New chapter. Alright guys, this one is action-y. So get ready. I hope you enjoy. I worked extra hard on this one. I don't own Supernatural or Hetalia and never will.

The scenery around him morphed from the roadside motel room to an expansive acre of land surrounded by trees. Stars twinkled over his head, lighting the night sky. Beside him, the angel let his hand slide away from his shoulder and looked toward a cabin a few paces away. Dean studied it, wondering what hidden horrors could be found inside.

"Okay," he said. "Cas, I'm going to need a little background before we run in there. How the hell is this all going to play out."

"That angel," Castiel answered, pulling an angel blade from inside his jacket. "His name is Marut. He was one of God's angels who were endowed with the power to raise the dead. Only a few angels actually know The Awakening spell. However, when God's orders stopped being filtered down to him, he disappeared. I haven't heard a trace of him since. Now, he's here collecting souls for some reason. I can only assume that he's trying to build up a power source. Though his reasons are unclear to be."

"Power source?"

"Yes, the human soul is one of the most powerful and resilient things in God's creation. One can withstand an enormous amount of pressure and damage. If one could find a way to harness the power of souls, they could do damage to even the Heavenly Host. I would wager that is what Marut is trying to do. There should be some sort of vessel for holding the souls. You need to find that. I'll take care of Marut."

"God…" Dean said, shaking his head. "Angels are dicks." Castiel stared at him, a new look coming into his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak but Dean interrupted quickly. "You know I didn't mean you, Cas. You're different than the rest of them."

"Dean," the angel said, shaking his head. "I don't care about that. I just want to make sure you understand something. This is a very dangerous situation. There's a chance one or both of us won't walk out of here alive. I know it's the nature of your job, so you're used to this. But I want to do something before we go in there. Something I've wanted to do for a long time."

Dean held his breath as the angel slowly stepped toward him. His baby blue eyes stared up at him, piercing him like Cupid's arrow. His heart thundered in his chest, as he licked his lips nervously. The two slowly moved toward each other, Dean's head inclining toward the angel. Castiel lifted his hand and placed on the other's chest. Now, only inches apart, Dean let out a shaky breath before leaning in the rest of the way.

Suddenly, a booming voice erupted from inside the cabin. "Castiel! I know you're in there. Why don't you come in and we'll get this started." A bright angelic light shone from the window, nearly blinding the green eyed man. Castiel stepped away from him and pushed him behind him. His arm stretched in front of Dean protectively. All traces of the breathy nervousness dissipated from the man as he stared at the cabin. A low chuckle filled the atmosphere as the door slowly creaked open, inviting them in.

Castiel clenched the angel blade tightly in his hand before slowly walking toward. Dean followed close behind him. As soon as they stepped into the cabin, the door slammed closed and the bright light begin to fade. A man stepped in their view, watching them with what could only be described as humor or enjoyment. He held a small crystalline structure in his hand that flashed brightly every few seconds. It was what he used to hold onto the souls he'd captured.

"Malut," Castiel greeted, watching him closely. "It's been awhile."

"Yes, Castiel, it has been," he said, smiling genuinely. "When was the last time we worked together? Back when the prophets still walked the earth I would say. But, what's a short span of time like that between beings such as ourselves. Still being God's perfect little warrior?"

"I didn't come to catch up with you," Castiel said. "You know why I'm here."

"Oh, this," he said, holding up the structure in his hands. It flashed a light blue in his hand. He looked at it with almost a fatherly gaze. "It's my greatest work, if I do say so myself. But, you didn't come to compliment me on my hard labor, I'm sure." He turned back to Castiel. "Listen, we could just walk away from all this."

"No," Dean said, glaring at him fiercely. "I want my friend's soul back."

The angel looked at him for a moment, not even trying to hold in his hostility. Turning back to Castiel he said, "Control your pet monkey. It's speaking out of turn."

Dean gaped for a moment, but Castiel just shook his head. "It's you who should be mindful of when you speak. And what you speak of. You're talking about God's greatest creations."

"Hairless apes? I don't care. And, if you want my honest opinion, neither does God. If he did care, he wouldn't have disappeared on us. Right? But, it's not like I'm going to convince you, the perfect little soldier. It's almost sad, Castiel. You have so much power and you're wasting it, helping out your little…friend here, if that's what you call it."

"Enough," Castiel said, barking out the word like an order. "Hand over the souls, or this will come to arms."

"I'm not afraid of you Castiel," Malut said, now losing the false politeness. He clenched the crystal in his hand. "I have more power than you do, now. These souls, they've granted me strength beyond what you've ever faced before. If you want to try and take it, go ahead. I'm ready for anything."

Castiel charged, raising the angel blade. He was met an immediate reaction. Malut's arm swung up, fending off the blade. He grabbed the other angel's wrist and twisted until he was forced to drop the blade. Dean quickly ran over and grabbed for it. But some force pushed it away, causing him to stumble and fall at the angel's feet. He was suddenly thrown back against the wall. He winced as he slid down the wall, then struggled to stand again.

"No, Dean, stay back," Castiel screamed desperately.

He didn't listen to the angel. Castiel was thrown away to by the overpowered angel he was fighting. As Dean made a beeline for the blade, he was once again thrown in the wall. This time, his head hit the wall. His ear started ringing as blood started to trickle from it. His vision swam. He looked up just as Malut walked toward him, then his vision went completely black.

The motel room was silent as Antonio and Lovino watched the unmoving body as it lied on the bed, facing away from them. The Spaniard still had a few tears leaking from his eyes, but he looked more tired than emotional now. Sam held the knife in his hand. Knuckles going white because of how tightly he was gripping it.

He watched the body closely, waiting for any signs of movement. It had been at least an hour since his brother and the angel had left, but there still wasn't any movement from the body. And no word from his brother. He knew he shouldn't be worried. Dean was a capable hunter, and he had Cas with him. But there was a negative feeling pooling in the pit of Sam's stomach. Something about everything didn't feel right. He was worried that something would go wrong.

Suddenly, the body twitched. Sam sat up on high alert as Antonio turned his eyes to look over. It moved again, before its head slowly turned to look at the two men. For a moment, the room was so silent you could hear a pin drop. Then the silence was exploded by the body letting out an earthly screech. Antonio shot to his feet, starting to walk over.

Sam saw the ropes binding it snap. He shot forward, pushing Antonio out of the way just as the creature stood up and ran toward them. He raised the knife, planning to implant it deeply into his chest, but froze when he heard Antonio's desperate shrieking. He was begging him not to, tears rolling down his face again. His hesitation proved detrimental as the body grabbed him and threw him across the room. He fell to his knees, knife clattering to the floor beside him. Sam watched as the creature turned on Antonio, letting out another ungodly screech. He pounced on him, knocking them both to the ground. Now, pinning the Spaniard to the ground, the body clearly had the upper hand.

Antonio stared up into the bright, glowing yellow eyes. His fear dissipated around him as he reached up and placed his hand against the other's chest, over his heart which was beating at a frantic pace. Accepting that he was going to die by the hand of the man he loved, he whispered so only he and the body could hear, "I love you, Lovi…"

The body stared at him, face contorted in a malicious scowl. However, for some reason, it didn't attack him. Just continued to stare. It let out another screech, this time a bit quieter and less angry sounding. With teeth bared, it reached out and placed its hands around his neck. Antonio closed his eyes, letting his tears flow freely. The hands gripped his neck, slowly beginning to cut off his oxygen supply.

Sam quickly got up, slowly limping over. He raised the knife again, about to plunge it into the creature's back. However, for some reason he couldn't do it. Not because his mind was divided, but because he literally couldn't move his arm. Some force was holding him back, not letting him finish the job. He looked over his shoulder, feeling a presence there. Seeing what it was made him gasp in air like a fish out of water.

"Sorry, Sam," it said. "I can't let you kill my brother." The knife suddenly shot out of his hand and embedded in the wall in front of him. The spirit, that's what Sam knew it had to be, walked toward him. He felt a weak force push him away, not enough to do anything but move him from the ghost's path. Suddenly, the body was lifted into the air and slammed against the wall in front of it.

"Feliciano," Sam sputtered out, watching the spirit with a bit of confusion. "We burned you…" he whispered, unable to believe that he was actually there.

Antonio suddenly gasped in oxygen, looking up at his savior with confusion. He didn't regonize this person, but at the same time, he did. There was something all too familiar about his features. He sat up, gazing at him with awe before the realization hit him.

"You're Lovino's brother…" he whispered, starting to stand up.

"Uh huh," he answered, suddenly slamming the body into the wall again. It slumped over, having been knocked out once again. He let it slide to the floor. "Tie it up and don't let it get loose again, will ya?" He looked over to Sam, then back to Antonio. "I'd like to stay and chat, but I have something else to take care of right now." Without another word, he vanished.

Sam quickly ran over to tie up the body again, hoping it would actually hold this time. Antonio stood, wiping away his tears, staring at the spot the ghost has occupied mere seconds ago.

Dean's vision flickered back again, as Malut towered over him. He felt himself being lifted up without his permission. He struggled against the angel's power, shouting curses at him. Malut didn't show one ounce of care as he flung the man across the room as easily as a rag doll. Castiel shot at him, trying to ward him of while he reached for the angel blade. Malut easily threw him back as well, walking toward Dean.

"You'd make a nice edition to my collection," he said, holding the other against a wall. "I just need to-"

"No!" Castiel shouted, standing up and running at his fellow angel. "I won't let you hurt him!"

"Give it up, Castiel," Malut said, chuckling darkly. "You can't beat me. You aren't going to join me. So just sit back and enjoy the show." He let Dean slide to the ground, the man weakly trying to stand up again. "Oh, such a persistent ape. Just give up and let me have that precious soul of yours."

"He's not the only persistent one," a third voice entered their conversation. Malut turned around, curiously, then laughed loudly at the appearance of the small spirit. Castiel stared at him in surprise, then looked at the angel blade by his feet.

"This is just sad," Malut said, looking over to Castiel. "You have a ghost coming to your rescue."

"I don't think it's sad," Feliciano said, as the angel blade suddenly begin to float beside him. He looked over as Dean stood up, watching him with wide, green eyes. "I think it's horrible what you've been doing, though. And you stole my brother's soul. I'm here to get it back."

Malut laughed, then watched with a bit of disbelief as the angel blade shot at him. He moved to the side a bit, then laughed again. "You missed, stupid ghost," he said, turning to look at Dean again.

"Oh, did he?" Dean asked, now wielding the blade which Feliciano had dropped directly into his hand. He shoved it forward and buried it deep within the angel's chest. A bright light filled the room as the blade did its job. His vessel fell to the ground. A bright light flashed, making Dean look away and cover his eyes. When the light faded, he looked down and saw the burnt wing marks on the floor of the cabin. He looked over for the rescuer, realizing that Feliciano had disappeared just as quickly as he'd appeared. Looking to Castiel, he saw relief pooling in his blue eyes. Dean reached down and picked up the crystalline structure that Malut had dropped. He threw it to Cas, who caught it easily.

"What now?" the man asked, stepping away from the body.

"Now," Castiel smiled at him slightly, then slammed the structure into the floor. It cracked and suddenly all the souls trapped inside poured out. Dean squinted, looking around at each bright point of light, each a soul belonging to a person with hopes and dreams. They floated in place for a moment, dazzling and spectacular. The angel walked through them, looking at each one for a moment. Finally, he came to one and reached out, plucking it from the air and holding it in his fist. "Now, let's get back and put this where it belongs."

The rest of the souls floated up, through the ceiling. Dean ran out and watched as they all floated into the sky. He watched with fascination, eyes almost glowing. Castiel followed him, watching the beautiful seen. The bright lights floated over the trees, up and up until they could no longer be seen from the ground. The sun began to peak over the horizon, painting the sky a bright red.

"Where are they all going?" Dean asked, still staring into the sky, hoping for one last glance.

"To heaven." Castiel said, placing his free hand on Dean's shoulder. "Where they belong."

Dean looked over, staring into Castiel's eyes for a moment. The angel stared back. Emotion flowed between them, both of their eyes lit up with a new kind of fire. They didn't want to break the perfect scene, but they both knew the job wasn't over. With a bit of hesitation, Castiel transported them from the clearing, leaving the acre of tall grass empty once again.

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