New chapter, yay! So, I'm updating pretty fast to make up for the gruesome amount of time I made y'all wait last time. I hope this chapter makes up for it, cause I worked so hard on it. I think this is the best chapter of this story yet cause it really explores some of Antonio's thoughts and feelings as well as Sam who I think I've neglected a little bit both in this one and in Sam, Dean, and Two Crazy Italians. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this. Remember, I don't own Hetalia or Supernatural and never will.

The house seemed to have a permanent draft that blew throughout the rooms and hallways. It was dark, even with the morning sun shining bright outside. The two hunters stood in the living room, looking at the brutal scene. Bloodstains on the carpet and walls, hack marks in the wood where an ax had chopped into it. There was obviously a bloodbath there very recently.

Sam held up a photo taken of the crime scene. In it, a woman sat in the rocking chair in the corner, her head nearly chopped off and her right arm lying beside her, completely separated from her body. In the corner, a young girl, the daughter, lied on the green carpet in a pool of blood. Her brother lie nearby, throat slit.

Antonio looked away from it, holding out his hand. "Put that away, alright? I don't need to see that again…" He sighed, as Sam slipped the gruesome photo back into his jacket pocket. "So, we know exactly what the…body's capable of… What now? We gotta find it."

"Well," Sam said, running his hand through his thick hair. "This house isn't far from those nearby woods. It wouldn't be that far of a leap to think it might have run off and be hiding out there somewhere. The police didn't mount a search, according to the file I got. It seems everyone here is too shaken up by the whole situation to do anything useful about it."

"Well, what exactly do you expect them to do?" Antonio asked, looking up at his taller companion. "They aren't hunters like us. They wouldn't know what to do. It'd just end in more people being hurt."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I think we should go out the back door and straight into the woods. If we're lucky, then there'll be some kind of hint as to where the body got off too. Like footprints, or a trail, or something."

"And if there isn't?"

"Well, we'll just have to improvise from there, I guess." Sam sighed, then clapped the other on the back. "Come on. We need to get going. Hopefully, we can locate the thing before it gets dark."

"It's only morning now…"

"Yeah, but with it being gone for nearly a day and seeing how thick those woods are, we could be looking for it for a good bit of time." Sam sighed, then started walking through the house. Antonio followed close behind him.

The Spaniard could tell the hunter was very experienced, even more so than Lovino. The way he carried himself proved just how comfortable he was on a hunt. Lovino was always confidant, but there was a soft side to him, a bit of doubt that seemed to taint everything he did. Antonio had seen it in whatever decisions he had made in their time together. He seemed always concerned, especially when the safety of others was at stake.

The two hunters exited the house, walking the short distance to the tall, wooden fence that separated the tame backyard from the wild forest. There wasn't a gate or anything connecting the two sides.

"Maybe I'm wrong," Sam said, looking the structure over carefully. "I don't think it came this way. Which means it would still be in town somewhere…"

Antonio looked at the fence as well, his eyes catching a slight discoloration near the top a few feet away. Jogging over to it, he realized that it was a streak of blood along the dark wood. "Hey, uh, Sam… I think it might have climbed it. Take a look at this."

Sam joined him, then nodded in agreement. "You're right. Hey, that was pretty good. I didn't even notice that. I'm glad you're here."

"Just doing my job," Antonio said, smiling brightly. Then, he quickly grabbed the top of the fence and boosted himself over it. He landed on his back with a thud on the other side, the air knocked from his lungs. Sam landed beside him, easily.

"You alright there, buddy?"

"Yeah, fine…" the Spanish man lied, shoving himself to his feet. This reminded him of a similar occurrence from last week. He had thrown himself over a gate to chase down a vampire and damn near broke a rib. If Lovino hadn't been there, the vamp would have clamped down on his neck. Lovi hadn't been so kind about it, though. The entire way back from the hunt he'd scolded him, telling him to be more careful. Maybe Lovino really did care about him.

Sam waited, letting the other compose himself before they started their trek into the tree line. Sam was quickly to realize there was a light trail of dried blood leading deeper into the trees. With their hopes high that this might lead them to the body, the two followed it. However, soon it faded until it was no longer guiding them. With the hot afternoon sun blazing down on them, they realized they had no further clues to follow.

"Should we keep going," Antonio asked, leaning back against a tree. "I mean, we've been walking for hours and haven't found anything yet, and we don't even have a trail to follow. It'd be really easy to get hopelessly lost out here."

"You're right," Sam nodded, brushing the hair out of his face. "Still, we could be getting close to something. We know we're going in the right direction. If we keep heading straight, we could find it soon."

"Or, we could get turned around and have no clue where we are. And honestly, I'm not too excited to be out here at night wandering through the woods while that thing is on the loose out here somewhere."

With a sigh, Sam nodded in agreement, then threw his hands up. "Okay, let's keep walking a little farther, and if we don't see anything by…five o' clock, we'll head back and pick it up tomorrow."

"Okay, I can go along with that plan."

The two took off again, pressing deeper into the woods. Every sound from the wind rustling the leaves to woodland creatures scurrying about left the two men on high alert. Antonio could feel his nervousness rising, and Sam could sense it in his companion.

"So," Sam said, trying to alieve the tension he felt. "Are you and Lovino like a…couple?"

The Spaniard looked to his larger compadre with a bit of surprise lacing his features. "No…do you really think Lovino would ever go for someone like me? No, I don't think he's even gay."

"Oh. Sorry for assuming that, then." Sam peered around a tree, sighing when he saw nothing but more trees and branches. "But you do care for him, yeah?"

"I guess that's fairly obvious. I wish that he could care for me in the same way, but I don't think that's possible. I don't think Lovi will ever really have a relationship like that. He just seems too, focused on his work, worried about that, you know? He's always talking about hunting and how he wants to take out as many demons and monsters as he can. Do some good in the world. But that doesn't leave him much time for himself. He never talks about himself actually. The only personal thing I know about him is how much he cares about that damn Ferrari, and I don't even really know why that is."

"I can understand why Lovino doesn't want to…open himself up again after what happened to his brother. Still, it's not good to keep it all inside. Especially in this job, you can't let things build up and cause stress. It'll just make you get yourself hurt carrying around a bunch of extra baggage."

"Was that really you and your brother's fault?" Antonio asked, a curious tone in his voice. "After all, Lovi seems to think so."

"Well, yes, but no. I mean, we were on the hunt together and we all made mistakes. But, if you ask me, Feliciano knew exactly what he was doing. He knew in those final moments that he had to die or there would be no way for us to stop that witch. Do I regret what happened?" Sam looked over at him, eyes burning with a passion Antonio had never seen before. "Yeah, I do. Hell, I would give anything to turn back the clock and redo something to change it. But that's not how the world works."

"I guess that's all any of us can do at this point, right?" Antonio said, looking down at his feet sadly. "Wish for the impossible. You keep on wishing that you could undo what's been done, and I'll keep on wishing that I knew how to make Lovino trust me." Looking up at his fellow hunter again, Antonio was suddenly overwhelmed by guilt. He was so selfish, wanting the Italian to open up to him and care for him when the little guy had just been through hell and back. He shouldn't expect anything from him, just be there for him while he needed support.

As he contemplated these thoughts, the Spanish man didn't notice the fallen branch in his path. His foot caught it and he tumbled to the grassy ground, hand sliding across the dirt and scraping on the rocks hidden there. Grumbling he started to sit up, before looking to his right and noticing the horrific sight that they otherwise would have walked right past.

Leaning against the tree was a mutilated body, its chest was ripped open, the organs inside spilled out and lying beside it. The face seemed like it'd been eaten away by some type of animal, which wasn't impossible, and its arm was twisted around unnaturally. Above the grotesque site was a message carved in the tree upon which the corpse was leaning.

"Get out or die!"

Around the message was smeared blood, still drying. This was done recently.

Antonio lifted himself to his feet, and pointed with a shaky hand. Sam joined him, wincing at the horrific scene. "Well," the taller man said, trying to lighten the situation. "At least it won't be killing anyone else anytime soon." Sam looked at Antonio, who seemed very shaken up by the scene. "Hey, you're bleeding. You alright?"

Antonio looked at his hand and, sure enough, red liquid dripped from the fresh cuts there onto the woodland floor. He nodded, dropping his hand to his side and refusing to look at the maimed body. "Yeah, of course. What…what do we do now?"

"I hate to say it, but I think we should just leave it here, call in the local authorities and tell them where it is, once we've figured out the rest of this case. I mean, what are we going to do with it in town? Burn it? I don't want any part of that. Hold on, I'm going to try and call Dean." Sam pulled out his phone, holding it up as high as he could. "Shit. Never mind, I don't have service out here. Let's just go back into town and see if they're still at the morgue. It's not night yet, so maybe that body there hasn't woken up, yet." He slipped the phone back into his pocket.

By the time the two got back to the Ferrari, the sun was sitting low in the sky, a once pretty site turned ominous at the reminder of what the night held in the small town. Sam stamped the gas pedal and thundered down the road, back towards the morgue. He could tell Antonio was still shaken up, but he didn't want to draw attention to it. If it wasn't apparent before, it was obvious now that the man hadn't been hunting long and hadn't seen much in that short time.

As soon as the car pulled up the morgue, both men shot out and ran in the doors, which were thankfully left unlocked by the staff after they had left. Antonio shot down the hallway first, running into the room, almost expecting to see the worst. Instead, he found Lovino lounging boredly in one corner of the room, sitting on the ground with his knees pulled up to his chest. Dean was on the other side, nearer to the body, sharpening a large hunting knife.

"What are you doing here, idiota? You shouldn't be here…" Lovino stood and walked towards his friend, glaring slightly. "It isn't safe here, and you know it. You should go back to the hotel for the night."

"I'm not going to leave you here alone…" Antonio seemed almost hurt by the prospect of abandoning Lovi there. "Besides, don't you think we should all be here to help in case it wakes up and tries to hurt anybody?"

"And that's exactly why I don't want you here…"

Dean watched the two for a moment, then looked over to his brother who had just walked in the room. "Hey, Sammy boy. Can I talk to you for a second over here?" Sam nodded and walked over, looking down at the body on the table. "There's Enochian carved on the ribs."

"Enochian?" Sam asked, not trying to mask his surprise. "Like angel Enochian?"

"Yeah. Cas said it said, "Awaken" or something like that. Not a complex spell or anything. Just one word, over and over again."

"Cas was here?"

"Yeah." Dean gave him a funny look. "Why do you care? I think we have bigger issues than playing find the angel. Why? He talk to you today?"

"Well, just earlier in the car, with both of us," Sam lied, not wanting to trigger any bad reactions in his brother right before they might have to start fighting a reanimated corpse.

Dean scoffed, obviously not believing him and looked over and Lovino and Antonio who were settling into the corner together. The Spaniard took his friend's hand, smiling a bit."

"Hey," Lovino said, pulling his hand away and looking at the blood on it. "You're…bleeding. What happened?" He flipped the other's hand over and looked at the scrapes and cuts. "Well? What the hell happened?"

"Don't worry, Lovi," Antonio said, smiling. "I just fell down. It'll stop bleeding in a couple minutes."

Lovino sighed and looked away, leaning his head on the wall. "That's not my name, bastardo. Would you please stop calling me that?"

"Dean," Sam said, catching his brother's attention. "Don't stare at them like that," he whispered in a hushed tone. "They deserve some privacy, I think."

"Whatever," he muttered, dropping down into a nearby chair. "You keep a watch on that thing for awhile, will you? I need to think up a way to kill the damn thing if it decides to play Dead Man Walking with us, alright?"

Sam found himself focusing on the body lying on the metal slab of a table. He felt a sense of anxiety rise as the sun outside set beyond the horizon. Everyone in the room held their breath, feeling the tension slowly rise making the air thick with apprehension. With his eyes locked on the pale face, Sam fervently wished that it wouldn't wake up. His hopes were dashed however, when the bodies eyes flashed open, glowing an unnatural yellow and turned to focus directly on him.

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