A/N: Sorry about the delay, I have recently acquired a new computer. And for some reason, had no writing programs on it at all. Well I fiddled with it and downloaded the free version of Microsoft Word and then began working on this chapter. I really love all of you, with your awesome reviews. It really keeps me motivated to keep writing. :D

Thank you guys so much for your patience, and I hope you enjoy this new chapter.

Dean, America, Japan and Sam were all on stake-out. They were all sitting behind a bush in front of Russia's house and America was on his knees leaning up over the bush with a pair of binoculars in hand. Dean was sulking behind him, pouting because he had been denied binocular duty and also had been replaced as leader of the group early on in the trip because he apparently was "too much of a pansy" for the job. He just didn't like planes!

Sam was sat next to America, and whispering things to Japan who was on his other side. Japan would sometimes smile, or he would take on a thoughtful frown and whisper something back to Sam who would either snort or smirk. Next to them sat their bag full of supplies, consisting mostly of sutras, swords holy water and salt. Japan said they really only needed the sutras, but Dean was not convinced.

They all jumped an inch off the ground when America made an excited noise. "What'd you find?" Sam asked America, leaning slightly up to peer over the bush. Dean followed suit with Japan and soon there were four pairs of eyes peeking up over the green leaves of the bush.

Two people were standing at Russia's door, a tall man, with short, military cut blonde hair and a shorter man with wavy red-brown hair with a peculiar curl coming off the side of his hairdo. They both stood straight, almost at attention in front of the door while they waited for it to open.

"It's Germany and Italy! What're they planning?" America whispered as loud as he could. Japan's eyes narrowed slightly and a worried frown took place of his usually calm features.

"Italy is acting strangely." Japan commented. Dean and Sam looked over at him, but America brushed him off.

"Nah! He always acts like that! He's even a little grumpy sometimes!" Japan palmed his face.

"I think you are thinking of Romano. That is Veneziano." Japan said, pointing to the figure next to the blonde.

"Dude! How can you tell? They look the same!" America said, waving his binoculars exasperatedly.

"They are very different." Was all Japan remarked before Sam cut in.

"He is acting very different." He said, making Dean give him the "What the heck" look. "He's normally singing and dancing and eating and surrendering."

"Okay… Why does this matter?" Dean asked, irritated that everyone was in the loop but him.

"Well, it's too soon to tell. But maybe… No.. That doesn't make any sense." Sam remarked.

"What?" Dean demanded irritably.

"Well, demonic possession?" Sam pondered half to himself. "But he might just not feel well today…"

"Cas says it's possible though." Dean reasoned. "Better be safe than sorry." And with those words, they all readied for attack.

"My friend! You have more bruises than the last time I saw you." Russia remarked to Castiel as he walked into the room. Castiel was on the floor, blearily blinking up at Russia, concentrating on healing his recently acquired black eye. "Have you been playing with Belarus?" Russia asked, looking slightly guilty.

"She is rather jealous of me." Castiel remarked bitterly. "Could you please allow me to leave now?" Castiel asked, and immediately regretted it when the trademark sickly sweet smile slid its way onto Russia's face.

"But why would I do that? You are my friend now! And you will stay with me forever." Russia said, his tone was like his smile, sweet, but with underlying malice. "Besides, why would you want to leave?"

Castiel answered the question. "I get beat up less when I am not here." He said.

"Belarus won't be here forever. Only for a little bit." Russia leaned in close to Castiel and whispered in his ear. "I don't like when Belarus is here, she breaks things and follows me around." He paused and leaned in closer. "I think she has watched me in the shower before." He said this with a shiver and Castiel could sympathize.

"If you do not let me go, my other friends will come here." Castiel informed more than threatened. "They tend to get destructive."

Russia smiled. "The more the merrier, da? And they could not be more destructive than Belarus." He said, and Castiel had to agree with the second half of the sentence.

They were silent for a long time after that. They just stared at each other for a while until Russia was called away by a knock on the door. Castiel could vaguely hear Russia greet his guests. He tried to catch names, but then he could hear a loud, familiar battle cry from the front lawn. "Dean!" He called from his spot on the floor and struggled to get up.

"GET READY TO BE EXORCISED!" Dean shouted, brandishing a jug of holy water, Japan was behind him with a sutra, preparing to throw it at Italy. Italy spun to face them, and instead of the trademark black eyes of a demon, his eyes were tear filled, Japan hesitated, unlike Dean who proceeded to throw the entire jug onto Italy, who then collapsed onto the floor producing a white flag out of seemingly nowhere and waving it Dean's face.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Don't kill me!" Italy begged, and Germany stared at him in what seemed to be embarrassment. Italy continued babbling things about being a virgin and being related to Dean's distant cousin or something.

"Dude, woah. Calm down." Dean says, feeling slightly guilty as Italy groveled at his feet. "We thought you were something you weren't…" Russia, who had been standing at the door the entire time, interrupts him.

"Can I help you?" He asks and gets varying responses. Italy was attempting to crawl in between a tall, stunned man's legs to get to Japan, while Germany watched with a mix of disgust and embarrassment. The loud man who threw a bunch of water of Italy was staring at his empty jug guiltily and America was just staring at him, slightly frozen. The loud man sobers up first. His eyebrows furrow in determination as if preparing to fight rather than talk.

"I'm Dean, and I'm here for Cas."

TBC... (I'm probably going to finish this up in next chapter or the one after. Just to let you know, but I have lots of other stories in the works. Including some stories I'm planning to write for my other obsesion, Sherlock. So be on the look out!)