As Dean walked around, he found it slightly strange that had yet to run into another tribute since his meeting with Ruby and her lap dogs. Dean glanced down at the naroy empty water bottle; so far he had managed to drink two in one day and he cursed himself for it. He didn't know where to find water in the arena just yet, and it was stupid of him to drink the water before he could even find a good source to fill up his water bottles.

But he had been drinking nothing but water and beer since he first came into Panema, and now his body was screaming at him to drink the water he knew he had. It was a curse, and while Dean was still angry at himself for it, he was trying not to hate himself for it.

Dean glanced up at the sky and was surprised to see that it was darkening; had it really gotten that late since when the games first began? Dean looked around him, trying to find a good, sturdy tree that he could stay the night and be safe until morning. So far, the canon had been shot off twice since the beginning of the games; once in the very beginning, and once a few minutes after Dean had left Ruby and her hell hounds. Dean smiled to himself as he thought about this new fact; it meant that Ruby was taking him seriously.

Dean found the tree he was looking for and climbed up its thick branches and settled himself into a crook the branches had formed naturally, almost like it was made to house a small human, or a human who could curl themselves up to fit. Dean smiled grimly as he settled in; it was likely that even the tree had been manipulated by Panema to fit the needs of everyone. He wondered if all the trees were like this, or if he had simply gotten lucky.

Dean put a hand to his stomach when it growled loudly. He gave a small huff of laughter when he again realized the irony of his hunger. He was reminded of Sam again, and he hoped desperately that Castiel and Jo had kept their side of the agreement and kept Sam well fed. Dean would have hated to find out that Sam had starved while Dean ate luxurious food.

So Dean went into the blue pack and pulled out a package of crackers; his stomach rumbled as he opened it and began to munch on the first cracker. No matter how much or how loudly his stomach rumbled, Dean refused to eat quickly. Shoving down food meant that Dean wouldn't pay attention to how much was left and with how much water he had left, running out of food could mean his defeat in the game. So Dean watched the sky turn from a dark orange to a medium blue, night obviously setting in.

Dean's minded drifted to Charlie and he wondered if she had made it through the first day. A part of Dean hoped that she was still alive; she seemed to be a fighter and Dean was hoping that she had lived to see this beautiful change of colors in the sky. Another part of Dean hoped that she had died; her death would mean that he wouldn't have to fight her later on and honestly, Dean wasn't so sure anymore if he could kill Charlie if it came down to it.

Panema's national anthem began to play and Dean eagerly watched the sky, feeling both nervous and excitement at who had died that day. A distant part of Dean felt disgusted that he was actually excited to see who had died, but Dean was sure to push that feeling far, far away.

If he was going to survive, then he needed to lose his moral code for right now.

The deaths came in order of Districts and not of who died first, so Dean wasn't too sure on who had managed to be the weakest link. The first tribute that popped up was Lilith, from District 3. Dean was surprised, but he also admired Ruby's ambition.

It seemed like she really did kill one of her goons.

The second tribute was from District 10, and it was someone who Dean didn't recognize. The national anthem went off one more time before turning off completely, making the arena seem so much quieter without the blaring music playing from the sky.

Dean sighed and settled himself for some sleep.

It was going to be a long night.

X.x.x

"Dean."

Dean stirred slightly as he heard his name whispered in his ear, but he didn't open his eyes.

"Dean."

Now that the whisper became slightly louder, Dean opened one eye and saw Castiel sitting next to him, his head cocked slightly to the left and a small smile playing upon his small, pink lips. Dean opened his other eye and smiled fondly back at the slightly older man.

"Good morning Cas."

Dean hummed, his smile growing slightly. Castiel bit his lip unconsciously as he leaned down slowly. "I've been awake for hours, waiting for you." Castiel said in a hushed tone, rubbing Dean's nose softly with his own. Dean closed his eyes in contentment and pecked Castiel on the nose.

"Sorry my little honey bee, I've been super tired lately."

Castiel giggled and snuggled into Dean's arms. "I know, I've just been a little lonely lately. You never visit me anymore." Dean pulled Castiel close to him and buried his nose in Castiel's neck.

"Baby, you know that's not true."

Castiel hummed in agreement, and instead of pursuing the topic he laced fingers with Dean's on his hip. "I know, I'm sorry. I understand why you can't see me." Dean planted little kisses on Castiel's neck, trailing around to his chin.

"I'm sorry Cas. But I couldn't see you; it hurt too much. Made me miss home too much, made me miss you." Castiel turned his head, his dark blue eyes staring into Dean's bright green ones.

"I've already said that I forgive you Dean."

"Will you forgive me when I become a monster and kill people?"

"Oh Dean, I will always love you. You should know that."

Castiel pressed his forehead to Dean's and Dean took a deep breath, squeezing Castiel softly.

"I know. It's just hard. I'm afraid to see you when I come back. What if you don't love me anymore?"

Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean's neck and pressed his body closer to Dean's. "Even if the real me doesn't love you, you know that I love you. Isn't that enough?" Dean hesitated slightly before nodding in agreement.

"It's enough."

Castiel smiled and pressed their lips together, the kiss being soft and sweet. Dean wanted nothing more than to push Castiel into the bed roughly and kiss him harshly, but he took his time to savor this moment between them. There was plenty of time to ravish Castiel later, but there was only one for their moment of peace.

After a few moments Castiel pulled away and stared into Dean's eyes, affection and love very prominent in his eyes. "It's time to wake up Dean. You have to go back into the arena and win, for me, and for Sam. You made a promise."

Castiel pressed another small kiss on Dean's lips before pulling away again.

"Know that I love you always."

Castiel whispered as he started to fade away.

Always.

The word echoed softly in Dean's ears as he slowly opened his eyes. It was morning and sunlight was streaming through the trees leaves and onto Dean's face. Dean felt his heart wrench in his chest as he realized that he wasn't with Castiel, but there was plenty of time for that later.

For now, Dean got up and strapped his bags into his back. He needed to find that running water, and he needed to find it soon if he was ever going to survive. That last water bottle would only last him for so long, and Dean knew that if he could find the water, he would survive.

Dean hopped down from the tree and began his day.

Again.

X.x.x

Dean rested for a moment, his feet tired from walking. It was the second day of being in the games, and Dean was already in pain. This sucked for him, but he was going to suck it up and not complain, because he was Dean Winchester damn it, and that's what Winchester's do.

Dean perked up for a moment; was that the sound of running water? Dean quickly stood to his feet and stood very still, closing his eyes so he could concentrate better on the noise. Soon Dean opened his eyes and smiled widely.

It was running water!

He was saved!

Dean quickly sent into a run, and burst through a bush to show a small clearing.

The clearing had a few trees, but most importantly, the river. The river was about five feet across Dean estimated, and it was flowing like no body's business.

Dean smiled to himself and took a few steps into the clearing, taking his bags off his back so he could get the empty water bottles and fill them to the brim before drinking as much as he wanted and then repeating that cycle.

Until he was suddenly knocked to the ground.

Dean's breath was squashed from his lungs as soon as his body hit the ground, and he let out a loud humph as the wind was knocked from his lungs. Dean saw stars when his attacker suddenly started punching him repeatedly in the face, and for a spilt second, Dean thought he was going to die right there.

Until he remembered where he was.

Dean quickly threw his elbow up and connected it to the side of his attackers face, making his attacker yell out in pain. Dean took this short moment of weakness go roll over, keeping his attacker between his legs. Now Dean was sitting on the other guys chest, and punching him in the face. The other man, slightly smaller than Dean, kept trying to attack Dean by scratching at Dean's chest, and while Dean felt pain from this, it didn't stop him from repeatedly slamming his fist into the other guys face. The attacker was thrashing wildly, trying to throw Dean off of him, but Dean was too strong and held his ground well.

As his attacker tried to thrust upwards to throw Dean off of him, Dean groped around until he felt a rather large rock, the size of his fist. He quickly grabbed the rock and slammed it down on the attackers head. Blood pored onto Dean's hands and squirted onto his face, but Dean didn't stop slamming that rock down.

Not until the body stopped moving.

Dean heard a Canon shoot and he knew that his attacker was dead. He dropped the rock and rolled off the body, breathing heavily. His heart hammered inside of his chest, but whether from adrenaline or guilt, he had no idea.

Dean had just killed his first person.

Hey everyone!

surprise! That's your surprise! A bit more Destiel and Dean's first killing. What did you think of it? Got an idea for his next victim? Left me know in the comments!

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