Dean stared down at the ground, his body rigid like a rock. His hand was laced tightly with Charlie's, who was also keeping quiet. After two days of training it was finally time for them to perform in front of the game keepers, so they would determine who had the most reason to live. Dean would never admit it out loud, but he was actually extremely nervous; a group of people who he had never met before would determine whether he lived or died since supplies were one of the most important things a tribute could receive in the arena. Without those lifelines from the Capitol, most tributes would be dead within a few days given their injuries and status.

Charlie glanced over at Dean and gave his hand a soft squeeze. "Dean, I'm scared." Charlie whispered, her eyes darting back down to the ground. Dean wrapped an arm around her and held her close to his body. He couldn't tell her that everything would be alright; for all he knew, Charlie could be dead within a few days. But, Dean did know that what he could do was give her physical comfort and let her know that he was there when she needed him.

It honestly made Dean sad, these moments with Charlie. He considered Charlie to be his best friend, despite only knowing her for a few days; and that's what made these moments harder. They were going to be thrown into the arena tomorrow; meaning that they could be dead within the week. Hell, Charlie could be the one who pulls the knife across his neck. Dean knew that having this friendship with Charlie was dangerous, but a part of him couldn't help it. She was the closest thing to home, and she understood exactly what he was feeling. Dean was drawn to her and she was drawn to him; there was nothing that could be done about it.

"Dean Winchester, District 12!"

Dean and Charlie looked up to see a peacekeeper standing by the door. Dean turned to Charlie, who squeezed his hand tightly. "I'll be out here, but I'll meet you up at the apartment, okay? Good luck Dean." Dean pressed his forehead to Charlie's and they shared a moment of the two of them sitting like that, their foreheads pressed together. After a moment Dean pulled away and kissed the top of her head.

"I'll see you up there."

X.x.x

When Dean entered the living room, he spotted Charlie, Bobby, and Becky all sitting in front of the TV; Charlie and Becky on the couch, Bobby on a recliner, a flask already to his lips. Charlie spotted Dean and grinned widely.

"Dean! Come sit down, their announcing the results from today!"

Dean grinned back at Charlie and slowly made his way to the couch. He flopped onto the couch between Becky and Charlie, and Charlie instantly curled into him. Scores were already being shown; the highest score so far was a ten for Ruby from District 1; Dean smiled when he saw that Ben got a score of 7, and frowned when Crowley got a ten as well as Ruby. Dean smirked to himself, knowing that Ruby was probably fuming about it right then.

"Charlie Bradbury, District 12: 8."

Charlie let out a huge breath of relief; Becky gently patted Charlie on her shoulder, Dean gave Charlie a saucy wink, and even Bobby gave a small smile and grunt of approval. They all got quiet though when Dean's picture flashed on screen.

"Dean Winchester, District 12: 12."

Everyone in the room (except Dean of course) had their jaws dropped. No tribute in the whole history of the Hunger Games ever got a perfect score. It was thought to be impossible; Dean must have either done something truly amazing that really impressed the game keepers, or the game keepers really wanted Dean dead; though Dean suspected the former. Charlie whirled around to face Dean, fire lit up in her eyes.

"Dean what the hell did you do in there to get a perfect score!?"

She screamed, gently beating her fist on Dean's chest. Dean just laughed and gave her another wink.

"Sorry Charlie, but you know that what happens in that room has to stay in that room!"

Hey everyone!

I know, it's a little short, but the next few chapters will be longer, I promise! Anyways, how are you guys liking the story? Am I doing alright? Let me know in the comments!

So this is the day before they're launched into the arena, and you know what that means...

THE HUNGER GAMES BEGIN!

I'm super excited to start writing that, and I can't wait to see your responses!

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-ImmaSlytherout