the phone call
For anyone who is just tuning in, go back and read "The Seventy-Fourth Annual Hunger Games" because if you don't, you will be so lost while reading this.
Enjoy!
He stared at the television, watching. Watching and waiting.
Meg's hand delved into the bowl, trembling and frightened. He couldn't remember ever seeing her like this before.
Her hand pulled a name. She held it up to the light. Her eyes darted over the small piece of paper, looking like a fearful zebra cornered by the lions.
"Our District 12 Tributes, Rebecca Login and Val Tilner!"
It was then when he allowed himself to breathe again.
It hurt even more to breathe.
The cameras darted over the audience, taking in their reactions. Well, they weren't really an audience. They were more like prisoners.
He saw his brother, standing in the back with the rest of the eighteen year old boys. He had really shot up in the past few years, towering over the rest of the boys with his six foot tall frame. His dark hair was longer with bangs that flopped over his forehead. Of course, his eyes were still those knee weakening puppy dog eyes.
Azazel had kept his word.
Sam was safe.
And that was all that mattered.
. . .
"Ladies and gentlemen! May I give you the Victor of the Eightieth Annual Hunger Games, District 4's Cale Evvert!"
He slumped tiredly against the wall, his eyes finally leaving the monitors. He could feel Bobby's gaze on him and chose to ignore it.
He couldn't. He just couldn't.
It had been six years since his win. Six long years. And each year, he had mentored two tributes along with Bobby and Jo, and watched them die. Some had died immediately in the bloodbath and some had been smart and escaped into the woods, only to be taken down by disease or starvation.
He had hoped...
Azazel had succeeded.
The tiger was too tired to roar anymore.
With every passing year, he could feel another piece of himself starting to break away. With each year, he started to care less and less.
The first touch of the bottle to his lips had felt so foreign. The last thing he had wanted was to become like Bobby, so strung out on alcohol that he couldn't see straight.
But after that first Games, it did work. It dulled the pain and the anguish.
And that was how it went from then on.
. . .
The blonde had grown into a beautiful young woman. He still remembered her as that gangly sixteen year old from the arena but now, she was a beauty.
And he never spoke to her unless he had too. Most of the mentoring went between him and Bobby, Jo and Bobby.
He wouldn't speak to her. He couldn't. He couldn't bear to see the disappointment in her eyes.
. . .
It was nearly a month after the 80th Hunger Games had come to an end when Sam got the call.
The phone rang early, pulling Sam out of his early morning doze. He sighed tiredly, pulling himself out of bed, knowing that his father wasn't going to even hear it, let alone get up and answer it.
"Hello?"
"Hello, is this Sam Winchester?"
"Yes, it is. Who's calling?"
"Mr. Winchester, my name is Angus Crowley, personal aide to President Azazel. You are invited to the Capitol to come and escort your brother, Dean Winchester back to District 12. There will be a car for you tomorrow morning. You and your brother's mentor Robert Singer will be brought in to the mountains on a tribute train. Once there, you will be greeted by me and then you will be brought to your brother. He is free to go."
Dean? Free to go? What the hell-?
"Wait a minute! What are you talking about-?" But he was talking to a dial tone.
Sam stared at the phone still clenched in his hand for several minutes before he returned it to it's cradle. He reached out and snatched his thick down coat off of the rack, slipping it on and shoving his feet into Dean's old hunting boots. He stopped at the door, taking a deep breath before running out and down the crosswalk in the Victor's Village, heading for a certain house that was inhabited by a certain drunk.
Okay, I think this is the crappiest prologue ever. There are so many holes, so many questions and it can drive a person crazy. And that's why I love it. I know, I am just a horrible person when it comes to cliffhangers.
There is going to be a lot of lead in for everything that has happened in the six years that Dean has been kept prisoner at the Capitol. Sam is going to be learning a lot, especially when he gets to the Capitol to pick him up. I left this chapter so open-ended so you can make your own assumptions about what happened. But I do assure you, all of these questions will be answered in the upcoming chapters.
One more thing before I finally shut up, more characters from the show will be showing up, taking the places of characters in the books. I introduced Crowley here but I know he doesn't take the place of any character of the books.
Next chapter- finally, some Bobby/Sam scenes! And finally, Dean and Sam's reunion! P.S. Little teaser...there's gonna be a wedding soon! Can you guess between who?
Reviews are much appreciated, my lovelies!