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"Dean, wake up!" a voice said over him.

"Just five more minutes, Sammy," Dean mumbled, turning over. It took a moment for Dean to remember where he was and reminded himself that it wasn't his brother's voice that called, it was Bobby's.

"We'll be arriving soon. You need to get up," Bobby told him, and Dean heard him walk away from the door. Dean sighed and crawled out of the bed, which was too soft in his opinion. Dean wandered down the train, entering the dining carriage again, and found everybody was sat down, finishing their breakfast.

"Morning," Dean said, sitting himself down next to Bobby and reached over the table for some bread.

"We'll be arriving soon, and your stylist is going to have you for the day so you are ready for the parade" Bobby informed him. "Now, you aren't going to like what they are going to do to you, but just do as you're told, " Bobby said to him.

"What are they going to do to me?" Dean asked, worried.

"You'll find out in a minute. I'll see you after though," Bobby told him, with a slight smile. Dean was about to protest, and demand Bobby told him what was going to happen to him with his prep team, but he caught a glimpse of the Capitol out of the corner of his eye.

Dean walked over to the window, amazed at the beauty of the Capitol. The mountains ran across the edge, separating the Capitol from the east. Dean remembered being told that was how the rebels lost in the dark days, as the Capitol ambushed them by aircraft as they tried to scale the mountain. The buildings they passed were sky high, taller than he had ever seen. It looked cleaner too, than his District. Dean couldn't help but be amazed by the scene, whilst ignoring the scoff at him from Kai.

Capitol citizen's noticed the tribute train come past, pointing eagerly at them. Bobby said they needed to like him, Dean reminded himself. Dean waved at them, smiling slightly. Soon the train came to a stop, and both he and Kai were ushered off the train by Tessa. It seemed as though hundreds of Capitol citizens were waiting at the train station. He heard a few people call his name, and he gave them his most winning smile, making a couple of women shriek. Dean barely managed to resist rolling his eyes. God, they are pathetic, Dean thought to himself.

Dean was led away from Kai in the Remake Centre, followed by his prep team. He was sold to strip, and then to lay down onto the table. Dean obliged, grumbling slightly out of discomfort of being naked in front of strangers. First they washed him with gritty soap, getting rid of any dirt and a couple of layers of skin. His nails were neatly trimmed down, stray hairs on his eyebrows and anywhere else that was not deemed acceptable to the Capitol was removed. Dean ground his teeth together throughout the mission, letting a few rude words escape as they tore his hair from his body.

After a few hours, the prep team made a huddle in the corner of the room, quietly discussing him. "His hair is too short to do anything with," he heard one of the crew mutter to the others, causing him to smile slightly. Unlike Sam, he kept his dark blonde hair short-cropped, meaning there was little anybody could do to style it.

"Hmm, maybe it's better that way," Another prep team member said. "It suits him," she muttered, taking a glance at Dean. Dean gave her a wink, causing the woman to blush. After checking once again that every rogue hair on his body had been removed, the prep team went and fetched his stylist.

"Well, aren't you hansom?" His stylist said to him, grinning slightly. "Not much work needs to be done to make you stand out," she told him, handing him his robe so he no longer had to be naked. Dean quickly put it on, feeling slightly more comfortable.

She beckoned Dean out of the room into a new room, with a couch, three walls and a glass wall, showing the Capitol. Dean sat down on the couch, grabbing one of the mini sausages on a stick and popping it into his mouth.

"I bet you can't wait to see the costume I have designed for you," his stylist said and Dean only shrugged in response. He didn't care, so long as he didn't look like a complete idiot. His stylist pulled out his costume, and Dean stared at it for a while. It was dress like, and would be hanging from his left shoulder. Dean could clearly see it was designed to look like it was made from seaweed, using different shades of green and brown, and the material made it shimmer slightly, as though it had been freshly plucked from the sea. The bottom of the outfit cut off mid-thigh, and a small split was made at the side at the bottom to allow some movement.

"We thought seaweed this year, and I think it'll bring out your eyes," His stylist told him. "I'm going to wrap a band of seaweed down your leg in a spiral," she added. "I thought the crown has been overdone."

"I don't wear dresses", Dean said finally, glaring at the outfit. Sam will never let me live this down, Dean thought to himself.

"It's not a dress, it's a toga," She corrected him kindly, as though it made all the difference in the world.

"Listen, sweetheart, I don't even do shorts. There's no way I'm wearing a friggin' dress," Dean said firmly.

"It's too late to change it. You'll look good in it, honest."

An hour later, after much grumbling and persuasion, Dean was forced into his outfit. As a compromise, however, he was still allowed to wear his amulet tucked under his toga. Afterwards, they went down to the bottom of the Remake Centre, where the chariots were kept for the parade. He walked over to his chariot, grabbing a handful of sugar cubes on the way, where Kai was already there.

"Nice dress," She snorted.

"It's a toga," Dean mumbled, popping a sugar cube into his mouth. Sugar cubes were an expensive pleasure in 4. He looked at Kai up and down, she was also in the seaweed dress, although some golden seaweed was added to her hair, which she wore down. Dean had to admit, she did look pretty in her outfit.

"You know those are for the horses," Kai told him, pointing at the sugar cubes in his hands.

Dean shrugged. "They have years to eat them," Dean told her simply, as he shoved the last one into his mouth, grinning, before turning away from her.

The opening music begins and Dean quickly hops onto his chariot. As soon as he does, the horses start to move and he was pulled into the city. Dean smiles and waves, giving an odd wink here and there. He can hear people chanting his name, calling for his attention. The Capitol were even showering him with flowers. He caught a glimpse of himself on one of the large television screens, and his stylist was right, he did look hansom in the costume. Not that he was any happier about wearing it.

Dean continues to act like this, catching the odd flower, and sniffing it. Eventually, all he could hear was the booming sound of his name. It wasn't until he reached the President Snow's mansion. President Snow said his usual welcome, and it was traditional at this point to cut away to individual faces of the tributes, but Dean could have sworn that he spent more time on the television than the others.

Finally the national anthem plays once again, and the chariots returned to the Remake Centre. Bobby clapped Dean on the back as he got off his chariot "Well done, Dean," Bobby congratulated, "I think you just got some admires out there."

Dean smiled, but didn't miss the glare Kai was shooting him "What?" He asked her, annoyed at her attitude.

"I'm bound to have hardly any sponsors thanks to you," she spat at him, ripping the golden seaweed from her hair.

"You know, I don't even feel a little bad about that," Dean told her. He had always disliked her. Even since they were younger, she would turn her nose up at him.

"I will kill you in the games, district partner or not," Kai said, before turning on her heel and stormed to the lifts.

"Oh don't go away angry, just go away," Dean called after her, causing Bobby to roll his eyes and the few remaining tributes to stare.

"Don't piss her off too much before the games, you don't want her to make you a real target. Idjit," he warned Dean, before leading him towards the lifts.