Hello everyone! I am back yet again for another story! This is the one that I wrote with my friend Noura, otherwise known as winchestersangel. It is the Superwholock Hunger Games! I think it's pretty awesome so far, and I can't wait to hear what you think of it! So read it and be sure to review it! Ahhh thanks for clicking on this story all you lovely people!

Superwholock Hunger Games

Chapter 1

As soon as the cannon sounded time seemed to stop. Suddenly Dean couldn't hear anything besides his own blood pounding in his ears. He glanced at the cornucopia, trying to locate the easy weapons and packs to carry, then turned his attention back to Sam. He promised Sam he would look out for him, and that was a promise Dean intended to keep. He had told Sam to head straight for the forest and find a spot to hide while the blood bath at the cornucopia cleared out. Dean on the other hand was going to try to get some supplies for them. He told Sam he would find him soon, but if he wasn't back in a few hours Sam should leave. Dean took a deep breath and started running.

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In District twelve on the day of the reaping, Dean had put on a suit and tie. He had fought against it, but his father told him he had to look presentable. John Winchester was not always the best father in the world. Ever since Dean and Sam's mother died, John had never been the same. He had never been there for his sons. Dean had practically raised Sam on his own, making sure he got enough food and water even if that meant Dean didn't. Dean had gotten a job in the mines at a very young age and he worked with all of his free time so he could support his family.

Dean had rubbed the amulet that Sam gave him between his fingers, a nervous habit, before tucking it beneath his shirt. Dean never found out where Sam had gotten the necklace, but he had given it to Dean as a thank you for everything he had done for him. Dean never took it off.

Dean stepped into Sam's room before the reaping to see how he was doing. Sam always got extremely nervous so Dean was always there to calm him down, even if he was really terrified on the inside.

"Hey Sammy," Dean forced a smile, stepping up behind his brother to fix his tie like he was twelve again. "How you doing?"

"It's reaping day," Sam replied, a worried expression plastered on his face. "How do you think I'm doing?"

"It'll be okay," Dean assured him, finishing up with his tie.

Sam turned to face him, placing an oversized hand on Dean's shoulder. "But what if I get picked?"

Sam moved his hand back to his side as Dean wrapped a comforting arm around his shoulder. "I won't let anything bad happen to you. I promise."

"Dean," Sam whispered. "I don't want you to get picked either. And I don't want you to volunteer if I get picked."

"Well Sammy, I'm your big brother. It's my job to look out for you," Dean responded before backing away from Sam. "Now come on, the reaping is going to start soon."

As soon as Dean and Sam stepped out of the doorway to the tiny shack they called a house, Charlie was there waiting for them. "What's up bitches?" she asked teasingly.

"Oh you know, just reaping day blues," Dean replied sarcastically as they began walking toward the reaping.

"I know how that goes," Charlie sighed.

"Don't worry, I'm sure you won't get picked," Dean smiled.

Charlie smiled back at him before going in for a hug. Dean and Charlie had been good friends for as long as he could remember. She had kind of become like a little sister to him over the years. As Dean pulled back, he put on his best impersonation of the District twelve handler. "Well happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor."

Charlie laughed but was quickly cut off by the tap of a microphone. "Attention everyone," the handler said, smoothing out her suit as she spoke.

Dean leaned over the Charlie and whispered "Looks like Anna decided to go with your hair color this year," pointing at the handler's red bun.

Charlie chuckled nervously before turning her attention back to the stage.

"It is time to select two tributes to represent District twelve in the 183rd Hunger Games," she smiled, waiting patiently for a large bowl to be placed in front of her. "Our first tribute is," she fished around in the bowl for a few seconds, drawing out the suspense before finally settling on a slip of paper. She unfurled it, took a deep breath and called the name. "Charlie Bradbury."

Dean's eyes widened and his legs almost gave out beneath him. He turned slowly towards Charlie, taking in her expression of shock and terror. He knew his face was a mirror of hers. Suddenly he heard a voice rise up from the crowd. It took him a few seconds to realize that the voice was his own. Before he knew what he was doing, he was standing in front of the crowd yelling "I volunteer!"

"It seems we have a volunteer," Anna grinned, guiding him up to the stage.

"Say your name for us," she told him.

It took him a few seconds before he could get his voice to work again. "Dean Winchester," he forced out.

"Dean Winchester!" she repeated. "Now let's get our second tribute."

She repeated the process of searching the bowl for the right slip before calling the name. This time when Dean heard the name, his legs did give out. He felt hands on his shoulders, trying to hold him upright as the name echoed in his head. Suddenly Dean wished he hadn't volunteered for Charlie. Because this person meant more to him than she ever could. "Sam Winchester!"

Sam slowly made his way onto the stage but didn't even bother with a brave face. By the time he was next to Anna, tears were running down his cheeks. "You are Dean's brother, correct?" Anna asked.

"Yes," Sam murmured.

Anna smiled like it was the best news she heard all day. Suddenly Dean's voice caught up with him. "Sammy!" he gasped and already he could feel people pulling him towards the door. "No! Sam!"

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The Doctor heard the cannon sound and he immediately ran for Rose. He didn't care about getting supplies from the cornucopia, he could make all he needed by himself, he only cared for Rose's safety. So he found himself grabbing her hand and dashing for the forest, pulling her along awkwardly behind him.

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The Doctor straightened the bow tie he was wearing with one hand and smoothed his hair with the other. Reaping day had never been a fun time for him. His friends were usually the ones to get picked. He didn't know why, it just happened that way. He barely had any friends left because of it. Vastra, Strax, Mickey, all gone because of the Games. The Doctor wasn't sure if anyone could hate the Hunger Games more than he did.

Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to find Rose Tyler, his best and only friend, smiling up at him. "A bow tie, huh?" she laughed.

"Bow ties are cool," The Doctor muttered, looking at the pink puffy dress Rose wore. "You look lovely."

Rose took a few steps back a twirled around once. "You like it?"

"I do," The Doctor confirmed, reaching for her hand. "Are you ready?"

Rose sighed before taking it. "As I'll ever be." Then they began walking towards the reaping.

The Doctor stole glances at Rose whenever he thought she wasn't looking. She was his best friend, but he liked her as more than a friend, he knew that for sure. But he wasn't sure if she liked him back. So he kept quiet about his feelings, always acting like she was just his friend, nothing more.

Once they arrived at the reaping, the handler was already on stage, her platinum blonde hair pulled into a pony tail. "Jenny looks like me this year," Rose laughed, never letting go of The Doctor's hand.

The Doctor laughed with her but didn't take his eyes off the stage. "Yeah she does."

"The time had come to select two tributes to represent District three!" Jenny was saying enthusiastically, but The Doctor wasn't really paying attention. He was thinking about Rose, trying to calm himself. It wasn't until his name was called and he was being ushered onto the stage that he broke focus. He looked back at Rose to see her horrified expression before settling his gaze down at his feet. He didn't look back up until they called Rose's name. Then he was sure his face wasn't emotionless like he had intended it to be. He knew it was a mask of fear.

"What are your names?" Jenny asked.

"The Doctor," he whispered, gaze fixed on Rose.

Rose could barely get her name out through the sudden lump in her throat.

Jenny turned back to the audience and exclaimed "Rose and The Doctor, your District three tributes!"