Please note: if there's a (x) next to the name, the character's dead.

Dis. 1: Moriarty (Sherlock), Ruby (Supernatural)

Dis 2: Pitch (Rise of the Guardians), Ember McClain (Danny Phantom)

Dis 3: Toffee (Star vs the Forces of Evil), Moon (Star Vs the Forces of Evil)

Dis 4: Sherlock (Sherlock), Peridot (Steven Universe)

Dis 5: Dean Winchester (Supernatural), Sam (Danny Phantom)

Dis 6: Jack Frost (Rise of the Guardians), Rapunzel (Tangled).

Dis 7: Leo Valdes (Heroes of Olympus), Elsa (Frozen)

Dis 8: Nico (Heroes of Olympus), Annabeth (Heroes of Olympus)

Dis 9: Percy Jackson (Heroes of Olympus), Hermione (Harry Potter)

Dis 10: Harry Potter (Harry Potter), Moana (Moana)

Dis 11. Castiel (Supernatural), Rose Tyler (Dr. Who)

Dis 12. Danny (Danny Phantom), Luna Lovegood (Harry Potter)

Alliances: None yet

Dean's pov

Yeah, the Reaping was definitely the worst day of my life. District 5's standing with the capital was alright, but... God, it felt like I was from District 12. I was standing off to the side when the lady plucked a name from the Boy Bowl. She cleared her throat and spoke in a sickly sweet voice.

"Ahem, Samuel Winchester."

I froze. Some of the other kids glanced at me. My little brother stiffly walked out of the crowd. He kept his head up, but I could tell he was terrified. He jabbed his hands into his pockets to keep from trembling. The words tumbled out of my mouth in a rush.

"I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!"

Sam whirled around, meeting my eyes.

"Dean? No! Dean, no!"

The peacekeeper began dragging him back towards the crowd, while forming a circle around me.

"Dean! Dean, no! Stop! Let me go!"

The woman clapped her hands, hugging my shoulders. I tensed, glaring at her.

"How exciting!" she chirped, "may I present District 5's volunteer, Dean Winchester! Now, for the girls."

She practically skipped over to the Girl bowl. My eyes met Sammy's. His eyes were brimming with tears, but he couldn't leave the crowd.

"My, my. This is a surprise. May I please have one Samantha Manson on the stage?"

The girl, Samantha, blinked. She came up to the stage without too much interference. My heart kind of went out for her. I didn't even know the girl, and I could tell she was an outcast. Everyone had their best suits, from long light blue dresses to the neatest white shirts. She had a jagged black dress, short-cropped black hair and dark purple lipgloss. No one would ever volunteer for her. Her eyes the crowd nervously as the woman announced us one last time.

Sammy was practically already at the room when it was time to say good-bye. I enveloped him in my arms, his small face burying into my shoulder.

"I don't want you to leave," he whispered.

"Hey, don't worry about this, I got it."

Sammy stood back, searching my eyes.

"You'll win?"

"I'll give it my best shot. Someone has to, right?"

He didn't say anything for a second. Don't cry... don't cry... do- damn it. I quickly wiped the dampness away from my eyes.

"I'll take good care of him," a voice said from the doorway.

Bobby stepped into the room, squeezing Sammy's shoulder reassuringly. My brother beamed up at him before looking at me.

"It's only temporary, right?"

I smiled.

"Yeah, but, um, until I get back from the games, I need you to stay with Bobby, ok?"

He nodded quickly, wiping his own eyes. Before I could completely melt down, I kissed the top of his head.

"I'll see you, Sammy."

"Dean," he choked.

His body began wracking in sobs. Bobby intervened, gently sweeping Sammy towards the door.

"Don't be an idjit, son. You better come back."

A smile crept up my lips.

"Don't worry, Bobby. You can't get rid of me that easily."

He paused in the doorway, reluctantly leaving once the Peacekeepers came. I was all alone in the room... The woman and Samantha came by. She smiled too widely, and motioned for me to follow her.

"Come, come, the train is this way!"

"So, who saw you out?" I hissed to Sam.

She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

"My parents. They talked about how me winning the games was extremely important for their reputation..."

"Oh. I mean-"

"It's ok. I'm going to die anyway, and I probably won't ever see them again," she reasoned.

I wanted to say something for her... I held out a hand, but she looked at me like I was crazy.

"I don't want your friendship," she growled, "my parents might think I'm a disappointment to the Manson name, but I don't plan on dying in that arena."

"Interesting. Neither do I."

She drew in a shaky breath, folding her arms over her chest.

"We'll just have to see then... won't we?"