard his young companion's footsteps behind him. He readied the shotgun in his hands, cautiously looking around for any spirits that might pop up. The night at the graveyard had taught him to be careful in a town as dangerous as this.

"You do know how to handle that thing right?" Dean questioned the young boy behind him. "You're not going to shoot me in the back or anything, right?" The man looked over his shoulder at the young Italian.

Feliciano froze for half a second, looking down at the weapon in his hands. Then he smiled brightly and nodded. "Of course I do. Lovi and I use them all the time. It's not a problem."

Sam smiled slightly at the boy's enthusiasm. "Well, if you're sure…"

Suddenly, Feli's eyes grew wider and he shouted, "Dean, look!"

He did as he was told, and looked around just in time to see the spirit of an old woman before he was thrown back into Feliciano. There was a sickening crack when the young boy's head hit the wood of the floor. Dean pushed himself up and fired a shot toward the ghost. She elicited a shrill screech and vanished. Quickly, the man turned back to look at the unconscious Italian on the floor.

Carefully, he tilted his head to see if there was any visible wound or blood. He breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't see anything too bad. He made sure the boy was breathing too. Dean picked him up under the arms, planning to drag him out of the house and to the Impala.

Unfortunately, just as he straightened up, two more spirits appeared against the far wall of the room. Dean dropped the poor boy and started grabbing around for his shotgun, which he had dropped while checking on Feliciano. Finally, his hands closed around the handle and he aimed it at the ghost closest to him. Taking it out with one shot, he turned to shoot at the other. He froze when he realized it was gone.

A few seconds of heavy silence fell before he cautiously bent down again. He lifted up the small Italian boy with one arm and slowly backed toward the door. With his free arm, he did his best to hold the shotgun. With joyous relief, he stepped out of the house and made his way to the Impala. Inside, he laid the younger boy in the backseat and started the engine. Looking up at the house again, he saw shadows moving around in the windows.

Dean sighed when he realized just how lucky they were. If he hadn't got out of there when he did, both of them would probably be dead. The man quickly backed away from the house and started off down the road. He wondered for a second how the other two were doing. They headed to that woman's house. Autumn Jennings. He quickly pulled the cell phone out of his pocket and called his brother.

It felt as if it rang forever. With each ringing sound, Dean's uneasiness rose. With what had just happened to the two of them back there, he was already on edge. Something told him that there was something very wrong. He glanced into the back at the young boy behind him and his heart almost broke. If something happened to Lovino, what would happen to him? He was so young and almost seemed fragile. And then there was Sam. No matter what, Dean couldn't lose his brother again.

He stamped down on the gas pedal and sped toward Autumn Daniel's house. As the car sped up, the boy in the back stirred and sat up. "What happened?" he muttered.

"You got knocked out." Dean answered him. "We got ambushed by a bunch of ghosts and I just had to get us out of there. We're going to hunt down our brothers now."

"Okay!" the boy chirped. He climbed up into the front seat, making Dean wince a bit.

"Hey! Don't scratch up my car!" he protested.

Feliciano just smiled. "You're just like my brother and his Ferrari."

"And that's a bad thing?" Dean asked.

The two fell into silence until they saw the house appear in front of them. Dean parked next to the familiar red Ferrari and shut off the engine. Both stared at the little house, uneasiness settling in the cab of the car. It was utterly silent, not even a chirping bird or whispering wind could be heard.

"Something's not right." Feliciano whispered. He looked warily over the house in front of them.

"No…" Dean muttered. "You're right."

Slowly, he opened his door and stepped out. Feliciano followed his lead and started walking toward the house. They realized the front door was standing wide open. Inside was completely dark and silent. Dean was suddenly wrapped in a terrible feeling. Something bad was happening to his brother, he just knew it. He had to find him.

Without a warning to his companion, Dean took off running through the empty house, searching through every doorway until he came to one at the end of a hallway. He reached for the handle before hearing a cackle from inside. His blood turned to ice. It was the witch.

He twisted the handle but realized that the door was tightly sealed shut, probably by the witch's magic. Feliciano caught up with his and said, "Dean, you'll have to find another way in. And even if you do, how are you going to fight this witch?"

"I don't know!" he snapped, turning on the boy. "But both of our brothers are probably in there, so I can't just stand here and do nothing!"

As his voice rang out in the hallway, another sound permeated the still air. Dean slowly turned at the sound of the door creaking open. The room inside was dark, keeping the man from making out anything inside. Taking a few steps forward, he peered inside. Suddenly, a force pulled him in and the door slammed shut. He found himself pinned to the wall before the light flicked on, bathing the room in sickly, yellow light. Across from him, he saw both Sam and Lovino pinned to the opposite wall. Craning is neck as far as he could, he saw Feliciano was not among the others in the room.

Another cackle caught his attention, drawing his eyes to his right. Autumn Daniels stood, leaning against the wall, smirking at her captives. Dean yelled at her in fury, "What the hell is wrong with you!? Why are you doing this!?" He desperately wanted to get Sam and Lovino to safety, but realized he could do nothing. And this made him angry.

"Why Dean, how are you? I didn't expect to see you here today. I guess you got lucky against my ghost slaves, hmmm? Well, no matter, I can kill you all right here. And be done with you three meddling annoyances." the witch said, expression never changing.

Dean's anger built up even more. All of them had been so stupid and now they were going to die. Except Feliciano. If he hurried he might be able to get away. Wait, she had said three… The witch didn't know about the other little Italian boy. Dean glanced over at Lovino for a second. The expression of relief on his face told him that he had reached the same conclusion.

Well, if he had to die here today, at least Dean knew the boy might be alright. He didn't need to be a hunter anyway. There was no point in him getting hurt so young. Sam looked at him with an expression that said, "well this is goodbye again." Dean smiled slightly in response. Then he scowled at the witch.

He wouldn't go down without a fight. His muscles strained against the force of the witch's spell even though he knew he didn't stand a chance.

Her expression didn't change on bit. She smirked at all of them in turn before saying, "Well enough dilly dally, I suppose. Let's just get this over with, shall we." She raised her hands and begin reciting a spell.

Dean felt like his insides were being twisted around in impossible ways. He gritted his teeth, refusing to cry out. Then, the coughing started. Blood bubbled up from his throat and poured down his chin. He heard the other two hacking as well.

Autumn cackled again, before starting to recite the spell again. And Dean accepted his fate as the pain grew even worse. He felt a thousand needles stab into his stomach, heart, lungs, you name it. He closed his eyes, and welcomed the darkness that started to envelope him.

Ha! Cliffhanger! Hee hee... Don't worry my lovely readers. I will post the next chapter as soon as possible. It has already been half way written. So within the next few days, I should post it. No promises thought. I suck at deadlines. You know the drill. Leave a review and tell me what you thought!