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(And he will not answer you either)

They didn't really follow a trail anymore, they just wandered through the forest, looking for Jo. After a while, they stumbled upon a small clearing.

"I see, a bad moon rising!
I see, trouble on the way!
I see, earthquakes and lightning!
I see, a bad time today!"

"What the Hell?" Dean crept closer through the bushes, Castiel on his heels.

Gabriel, the boy from District 5, was sitting in the middle, unarmed, staring to the sky.

"We should kill him." Dean said. He pulled his dagger.

Castiel grabbed his arm. "This is the most obvious trap ever, you idiot! We should leave."

"What if they have Jo?" Dean hissed.

"They probably do." Castiel said. He wanted to take a step back and pull Dean along, but was stopped by the feeling of a cold, steel blade on his neck.

"We do indeed." Someone hissed in his ear.

Dean was pushed forward, onto the clearing, where Gabriel and a slender girl with long white hair and a flat face were waiting for them.

"Well done!" the slender girl cheered. "Raphael! Bring the girl out. Tonight, we are going to end the Hunger Games!"

Ruby, the small, muscular girl from 1, dragged Jo forward by her hair. She had tears streaming down her face and it was swollen up and beaten bloody.

"Jo?" Dean said. "Jo! I'm sorry!"

The blade on his neck suddenly cut closer and he felt blood trickling down.

"Easy Michael!" Lilith smiled wicked. "Save the best one for last."

"What the Hell!" Dean spat on the ground. "Is this all a Game to you?"

The boy holding Castiel, laughed. "It's the Hunger Games, of course this is all a Game. Well, this isn't," he shrugged. "This is merely foreplay. The Games really start when the amateurs are dead and we can fight this out without distractions."

He threw Dean on the ground.

"Get those weapons off him," Lilith smiled.

Dean got up to fight back, but Ruby's voice stopped him. "I'll slice her throat if you move, pretty boy."

He stopped struggling and let Michael take his weapons away. Even though he's only had them for a few days, he felt naked without them.

"So?" Gabriel smiled in the back. "Who's first? Castiel or Jo?"

"You saw Castiel fight at the Cornucopia," The guy holding Castiel said. "Oh no- you ran like a child, didn't you?"

"Shut up Raphael." Ruby said. "Nobody likes you."

"Well nobody likes you either you black haired bitch." Raphael sneered.

"That's not what your mother said last night."

Raphael let go of Castiel and ran towards Ruby, who let go of Jo to fight Raphael.

Castiel took this window of opportunity and ran towards Jo, who was lying on her side a couple of yards away, pulled his long, silver dagger and waited for anyone to attack.

But no one did.

Michael pulled Ruby and Raphael apart, cursing, before realising Dean had scrambled back to his own weapons and was running towards Gabriel, who disappeared into the woods quickly.

Michael roared a warning to Ruby, who had just enough time to fend off Deans stab with her own long dagger.

Dean swore, but kept attacking, that was his best shot.

He saw how Michael, Lilith and Raphael all attacked Castiel and how the boy desperately tried to fend off the knives, but wasn't quick enough.

More stab wounds in his torso than Dean could count. Blood kept gushing out of that boy but he was still standing, he was still fighting back.

Dean's knife slipped past Ruby's defence and he stabbed her in her throat. Once. Once is enough.

He ran, before he could see the light go out and ran to the small group of attackers. He wanted to stab Michael in the back but the boy was fast, faster than he could believe and tried to stab him.

Boom. For Ruby.

Dean turned to the right and Michael stumbled forward when his knife didn't meet any flesh, Dean stabbed him in the back and cut clean through his spinal cord.

Boom. For Michael.

Only Lilith was left at Castiel, he was pale and weak, but still trying to fend off the girl.

Lilith turned around to face him and smiled. "Not today," She said as she ran off into the woods, clutching her arm.

Dean kneeled down at Castiel, trying to see what was left of him and if he would be able to fix him. He lifted the shirt (or, what was left of it) and sighed happily when he saw the stab wounds were merely scratches, Cas had ducked away in time to prevent any real damage.

"Cas," He smiled. "Let's go man. Let's get Jo and get the Hell out of here."

Castiel frowned and groaned, looking to someone over Dean's shoulder.

Dean turned around, and saw Raphael, Michaels sword raised to split him in half.

He rolled away, dodging the sword. Raphael groaned and charged again, turning the sword in his hand to stab him as if it were a dagger.

Dean lifted his own dagger, hoping the blade would be strong enough to let the sword slide by.

It landed next to him in the sand, Dean kicked forward, trying to hit Raphael in the fork of his legs, but he missed.

Raphael kicked Dean´s hand, once, twice, three times and Dean had to drop his dagger. He lowered the sword, cutting Deans cheek.

"Lie still Winchester, you need a shave." He lowered the sword to Deans neck and started pressing on the wound Michael had made minutes earlier.

Dean felt warm blood trickling down his neck and felt how Raphael scratched the surface of his windpipe, blood filled his lungs and he started coughing.

"DEAN!" Someone yelled behind Raphael.

The boy turned around to find Jo, dagger raised, lunging forward towards him.

He trusted his sword forward, in Jo's belly.

"NO!" Dean yelled, Castiel threw his dagger to Dean, who caught it and stumbled to his feet, stabbing Raphael in the back until the silver tip pierced through the skin of his belly.

Raphael sunk to his knees, coughed twice and fell, face forward in the mud.

Boom. For Raphael.

Dean clenched his throat with his hand, trying to breathe normally and sunk down at Jo's shivering body.

"Stupid idiot." He whispered. "Why did you do that? Why did you yell?"

With his other hand, he pulled Jo's t-shirt up to examine the wound.

He moaned. Raphael had trusted upwards, splintering her ribs and puncturing her lungs.

"Jo," He said.

She smiled. "This is it, isn't it?" tears welled up in her eyes and she coughed up some blood.

"I'm so sorry. So sorry." Dean shook his head and bit back his tears. "I wish I could do something. What do you want me to do? What do I do?"

"Don't let me die alone," Jo reached up to him and he pulled her into his arms. "I miss my mother," she softly sobbed. "I miss my father."

Dean cradled her head on his shoulder and softly rocked back and forward, trying not to cry, trying to be strong for her.

Boom.

He realised this canon was for Jo. That she wasn't there anymore. He softly dropped her head back on the ground and pulled her shirt back down, so he couldn't see the stab wound.

He felt Castiel tug on his sleeve. "Come on Dean, we need to go before Lilith gets back."

"Beat it Cas," He said. He placed Jo's hand on her chest, closed her eyes and tried to wipe the blood off her face with the sleeve of his dirty and torn trench coat.

"Dean."

"Go away Cas,"

"We need to leave, we need to reassemble, we need to look at your throat, we need to take care of our wounds."

"GO AWAY CASTIEL!" Dean screamed. Blood spurted out of the wound on his neck.

But Castiel didn't leave.

Dean cried, bitter. He didn't sob, he didn't want to sob. There were tears of grief and frustration running down his cheeks and he couldn't stop them.

He looked at Jo, her pale face framed by her ash-blonde hair.

Dean grabbed the sling from her belt, but left the dagger. He had no use to that.

He kissed her forehead and got up. Saying 'goodbye' was so cliché. Saying nothing was so heartless.

He swallowed and turned to Castiel. "Let's go."

They walked back to the mountain sides, found a cave to rest in and took care of each other's wounds.

Dean suddenly realised he and Castiel hadn't eaten in about a day now, but he wasn't hungry.

He scratched the bandage around his neck, staring up to the sky. It lit up with the projection of an Eagle and the booming of the anthem.

Dean didn't want to hear it, but he couldn't shut the sound out.

Dean didn't want to see the pictures, but he couldn't tear his gaze away.

Michael's picture appeared, he looked proud and tall. Then Ruby, with her arrogant smile, then Raphael's photo flashed across the sky and Dean knew who was next.

Jo. The picture moved slightly, she turned her head and smiled.

Castiel sat down next to him. "I'm sorry about Jo. I realise you have been friends for ages."

"What do we do Cas?" Dean asked. "What do we do?"

Castiel shrugged. "We try to stay alive."

"What if I don't want to 'stay alive' anymore Cas? I just want to go home."

"Staying alive is the only way to go home." Cas smiled and got up. "Staying alive."

He rolled himself up in his trench coat, clenching his chest. It must hurt like Hell.

Dean knew that from own experience, wounds that cut deep hurt, throbbing and warm, weren't as bad as the scratches, knives that barely touched your skin left ugly stripes that burned.

He rested his head on his knees, staring at the starlit sky, wishing he was back in 12.

Dean and Sam slept in the same room, but in different beds. Halfway through the night, Sam would wake up to find out he wet his bed and, too afraid to awake John, he would wake Dean up, tell him 'it' happened again and try to climb in bed with him.

Dean smiled. No matter how annoyed he always was when Sam woke him up in the dead of night after a fourteen-hour shift with wet pyjama pants and that goddamned puppy-eyed look, he would gladly roll out of bed, change his brother's bed sheets and climb back in bed with him.

He suddenly heard a soft, annoying beeping to his left. Dean turned his head to see a parachute land in a bush.

He crept over there and, careful not to wake Castiel, opened the box.

Don't read this out loud.
Get in the cave. Cross the river. Climb the tree.
Enjoy your goddamn expensive soup.
Idiot.

There wasn't just soup in the box, there was one spoon in it too and a little tube of ointment.

"Cas." Dean walked back to his friend with the parachute. "Cas- I got food."

Castiel grumbled. "Do you think that after the last time we ate, I feel like flowers?"

"No," Dean shook his head. "Bobby send me soup."

That woke him up, Castiel rolled out of his little, self made tent and sat up. "If you are joking, I will..."

"First this." He held the ointment up.

"What's that for?" Castiel pinched his eyes.

"The tube says that it's against inflammation and heals skin wounds." Dean started unwrapping the bandage around his neck to apply some of the salve to his throat.

Castiel shot up. "Don't be so reckless Dean," he sat Dean down on the ground and slowly pulled the gauze away from the gash in his neck carefully.

"Apply pressure here," He said, touching a spot on Dean's windpipe, below the gash.

Dean sighed annoyed, but put his fingers where Castiel told him too. He watched the boy carefully smear the ointment on his neck.

He had to hold back a chuckle when he watched Castiel work, frowning, pinching his eyes, concentrating on not doing anything wrong.

Dean flinched a little when Castiel pressed on the wound, but the pain wasn't as bad as it had been.

Castiel wrapped him back up again and lifted his own, ragged shirt, looking at the red, thick scratches on his chest and belly.

"Do you need help?" Dean offered. It only seemed fair after Castiel helped him with his neck.

Castiel shook his head. "I should be able to do this alone, you start on that soup."

"Oh- about that, you should read Bobby's note." Dean tossed it to him. "It's funny."

Castiel read it, frowned and then chuckled, for the picture probably. "Yeah- does he always call you an idiot?"

"No," Dean shook his head, mouth full of soup. "You should read it as 'idjit'."

Castiel chuckled and joined him, taking turns at eating the soup.

It was thick tomato soup, filled with pasta and vegetables. They ate the entire thing in less than half an hour.

"We should have saved some up." Dean said, while he happily laid back in the grass.

Castiel shrugged. "I don't see why. It tastes best when it's warm and we needed the food."

"So what's up next?" Dean said, for the show. They knew what was up next.

"Back to the river? To get water?" Castiel played along. Thank God.

Dean nodded. "Sleep first," He yawned.

"I'll take the first watch," Castiel offered.

Dean thankfully rolled up, his back against a tree and his face turned away from his friend.