Hi! I'm back! Okay, so warnings for this chapter. I think it's kinda obvious. Character death. Feels. A little angst. Sorry. Enjoy. I don't own Hetalia or Supernatural and never will.

For a split second, the entire room was silent. The Winchesters stared at the all too familiar demon in the center of the room, while Lovino's eyes were locked on his brother's mutilated body. Finally, the silence was broken by an agonized cry from the young Italian boy as he ran across the room and collapsed next to his brother. Sam stared after him, while Dean kept his eyes locked on Crowley.

"Hello, boys." the demon said, accessing the situation in front of him.

"You! This is all you!" Dean accused, glaring at the black clad man. "Why? Why did you want this town? What's your purpose here?"

"You boys." the demon said in his usual charismatic tone. "See, I was really hoping I could get rid of you before you screwed up anymore of my brilliant ideas. I thought one powerful witch with an amulet would be enough. I also put a rather strong curse over the place to make sure Mr. Halo over there was basically useless."

"You did all of this to get to us?" Sam asked, turning his eyes back on the demon.

"Uh, yes I did. Too bad it didn't work out as I had hoped. I wasn't expecting you to bring friends." he said, staring pointedly at the two brothers in the room. "I really didn't mean for him to be taken out. I was hoping for a situation similar to this, but with Sam being dead and Dean being my only problem left. But, I just can't seem to catch a break."

"You sick son of a bitch!" Dean shouted.

"Uh uh…" Crowley said, wagging a finger at him. "That's no way to speak to the King of Hell, now is it?" He turned to the witch, who was still on the ground having what appeared to be multiple seizures. He snapped his fingers and her body went limp against the floor. "Well, boys, I have what I came for. I guess I'll see you at our next rendezvous."

Before anyone could say another word, the demon was gone. There was no trace he'd even been there. Dean turned, staring at Castiel for a moment, who simply looked back with a somber expression. "If I had known what was going on here, I would have never involved you." the angel said.

"I know, Cas."

The two fell silent, listening to the pathetic cries starting to come from the youngest in the room. "Isn't there something we can do?" he wailed. "I have to save my brother."

Sam walked over and bent down beside the boy, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Lovino. I'm pretty sure he's gone."

Dean walked over to look down at the body, and it only confirmed what Sam had said. Feliciano's eyes were open, glazed over, and staring blankly toward the ceiling. His back was twisted far beyond was natural. Yes, Feliciano was gone. Nothing could be done.

Lovino looked up at Dean from his position on the floor. "This is your fault." he said, harshly. "Both of you. You dragged us into this mess and now my little brother is dead! He was fifteen, God damn it! Fifteen! He should have had years of life ahead of him and now look what's happened."

Dean looked away, not wanting to believe what he was saying but also slightly blaming himself. He almost thought of telling him that he was the one that crushed the stupid amulet, but that wouldn't help the situation at all. He looked over at Castiel, nonverbally begging him to do something to help. The angel shook his head and looked away. The silent signal was enough for the young man. He couldn't do anything to remedy the situation.

Lovino stood up and stalked past the two brothers. "Wait," Sam said, stopping him from leaving. "What are you planning on doing? You need to take care of his body at least."

The little Italian stopped, shoulders shaking with the sobs he was trying to hold in. "I know! Just give me a minute, please." He wiped the back of his sleeve over his eyes.

The Winchester's waited for the younger boy to compose himself before helping him to take his brothers body out to their cars. Sam drove the Italian's Ferrari outside of town, with Dean falling close behind. Stopping along the side of the road, once the sun had descended over the horizon, they filed out with somber expressions.

"Are you sure you want to do this here?" Sam asked Lovino.

"We need to get this over with, so I can get out of here." he said coldly, tears having dried up a while ago.

Soon, they were watching as flames licked at the dead boy's body, insuring he wouldn't come back. The fire lit up the small area, casting shadows behind the three. Dean felt himself being dragged down into sadness again. This kid shouldn't have died here. He was so young. It had been exactly what Dean had been hoping to avoid the entire time.

"You two can leave." Lovino said, gruffly. "I don't need to be coddled."

"Lovino…" Sam started to protest.

"No." he said, looking away from the man towering over him. "Please, I want to be alone."

Sam nodded and started walking off towards the Impala. Dean hesitated, watching the boy standing beside his brother's pyre.

"You were right, you know." Lovino suddenly said. "I do regret some of the things I said to him. I should have listened to you. It's really not your fault."

"What do you mean?" the older man asked.

"He never wanted this life." Lovino said, looking down at the dirt on the ground. "I'm the one who dragged him into it. I always wanted Grandpa to be proud of me, to look at me the same way he did Feli. He was always saying how I should be more like my brother. Do you know what that's like? Being compared to your younger brother? When he died, I promised myself to make him proud of me by following in his footsteps. But, what would he think now? I got Feliciano killed because of my stubborn pride."

"I'm sure he really was proud of you." Dean said, not really knowing what else to say.

"Sure… I don't really doubt he loved me, but sometimes I can't help but wonder."

Lovino looked up, meeting Dean's eyes with his own. Dean could see the moisture glistening on his lenses in the fading light. "I'm so sorry." the man said. "I wish I could rewind it all and make everything better again."

"So do I. But the world doesn't work that way."

"That's a hard lesson to learn."

"It's kind of sad that we both already know it."

Dean nodded, starting to back towards his car. Lovino looked back toward his brother's burning body, signaling the end of the conversation. Dean turned and slipped into the driver's seat of the Impala. He looked over at Sam, who was waiting on him to say something.

"I think the kid will be alright." he said in answer to his brother's questioning gaze.

"I hope you're right, Dean." He pulled away from the heart breaking scene and started off down the road. "Wait!" Sam looked back out the back windshield. "We can't just leave him here."

"He need to be alone." Dean said. "If anyone could understand that, it's us."

"But, what's going to happen to him?"

"Who knows?" Dean shrugged, smiling sadly. "But what happens to any of us? Eventually we'll all die. Maybe we'll run into him again. Maybe he'll retire. We can't run his life, no matter how young he is. I think this is for the best. And it's what he wants. He had nobody left, Sammy boy. To him, it's already over."

"But we can't just leave him like that. There has to be something we can do for him." Sam looked at his brother, eyes wide with worry.

Dean simply shook his head. "It's best if we just leave him alone."

Sam leaned back in his seat, sighing in defeat.

Dean looked around in the back seat, then looked over at his brother. "What happened to Cas?"

Sam shrugged. "Didn't he come with us when we left the house?"

"No…" Dean frowned. "He wouldn't have just disappeared after all of that, would he?"

"Who knows, Dean?" Sam rested his head back. "It's been a long day. I'm going to sleep."

Dean nodded, wondering slightly where the angel had gone, before focusing back on the road and trying to wipe his mind of the day's events.

Reviews? Not the best chapter in my opinion but tell me what you think. There's probably going to be one to two more chapters. Either way, the story is winding down.