Supernatural x The Hunger Games. This is my first crossover so bare with me and don't worry the chapters will be longer after this one and the ball has started rolling. No character belong to me, they are owned by either Kripke or Suzanne Collins.

"Dean, Dean. C'mon! Wake up, were going to be late if you don't get up soon!" Dean feels the sharp and rough tugging of his brother at his arm and moans in response, his eyes flickering open as he swings his legs out of bed. He groggily turns to look at his brother Sam, then sighs as it registers to him that today is the day of the reaping. He can see the fear in Sam's eyes, shining out from the bright green pools that are almost identical to his own.

"I'm up, I'm up!" Dean replies,rubbing his eyes.

Sam Winchester, otherwise known as Sammy to his brother Dean, was the youngest of the two Winchester boys. He had scruffy brown hair and bright green eyes, he was the only person in the world Dean truley loved. He was only 6 months old when there mother died from Pneumonia and it became Dean's responsibility to look after him, Dean however never saw it as a burden, in all honesty he probably wouldn't have gotten past his mothers death without Sammy.

District 11 was one of the poorest districts in the country and the majority of the population had to live each day as if it was there last because in reality it very well could be. It wasn't uncommon for diseases like pneumonia to kill people within the district on a regular basis because they were not equipped to deal with it and after their mothers death, their father slumped into a deep depression.

Death was so common in district 11 that after a few days everyone just expected you to go back to your normal life. John Winchester didn't. He didn't go to work, he didn't move from his seat, he didn't take Dean hunting outside the district anymore, he became almost like a statue, cold and lifeless.

Before their mother's death, every week John would take Dean into the woods with his own hand made bow and arrows and hunt animals for their dinner, it was illegal to do so but they were so desperate for food and the district had mostly relaxed rules when the capitol were not involved. After their mothers death not only was is a struggle to get enough food, but also to get his father to eat everyday.

He did nothing but wallow in self pity for 5 years before he finally walked out of the house for the first time. He never returned. Sam and Dean still don't know what happened to him. He was all the whispers talked about for weeks and most people in the district came to the same conclusion, suspecting that he died a long time ago, everyone except for Dean, he believes his father is still out there somewhere, and he can't give up on him when there's the smallest string of hope no matter what he's done. Dean doesn't blame his father, he's just so grateful for the hunting lessons at least, they're the only things that have kept the boys from starvation for all these years, he just wishes his dad was strong enough to have been there for his sons when they needed him the most.

Today was one of the worst days of the year for all residents of district 11, the reaping.

The word tribute is basically another word for death, and this year Dean has reason to be anxious, it's Sam's first year to be entered into the reaping bowl and he tries to hide it but Dean knows Sam is petrified. He knows how unlikely it is that Sam's name will get picked. He's only in once, as for Dean, his name is in there five times.

Both boys dress in their finest outfits, they can't give people in the capitol the impression that life in the districts is deadly, heaven forbid, however Sam's suit is obviously far too big, the arms far surpassing his hands, whilst Deans has the opposite problem, his trouser legs are nearly half way up his calves. The people in the capitol won't notice though, they never do unless it's shoved right into their faces, and even if they do notice they just ignore it, not wanting to acknowledge what awful conditions the capitol are thrusting upon the districts.

They make their way to the town square, walking together in an eerie silence that's always in the air on this date, the birds are quiet, no chirpping today. The only sound they can hear is the thump of their shoes across the pavement. All children are to separate into two groups, males and females and await the selection. One boy and one girl from each district would be randomly selected from the reaping to compete in the hunger games, a game of almost certain death for anyone involved. 24 contestants would enter the arena and fight each other to the death, only one contestant would survive, no massive cash prize, your prize was that you got to carry on living a normal life, if you didn't go insane with the thought of all the innocent life's you've killed first.

As Sam and Dean enter the town square they are forced to separate, the older children at the front, the youngest at the back.

"You'll be fine" Dean says, giving Sam a reassuring hug before watching him as he walks slowly to the back, to his place. Once Sam is in place he turns his attention infront of himself. There is a large stage with two gaping balls stood at the front, like every year in which the tributes anmes are picked from. The bell rings on the centre of the stage shortly afterwards, indicating district 10 has finished its selection and its district 11's turn. Cameras on the rooftops of every shop in the square focus in on the stage and the hushed words between the few who dare speak immediately cut out so it's quiet enough to hear a pin drop as Richard Roman, the town mayor clambers onto the stage.

Richard Roman, a slightly overweight and largely, bigheaded moron was unfortunately in charge of the majority of business that went on in District 11. He was one of the few people that didn't live life day to day fighting to stay alive for the next one and generally he didn't care that everyone around him did. His voice was coarse and his fingers were like little sausages, he made Dean's skin crawl.

He clambers onto the stage, taking his place at the centre. He gets straight to the point.

"Welcome boys and girl to the reaping for the 72nd Hunger games! Let's get stared shall we, Ladies first!" he slurs out to the audience, pushing his meaty hand into the cup labelled 'female', shovelling his hands around the bowl before grabbing a small folded piece of paper and unfolding it slowly.

He takes a breath before bellowing the name "Madison Carter!" cheerfully.

It makes Dean sick to his stomach, how could anyone be happy about this? Dean knows Madison, she's only 12, she and Sam are good friends. He searches the crowd for Sams face; he knows he'll be torn up on the inside even if he isn't showing it on the outside. All he can do is give him a reassuring smile, he's tries his best to convey that everything will be okay as Sams glistening eyes met Deans. It's hard though.

Madison shakily makes her way through the crowd and onto the stage, taking her place. She's petrified and everyone can see it, her eyes are darting all over the place like an animal about to get slaughtered, helpless and afraid. The crowd murmur amongst themselves unhappily, in the same way they do whenever someone as young as her gets chosen, it's not fair, but of course no one offers to take her place.

"Well the fun isn't over yet everyone, we've still got a male tribute to pick, let's get to it shall we?!" Roman bellows to no reply.

Dean wants nothing more than the name on the paper to be Richard Roman, that son of a bitch wouldn't be too happy over the reaping if his name was a possibility in the ball, but of course it won't be, he's far too old to be entered any more. This time he takes out the very first piece of paper he touches and smoothes it out.

"Sam Winchester!"

Thoughts?