New chapter for all you loyal readers out there. Thanks for sticking to this terrible story. Y'all are awesome. Anyway, this chapter has a little bit of everything. Action. Shippyness. Feels. It's a roller coaster ride, so buckle in. Enjoy! I don't own Supernatural or Hetalia and never will.

"Shit."

Lovino looked up at the speaker, Sam, who had been watching the body closely for the past several minutes. The Italian had zoned out, sitting on the floor with Antonio. Now, however, his eyes drifted over to find the body was awake, eyes glowing yellow. He shot to his feet, grabbing the gun he had safely tucked away in his jacket. "Antonio, you should probably get the hell out of here, right now."

The Spaniard was now standing, staring at the body with an unhidden sort of terror in his eyes. However, he came up to stand beside Lovino and shook his head. "No, I'm staying right here. To help."

The body jerked at the ropes tying it down, then let out a horrible screech that made everyone in the room grab their ears in pain. The sound was unnatural, unlike anything any of them had ever heard before. Sam backed away swiftly, grabbing a rifle Dean had left there off the table behind him. Another screech from the body, sent him back another few steps before aiming the gun at it, ready for the slightest indication that he should fire.

However, the ropes could no longer hold the thrashing body and they snapped in half, freeing the creature. Lovino flinched when Sam fired a shot from the rifle, hitting the body in the head. It didn't even faze him. Swinging its legs over the side of the table, the body then stood, glaring straight at Sam. Lovino looked into the chest cavity, realizing the heart was beating, not to pump blood, but an empty beating like the heart in the box that the mortician had shown him. The bullet lodged in its brain had no impact at all. With surprising speed, it ran at Sam, knocking the gun from his hand and throwing him back onto the table. His hands clamped around his neck, beginning to strangle the man.

Lovino heard a shout from Dean, but didn't let the words register. Instead, he fired a shot, sending the bullet straight into the creature's head. Its hands went limp around Sam's neck, allowing him to gasp in some much needed oxygen. Slowly, it turned its glowing eyes on Lovino, who didn't wait to fire another shot straight into its forehead. Still, the bullets didn't seem to faze the creature in the slightest.

Letting go of Sam, it quickly ran at Lovino, but Antonio, stepped in its way, burying a knife deep into its chest. The creature looked down at the knife before slowly pulling it out and throwing it across the room to embed deep within the wall. Then, it grabbed Antonio and slung him across the room as well. Letting out another loud screech, it lifted Lovino up by the throat, holding him several inches above the ground. Kicking his feet, he tried to claw at the bodies arm, feeling it clamp down on his trachea. Unable to breath, he made one last desperate bid to take it out. Swinging his leg up, he connected the toe of his boot into the still open chest cavity.

This finally had an effect on the body, sending it into a rage. It threw Lovino back into the wall, screaming at him. The scream was different this time, more pained instead angered. Lovino hit the wall, letting out his own shriek of pain, and slid down to the floor. The air was knocked out of him, leaving his back and chest sending out waves of pain.

Suddenly, Dean blindsided the body, slashing at it with the hunting knife. The body lashed out, hitting him and causing him to fall back for a moment. However, he forced himself to his feet and attacked again, slicing into the bodies arms. This didn't seem to dissuade it at all, but he continued to fight him.

Lovino sat up, wincing in pain. "D-dean…" he forced out, a bit of blood leaking from the corner of his mouth. "The heart…go for the heart…"

Dean didn't appear to hear him, but Sam, who had stood off the table and run over to him did. He turned and ran at the body, yelling "Go for the heart, Dean! The heart!" He grabbed the body around the waist, pinning its arms as well. It flailed in his arms, screaming loudly. His brother got the message and stabbed the knife into the bodies heart, making it scream out in tortured pain. Then, it went limp in Sam's arms, the flailing and screaming fading into nothing. All color drained from the body and the heart stopped its ghostly beating.

Sam dropped the body, letting it fall to the white tiles. "You okay, man?" Dean asked, gaining his attention.

"Yeah." Sam nodded, rubbing his throat. "I'm fine." He quickly walked back over to Lovino with Dean close behind him. "What about you? Are you alright?"

"Do I-" A fit of coughing interrupted his sarcastic remark. He coughed into his hand, painting his palm red with blood. "Do I look alright?" He sighed, forcing himself up and wrapping his arm around his middle. "Where's Antonio?"

Dean, struck with the realization that their Spanish companion wasn't with them, turned to look for him. Across the room, Antonio was curled up, seemingly knocked out. Dean went to him, shaking him until his bright green eyes opened and looked up at the older man. "What…?" he asked, looking around. There was a cut above his eye that was starting to leak blood. He wiped it away, then quickly sat up. "Where's Lovi?"

"Whoa, calm down." Dean said, steadying the shaky man. "Let me help you." Dean stood and helped the other to his feet as well, letting him lean on him. The taller, stronger man dragged Antonio back over to where Sam was kneeling beside Lovinio who was still trying to steady his breathing and stop the awful hacking coming from his injured lungs.

Antonio pulled away and dropped down beside him, cupping his face in his hands. "Lovi are you okay? What hurts?"

"Get your hands off of me, idiota. I'm fine." He pushed him away, then immediately started coughing again. He doubled over, face twisting in obvious pain.

The Spanish man looked at the other hunters, worry in his eyes. "Please, help him."

"What do you expect us to do?" Dean asked, looking at the small Italian that was coughing his lungs out. "He doesn't look good, does he?" He looked at Sam who was frowning at the ground.

"It's possible he broke a rib. Punctured a lung. Is internally bleeding out."

"No." Antonio begged, slipping into his native tounge. "Por favor, hay que ayudarlo. Por Favor."

The Winchesters just stared at the two, Antonio who was staring at them with desperation and tears in his eyes, Lovino who was so obviously in pain with nothing they could do. Sam turned his eyes to Dean, gulping a bit. "Try and get Cas here," he said. "He might be able to heal him."

Dean nodded, then looked up, closing his eyes. "Cas, we need you, buddy. Lovino's hurt, he might not be okay. Can you please come back? Help him?" The four waited for a minute, but the angel didn't appear. Antonio was giving Dean a very strange look, Sam realizing that he didn't know about Cas being an angel. Dean stood up, lashing out, knocking everything off the table nearby. "Please! Cas! We need you. He needs you. You promised me. You said you'd always come when I called." He stopped, grimacing, almost like he was holding back tears. When he opened his eyes, finally, he was staring into the bright blue ones of the angel he was trying desperately to reach.

"I will always come when you call, Dean." the angel whispered, a fire burning behind his eyes. He reached over, placing a hand on the hunter's shoulder. He left it there for a moment, then pulled it away and brushed past the man.

Antonio stood, looking at him with awe. "You're…"

"An angel." Castiel answered his question, then reached out and touched the wound on his head, healing it completely. "Do not be afraid."

The Spaniard sunk back to the ground beside Lovi, reaching up and rubbing his forehead in awe. Cas leaned down, placing his hand on the small Italian's forehead. Lovino looked up at him, more confused than anything else, before he realized the pain was fading. With a sigh, he sat up, relief flooding him. The angel removed his hand, smiling gently. He then, turned to Sam. "Are you injured at all?" Sam shook his head in response, then let the angel pass him to walk back to his brother.

Lovino stood, Antonio quickly following his lead, breathing in deeply. "Hey, angel!" Cas looked back at him, cocking his head to the side in confusion. "Thank you." He nodded to him, then turned back to his friend. Antonio smiled, relieved and pulled him into a hug.

"Oh thank God, Lovi. I thought you were gone for sure." Lovino didn't protest to the hug, or the nickname, just letting the other hold him close. Slowly his arms rose to wrap around his companion as well.

"I… Yeah. Same to you, idiota," the small Italian whispered. Eventually, he pulled away, and walked over to the dead body, the creature that had attacked them. Antonio followed him, watching as he knelt down and pulled the knife out of its heart.

"Hey," Sam said, catching his attention. "How'd you know about that heart thing? Without that, we might all be dead right now."

"When we first got here, the mortician showed us something…horrible. The heart of the last body had been removed from the body before it got up and decided to go chop everyone up unto pieces. But the heart, in the box, it was beating. As if it was the life force behind it, but it wasn't actually attached. I don't know." Lovino took another deep breath, looking up at Sam. "So, when I looked in its chest, I saw that the heart was beating in there, too. I don't know. It was just a hunch."

"A pretty damn brilliant one," Sam said, raising his eyebrows and obviously impressed.

"You need to get back to your motel," Castiel said. "We can talk there. I have my own ideas about what's going on here. I'll meet you all there." He gave one last lingering look to Dean before disappearing, leaving the four men standing alone.

"Well, I guess we should head back. Cas'll be waiting on us." Sam said, looking around at the trashed room. "We can come back and explain all this to the morgue employees tomorrow. I don't think they'll be too angry since we…stopped the killing, at least for the night."

"Yeah, let's get out of here," Lovino said. He reached back and grabbed Antonio's arm and pulled him from the room, leaving Dean and Sam alone. As he pulled him down the hallway, the Spaniard started to protest, pulling his arm away.

"Lovi," he said, waiting for the other to turn back. "Lovino… You still look shaken up. Are you okay?"

"Of course I am," Lovino said, fixing the other with a glare. "And…that's not my damn name." He turned again, freezing, eyes widening. At the end of the hallway, his brother stood staring back at him. "No. Not possible…" he whispered, stumbling back against Antonio, who wrapped his arms around him to keep him from falling.

"Lovi…" the specter said, voice whispy and quiet as if speaking from the back of a wind tunnel. "Don't hurt yourself anymore. It's not worth it. You need to-"

He disappeared suddenly, as suddenly as he had appeared. Dean and Sam ran up, staring at the other two, confused. "What's with him?" Dean asked, clearly speaking to Antonio about the paralyze Italian in his arms.

"I don't know…" Antonio said, voice shaking nervously. "He started talking to himself, he just freaked out…" He helped him straighten up, then turned the other around. "Lovi, snap out of it. What'd you see?"

"Nothing…" Lovino muttered, looking down at the ground. "I… Let's just get to the hotel, alright?" He turned on his heel and stamped off, tears starting to leak from his eyes. He wiped them away, bursting out of the doors and running to his car. He reached into his pocket for the keys before realizing that Sam still had them from his trek with Antonio earlier that day. Instead, the young hunter leaned forward and rested his head on the car, starting to sob quietly.

Antonio stood at the door, peering through the glass at Lovino with a sad look in his usually bright eyes. The Winchester's came to stand behind him, watching the depressing scene as well. Lovino balled his hand into a fist and hit the window of the car lightly, body shaking with sobs. He opened his eyes, and through the tears saw his reflection in the glass morph into his brother's face.

"No…" he whispered, backing away from the car. "Just leave me alone…"

"Lovi…" the whispery voice said, before the image disappeared.

"You've got to do something to help him," Sam said, placing a hand on Antonio's shoulders. "Look at him, he's out there, talking to himself, seeing things. You might be the only one who can do anything about it."

Antonio watched as Lovino turned away from his car and wiped the tears from his eyes, only to have them replaced by more as sobs kept bubbling up from inside him. The Spanish man felt himself overcome by a feeling of dread as he watched what he believed to be Lovino's spiral downwards into depression and possibly insanity.

"I know, I have to help him," he said, leaning his forehead against the glass. "I just have no idea how."

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