Title: Call to Arms

A/N: Sorry this A/N is kind of long (but please read all of it, it's important)

-There is no way for Dean to volunteer for Sam since he's too old for it.

-Lastly, the title is from "Vox Populi" by Thirty Seconds to Mars.

Thanks: To everyone who put this on their story alert and reviewed. The next chapter will hopefully be up very soon.

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"You came." Sam said, standing up from the couch.

"Of course I did, you're my little brother." Dean replied, moving away from the door and inside. "Look, you already know the basic things to ward off those creatures, you already know-"

"I have the exorcism spell memorized, I know how to use a knife, I even know how to move my own two feet fast enough to run. Is that all you came here for?" He asked, watching his brother move to the couch.

"No," Dean said, laying down and looking up at the ceiling. "I came to tell you goodbye, and that the only reason Jess didn't come was that she's emotionally unstable right now. And wish you luck."

"Emotionally un-" Sam stopped himself to groan and run a hand through his hair. "And wish me luck? Dean, they're twenty four tributes, twice as many monsters and I haven't trained for any of it besides study those stupid books."

"So you're back on the whole 'I can't do it' and 'I'm too weak' thing?" Dean sat up, watching his brother start to pace back and forth in the room. "Well you are, and you can."

"If I win, Dean, I'll be killing someone's sister. Someone's daughter. Someone's crush," Sam looked out the small window in the room and leaned his forhead against the cool glass. "I can't kill Katniss, Dean. I don't even know her, but I can't-"

"What makes you think you have to do it? There will be twenty-two other people in that arena. One of them will get to her first."

"Or maybe one of them will get to me first."

The long train ride to the Capitol was boring, silent, awkward-he could go on forever. It wasn't pleasant sitting across from the girl he'd soon have to kill and it was easy to fall asleep, either. Maybe it was the soft rocking of the train or the small buzzing of it zooming across the earth, but Sam's thoughts were on his brother and how Jess was too scared to see him off.

She wasn't scared to see me off, he mentally corrected one night, she was scared that she'd ruin the last time she'd see me because there is no way I'm coming back. It was much nicer for her to see me go when the last memory of us wasn't me on my way to Death City.

Sam watched as Katniss stretched out on the couch on the train. Neither of them could really sleep and the only reason they seemed to get along was bonding on that small fact. The small room filled with couches pushed too close together was the only place they both decided was safe territory.

"They're going to put you into training," Haymitch said, sitting back on to the couch. They'd been at the Capitol for a day and already starting. "But they're going to train you to kill each other, not the monsters."

"Isn't that the point of the game, though?" Katniss asked, Sam had left all the questions to her lately. She seemed to ask them more than anything and Sam felt awkward being the one to always as why or what or how or where.

"Yes, but the monsters are there for entertainment, they'll kill you before you realize what you're doing. Stations are set up inside the training room, go to the ones that fight the monsters but don't linger at them too long. Pick up skills silently, if the other tributes see you at those stations, they'll know your weakness. Now," Haymitch picked up his drink and took a long swig before setting it back down. "Don't get yourselves killed. Don't kill each other and stay away from each other."

"Isn't it best to team up?" She asked, Haymitch laughed and glanced over at Sam.

"No, it's not. Stay away from the other tributes. If you team up, you'll just end up bonding or something with your kill mate. "Watch out for you alone, don't save anyone, just yourself. Steal what you need and get out of there. Use people's stupid minds to your advantage."

The training room was like they expected: set up so that each station had a person standing behind it that looked like they had more experience with the monsters than just reading a few books at the local library. Sam mentally slapped himself for thinking he might be even remotely prepared for this.

"Demons," Sam said quietly to her. Katniss' eyes found the first station and they walked over to it, not looking at it directly like it was going to pop out and kill them. Katniss stopped him halfway and turned to another station.

"Vampires-"

"Demons are hard to kill, almost impossible from what I read. Do you really want to go learn about vampires that we-" Sam stumbled to a halt and furrowed his eyebrows. He wasn't supposed to be helping her.

"Fine, you make the calls." Katniss said after a moment of silence when it was clear Sam wouldn't move on with the covnersation or budge from his position in the argument.

"Actually, vampires can't die either. Not very easily anyways. Decapitation is the only solution and they're fast enough that they can avoid it in a heart beat. The Game Makers did spend the past year designing a special breed so that they would be harder to kill-"

"And who are you?" Katniss asked the man who interrupted. He tilted a head to his left, narrowing his eyes at the two.

"Castiel. District Five."