"Yes, definitely a job." Sam mumbled. "how can you tell?" Dean protested. Sam rolled his eyes, "Because 9 people got killed in the last two months! And 700 people in the last century!" he spat. "God Sam, calm down. Can't I get a little rest, for a week? Is that asked so much?" Dean muttered. "Apparently yes, and by the way, where is Castiel when you need him, he could help us!" Sam shook his head, Castiel had been missing for 3 weeks now, no sign of him, anywhere. "It's just a ghost I guess. Big deal. We can handle it without him for once, by the way, I think he's doing some cloud-seating, that's an option. All we have to do is burn the body and finished. When do we ever get a real job?" – "don't pretend you don't like having something more… low-key for once, Dean. I know you're tired of fighting angels, leviathans and stuff, and to be honest, I'm a little tired too. But for now, let's get going."
"That's strange," Sam mumbled while inspecting the bodies at the mortuary. "All the victims are having the same hole in their neck. Have you ever seen something like that?" - "maybe…" Dean bit his lip "it's a wraith?" he shook his head, annoyed. "Not again, I've had it up to here with these bitches!" he mumbles. "It's not a wraith." A raspy voice from behind him said. Dean turned around. The coat, the hair, the expression in his eyes. It's him. "CAS!" Dean shouted. Dean smiled, but after what looks like just a nanosecond he turned serious again. "Where. Have. You. Been?" he grinned. "Research. I found out what the thing is you're hunting and…" - "Oh and that took you 3 weeks?" Sam interrupted. Castiel nodded. "This thing is stronger than it seems." – "so, what is it?" Dean asked. "A ghost, and a damn powerful one." And as if Castiel could read the boys' minds – he probably could – he continued, "there are no bones to burn, she was cremated" He looked sideways at Dean, waiting for him to get angry, or confused at least. Instead, he kept calm. "and who is 'she'?" he asked. "Her name is Katniss Everdeen," Castiel explained "Victor of the 74th Hunger Games. It was a game played by the districts of North America, I'll explain to you later. Anyways, This kid stopped a rebellion. She died at a very old age, peaceful, yet her spirit never found rest and is now, well, see it for yourself" he said and zapped the Winchesters into the woods of North Carolina.
Once they managed to stand on their feet again, Dean and Sam walked through the woods, Castiel nowhere to be found. Obviously, there was nothing 'supernatural' to be seen. Suddenly, an arrow flew across Dean's face. He looked up, confused, but all he could see were trees. Suddenly he saw something moving in top of a tree, a piece of what looked like a braid, the blue eyes focusing on Sam's neck, and then, the bow. The bow pointed at Sam. The arrow on the bow. The arrow flying towards Sam. "SAM!" Dean shouted. The arrow came closer and closer and suddenly they were back in the motel room. Castiel saved Sam, once again. "Do you get it now?" he mumbles with his back towards the boys. "yes, but, you're saying she's cremated, is there ANYTHING that could be left behind, a piece of her braid, an arrow, something?" Sam asked in disbelief. "No, that's why my research took so long, there's nothing left of her, I looked everywhere but no bones or anything that belonged to her, so to be honest, I think we have a problem here."
