I Volunteer

by maggalina

Dean is now 19 and is no longer eligible to be reaped for the Hunger Games. While that may sound good in theory that leaves him and Sammy without the yearly tesserae. Dean doesn't want to work in the mines for fear he would leave Sammy alone and John is off somewhere looking for some District Thirteen. What can the Winchesters possibly do?

"Sammy don't you dare take any of that damn tesserae. You know it is bullshit."

"How else do you plan on making it through the year? You're nineteen now, Dean, not to mentioned Dad's disappeared again. With him gone you won't risk a job in the mines now after what happened. No one around here even remembers Mom, maybe Greasy Sue does, but that's a big maybe. If I don't take it we're going to starve, Dean. I'm 15 and I've never taken it before. That's four ballots for age and three ballots for family, I'm not going to be reaped with seven ballots, think of how many that Hawthorne kid has and he's still alive."

"Shut up, Sammy. You forgetting about that twelve year old a couple years ago? She had one. The odds are never in our favour so try not to make them worse. You aren't taking it."

"You aren't in charge of me, Dean! I already took it so you can just shut up."

"You took it? You actually took it? Without asking me? GODDAMMIT, Sammy! How could you? If they call your name, Sammy, God be damned if they call your name. How could you do this to me? To yourself? What is Dad gunna say when he gets back? Did you think this through, Sammy? Or did you just go ahead and sell you soul to the Devil for a loaf of bread?"

"If I sold my soul to the Devil, Dean, It wasn't for a loaf of bread, it was for you."