I should have posted this sooner. I'm sorry, I realize that I promised this would be up sooner. So, I'm really sorry. I have no excuse expect one word: family. Yeah... Anyway, enjoy the chapter. This one gets pretty serious at the end, so be warned. Have fun. And remember, I don't own Hetalia and I never will.

The witch suddenly felt a source of great power enter the room. She looked up to find a man in a ratty trench coat float down from the ceiling to land in front of her. At first she started to laugh, his appearance deceiving her. Then she sensed that her first instinct was right; whatever this man was, he was powerful beyond her talents. "What are you?!" she screeched at him, breaking her spell.

He watched as the two Italian brothers slid to the ground. One was already unconscious, the other started wheezing to catch his breath. "I'm Castiel." the man said. "An angel."

The witch let loose an almost feral snarl. "That's impossible! Tell me the truth. What business is this of yours?! Get out!"

"You're terrified of me. Maybe you're not as powerful as we first believed." Castiel said, walking over to the nearest body to him. He touched his shoulder, causing the man to wake up.

"Cas?" Dean said, forcing himself to his feet.

Castiel moved onto Feliciano, then Sam, waking them both up also. The witch watched in dreaded fascination. She had never seen a being able to bring someone back after the powerful spell she cast. They should have slept for hours, if they even woke up at all.

Suddenly she felt her arm being lifted. She looked over into the eyes of the short Italian who she thought was dead until he arrived here. He tried slipping the bracelet off her arm, causing her to pull away roughly. They knew about her amulet. They were going to kill her.

"Get away!" she yelled in defense of herself. She cradled the arm with the bracelet on it, to keep it safe from the five men surrounding her.

"You're not so tough now." Dean said, grinning triumphantly. He took a step forward. "Is that the amulet, Feliciano?"

The auburn haired boy nodded happily. Lovino scowled. "Well, get it off of her then. Let's destroy this thing and get it over with."

"NO!" the witch yelled, reigniting her powers. She forced them all back with the force of her magic. They were all caught off guard, truly believing Castiel's presence would keep her at bay. Suddenly, from across the room a plank of wood flew through the air. Miraculously, everyone managed to dodge it, and it hit the opposite wall with a loud bang.

"Castiel, do something!" Dean yelled.

"I can't. I've already told you my powers are limited here. There's nothing I can do to help." the angel explained in a low voice so only the two men around him can hear.

"Then what are we supposed to do?" Lovino hissed at the angel. "We can't fight her on our own."

"If you take the amulet from her, she'll do anything for you not to destroy it." Castiel said in the same tone as before. "Figure out how to do that."

"That's easy for you to say Cas." Dean said. "How are we supposed to do that?"

"How am I supposed to know? This is your area of expertise, Dean."

While the three were talking, the witch muttered another spell sent waves of pain through the four humans in the room. Lovino dropped to his knees, holding his throbbing head, while Dean and Sam both fell back against the wall. Feliciano and Castiel were the only ones left standing, the Italian getting less of the magic being behind the witch and the angel being unaffected by her powers. Their eyes met in silent communication.

Castiel regarded the smallest male over the witch's shoulders, as he dropped to the ground. The witch turned around and looked at his unmoving form for a second. "I guess he was knocked out." she chuckled darkly, turning back around. The angel kept his face emotionless as the witch scowled at him. "So what exactly are you?" she asked. "Tell me the truth this time!"

"I already did." Castiel took a few steps forward, watching as the witch cautiously stepped back. "I'm an angel from heaven and you are a witch. You made a deal with one from the depths of hell and that is why this is my business." The angel stopped, noticing the witch was now standing right in front of the falsely unconscious Feliciano.

Autumn glared at the angel, her doubt and fear plainly showing in her eyes. "If you're so big and powerful, why haven't you done something already?"

"I'm working on that currently." the angle said, as Feliciano snapped his eyes opened.

The Italian quickly sat up and grabbed the small amulet. He broke it off the bracelet's chain before the witch even realized he wasn't unconscious. He quickly stood and ran toward the other side of the room, amulet gripped tightly in his hand.

"What?" the witch said, glancing down at the bracelet. "Give it back!" She quickly said a spell that threw the Italian against the wall. He fell to his knees, hearing the witch's footsteps quickly approaching him.

"Dean!" he yelled, seeing the man to his right rushing toward him. Without thinking, he threw the silver amulet towards the man. Dean caught it, a confused look on his face. Feliciano smiled as he glanced down at the powerful silver object in his hands. Then, everything went black for the boy when another of the witch's spells knocked his head into the wall.

Dean, realizing what the boy had thrown him, quickly took off running across the room to Lovino. "Quick, we got to destroy this somehow." He said, showing the small silvery amulet to the boy. Sam jogged over, cautiously watching the witch. She had a genuinely horrified look on her face as they toyed with her life line.

"No!" she shouted. Muttering a spell, another board flew toward them. They all avoided it, her fear making her power shaky.

"Destroy it now!" Castiel said. "If you don't, she'll get it back and we won't get it again."

"It doesn't look that sturdy." Lovino said.

"It probably won't be that hard to break." Sam said. He took the amulet from Dean's hand and examined it. See, it's thin metal surrounding a small stone. I'm guessing the stone is the real source of power. If we crush the metal, the stone won't be hard to break. I think we could just stomp on it."

More objects flew at them, seemingly confirming his theory. "Do it." Dean said.

Sam lowered the amulet on the ground and started to raised his foot to step on it.

"No!" the witch yelled, making the three pause for half a second. Looking over, they realized she had lifted Feliciano's limp body off the ground with her powers. "Do it, and he dies!" she yelled.

Sam stopped, foot inches above the piece of metal. He glanced over at Lovino's face, twisted with horrified doubt and uncertainty. Sam wasn't sure if he could destroy the amulet in time to save Feliciano. They knew the three of them couldn't get to her in time, without being hurt themselves. Cas was just bluffing, his powers being blocked by some demonic lock on the town, probably by the same demon the witch had sold her soul to.

"I'll do it!" the witch shouted, cackling again. "But you couldn't live with the guilt, could you!?"

Sam, stepped away from the amulet, looking at Dean and Lovino in turn. Dean looked down, a million emotions rushing through him. They couldn't let the witch go, but he couldn't watch Feliciano die either.

"Do it." another familiar voice said. They all looked up to Feliciano who had apparently just woken up. He stared down at them all, before his face contorted with pain, when the witch shouted a spell at him. "Just, don't worry about me! Kill her! Destroy it!" he said between the spasms of pain.

Castiel looked over at them, a serious expression on his face. "He's right. You won't get this chance again. Dean, you have to do it." he said, obviously speaking to the oldest man there.

"No…" Dean said, shaking his head.

"Yes…" Lovino choked out. He head his eyes trained on his brother, tears spilling over onto his cheeks. "I'm sorry brother!" he yelled. "I love you!"

"I know! I love you, too." Feliciano yelled back. "It's okay!"

"No!" the witch shouted.

Lovino stamped on the amulet before either of the Winchester's could stop him. The crunch of the amulet was accompanied by the sickening crack of Feliciano's spine being broken. As his body fell from the witch's clutches, a wind picked up in the small room. The witch fell, her body starting to convulse as the pentagram in the center of the room flashed a bit. Appearing in the center was an all too familiar face.

Crowley.

Duh! Duh! Duuuuuh!

Too much? Yeah...

Sorry, for another cliff hanger. I figured y'all deserved something. So, you know the drill. Review and tell me what you think. I'll post the next chapter as soon as I can.