Here's your first look into the arena.

I'm going to aim to get a chapter out at least once a week, at the VERY least. Exam season is coming up for me and you can never do enough revision for a level exams so its kind of taking priority over writing at the moment, but it won't forever, I promise. :)

I really want to know what you guys think of this story so far. It can really act as a kick in the backside and make me write. (and ignore my revision xD)

The first thing Dean feels is a breeze of soft cold air whishing over his hair as a gong sounds, ringing out through the entire arena. It indicates the start of the 60 seconds in which tributes must remain on their metal plates and are given the time to take in their surroundings. If you move off them before the 60 seconds are up you'll be dead as soon as your feet hit the ground, scattering various parts of your body all over the arena floor.

To Deans left is a vast area of forest going back well past what his eyes can see and to the right a sloping grass land with a small pond located in the middle of it. He makes a note to himself to avoid the grass land. He then spots the cornucopia, standing high and bright in the centre of the clearing between the two sides of the arena, full of important items: Knifes, food, tents. Everything you would need to survive fairly comfortably in the arena, all an equal distance from every tribute. There are also various items spread around the clearing, decreasing in value the further away from the cornucopia they get. Three metres from him sits a loaf of bread and about 10 more sits a bright green backpack.

Dean notices a glimmering at the top of the cornucopia, and realises it's a bow already loaded with arrows just waiting for him to grab it. Dean stands, quickly debating his chances of reaching the bow, he's fast, probably faster than all the tributes, and he knows in his heart that he can get there first but he's stuck on whether he can get out in time. By the time he picks it up and a bag there will be maybe 1 or 2 other tributes at the entrance to it but at close range anymore than that and Dean's chances of coming out of it alive are slim.

He then notices Castiel, who is standing about 4 tributes to the left of him. He looks at Dean and shakes his head slowly. He understands the message. It's the same one Balthazar had told him yesterday. Don't go for the cornucopia; build some distance between himself and the other tributes.

The gong goes off; catching Dean by surprise and he's misses his chance, too busy focusing on Cas, clawing crucial seconds away from himself. This is enough to make up his decision. He lunges forward picking up the loaf of bread, angry at himself for becoming distracted so easily. He sprints forward, reaching the green bag at the same time a boy from district 9 does.

"Give it!" the boy snarls at Dean.

The two of them grapple for it for a couple of seconds before the boy spurts a mouthful of blood all over his face, dropping the bag and falling to the floor, a knife wedged in his back, thankfully thrown from quite a distance away.

"Ugghh, that's disgusting" he exclaims, wiping at his face.

Dean quickly dislodges the knife from the boys back, holding it out in front of him for protection and darts for cover in the forest. As he reaches the edge he turns back to the blood bath that is the beginning of the games.

"You're dead Winchester, you hear me!" the girl that threw the knife shouts at him as he's running, who he faintly recognizes as the girl Ruby from watching the reaping on the night on the train. She doesn't follow him though, instead running off and striking a fatal blow in the back of a girls head with a mace, splattering blood all over the ground.

The leading tributes have now reached the cornucopia and supplied themselves with weapons and were now spreading out, picking off the weaker tributes that hadn't gotten away so quickly. Dean is thankful that he hasn't seen Cas' face in the ground but he can't rule out that it's a possibility already.

He takes one final look at the scene behind him before swinging the bag high up on his back and walks deeper into the forest at a steady pace. His heart is beating fast, adrenaline rushing through his body.

It's not until a couple of hours later that Dean dares to stop and inspect the contents of the bag that he had obtained from the poor boy from district 9, killed off so early in the games. At least it was quick; the longer you're in the games the longer the other tributes seem to find fun in the torture before they kill you. The bag contains a sleeping bag, crackers, iodine, chicken in a container and a water bottle half filled with water.

Dean is relieved, he had not found any sources of water yet through the forest and was beginning to get a little worried that the only source in the arena was the lake in the open field next to the cornucopia, in which if that was the case it was likely the tributes from the first few districts would already be guarding by now.

It's beginning to get dark before the sound of the canon booming rings out through the forest, indicating the fighting has now ended at the cornucopia and the bodies of the unfortunate tributes have been taken away, ready to ship back to their districts to grieving families. Dean counts the shots, one for every dead body until ten have rung out. Ten dead, fourteen left to play. He wonders whether Cas escaped, he's almost sure of it, he knows he isn't dumb but the feeling in the pit of his stomach won't go away until he sees the faces of the dead tributes light up the night sky tonight.

Dean finds a large tree and comes to the decision to stop for the night, climbing it and placing himself on a stable branch with plenty of cover over it with wide branching leafs, taking out his sleeping bag from the bag he won and slipping into it.

Night is settling in when Dean hears the national anthem ring out to recap the deaths of the day. The seal of the capitol is shining out bright in the sky so all tributes can see it where ever they are in the arena. Dean brushes a few branches aside so he can see it clearly as the anthem fades out and the faces of the dead flash into the night sky, with simple head shots as to not give away any living contestants secret weapon instead of the death recap he would watch back home.

The first to show up is the girl from district 4, closely followed by the boy. Meaning all tributes from districts 1, 2 and 3 had survived. No surprises there, although for both from 4 to be dead already was a bit surprising, most career tributes made it through the first day. Then the girl from district 5, the boy from 6 who Dean recognizes as the boy who he took the bag from, both from 7 and 8 and the girl from 10. One more dead face is left to show. Not Cas, it's the boy from 10. Dean is relieved. The forest is sent back into darkness as the screen disappears.

Madison made it through the day, Dean is glad, it may mean the likely hood of him killing her in the arena has increased but it also means if he is killed then she's still a contender and would be the one he'd want to win after Castiel. Sam will benefit the most if she won, the winning district being supplied with enough food to feed everyone for the entire year until the next games.

Dean slowly drifts into an uncomfortable sleep, allowing his muscles to relax and eyelids drop.

Snap! Snap!

Dean is awoken perhaps a few hours later by the sound of twigs snapping. It's still rather dark but he can make out a vague shadowing figure about 5 metres from the tree he's in, breaking wood off a tree. They then stop and shuffle around a bit before Dean see's a bright spark light, and a small fire begin to bloom. He's is unable to make out the tribute, all he can see are their hands, held outright near the flames.

"Fuck!" Dean whispers. Whoever it was, was a complete idiot. In the total darkness any fire would be like a beacon, flashing at all the other tributes surveying the forests.

Dean makes his decision quickly, slowly getting out of his sleeping bag and packing up his things as quietly as possible, removing the knife from the bag, held ready to strike he climbs swiftly down the tree.

He jumps, landing next to the fire and kicking it out in an instance, the tribute sits surprised for a moment, a moment in which Dean has already got his knife tight underneath his throat, ready to cut as they speak.

"D-Dean" they choke out.

He halts. "Cas?" He asks.

The tribute nods their head eagerly. He makes sure that it's definitely Castiel, rubbing his hand over his features before he slaps him straight across the face in a harsh and swift movement.

"Oww, What did you do that for!" Castiel moans, holding his face.

"What they hell is wrong with you man! Starting a fire in the middle of the night, are you really that stupid Cas, or are you trying to get yourself killed?" Dean harshly whispers to him, careful of who may be around. Not to shout and give away their position.

"C'mon, get up. We've got to move, you may have attracted some unwanted attention." Dean pulls him up.

"Guess this means you're not going to kill me now eh?" he replies, accepting the hand.

"I told you Cas, That's not an option for me. Not now, not later. The sooner you learn that the better. By all means you can try and put a knife in my back but I won't to you, just like I didn't kill you then when I had the chance." He gestures to the charcoal wood pile, stands up and walks through the forest.

Cas gulps and quickly follows Dean as he moves swiftly through the forest, taking a lot of effort to catch him up.

"So why were you being such a dufus then?" Dean asks as they walk.

"I wasn't thinking" he replies looking down at his feet, his features appearing in glints of the moon light as they walk. 'It was just so cold. I was only going to have it light for a couple of minutes.'

"Stupid move and you know it, what if it wasn't me up in that tree? or there had been some other tributes close by. You'd be dead by now." Dean shakes his head.

"What the hell are you wearing anyway; you look like a drowned rat?" he asks with a smirk.

"It's a trench coat" Cas states simply. "I didn't manage to get a lot at the cornucopia, all I managed to grab was this' he gestures to the coat. 'and a bag that had some crackers, some matches and a pair of useless fake wings in it"

"Dude, did you say wings?"

"Mhmm" Castiel nods. Reaching into his bag and pulling them out. They're big and branching and it's hard to believe that they even fitted into the bag Cas had just taken them out of.

"Oh, now that is funny!" Dean laughs. "They probably gave you that bag on purpose considering what district you're from. You're a pretty boy angel Cas! Bet the folks at home will love that. Go on put them on." He urges.

"Shove off Dean. Pretty boy?" he asks questionably.

Dean blushes, thankfully its dark so Castiel does not notice. He doesn't respond and so Cas finishes of his sentence, shaking his head.

"It's not funny; I am not putting them on." Castiel pouts.

"Well they must do something; they're not going to give you anything that won't. Go and just put them on!" Dean repeats.

"No." He slips them back into the bag, without another word on the matter.

They walk for about an hour in the darkness before Dean gets fed up of tripping over tree roots.

"What do you say to setting up camp here then" Dean suggests, pointing up to a tree. "I feel safer up there."

Dean watches as Castiel struggles, climbing slowly up the tree, he's not like he was in district 11, free to roam the forests with Dean for days and days. District 12 was a lot stricter; he's lost some of his technique that would have given him the advantage in the arena.

They climb up about 20 metres, the bark beginning to burn their hands as they climb and both settle down on a large swerving, sturdy branch.

Dean notices Cas shivering as he settles down, doing his best to wrap the trench coat around himself while Dean snuggles into his warm sleeping bag.

"It's going to be a cold night...what's left of it anyway" Cas says.

"Well get in my sleeping bag with me then" Dean states casually. "There's plenty of room in here for the both of us."

Cas hesitates for a moment.

"You sure?" he asks hesitantly.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Cas raises his eyebrows at him. "I promise not to do anything inappropriate. I wouldn't want to hurt your virtue little angel boy." He chuckles to himself.

Cas slits his eyes at Dean, but welcomes the invitation, slipping into the sleeping bag and falling asleep almost immeadetly, snuggled into Deans body, smelling home for the first time in 10 years. What Dean doesn't know is Cas would give anything for his virtue to be taken by him.