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Chapter 4
"You're Dean, right?" Cas asked Dean as he guided Dean through the forest.
"Yeah. I don't know your name. Mind running it by me?" Dean kept his head low. Suspicion rose in his stomach about this guy. Nobody from District 1 was this nice. It was a miracle that Dean partially accepted his kindness.
"My name is Castiel. Im from District 1." Castiel said obediently.
Weird name, Dean thought. "Ah so a Career?" Dean joked. He knew Castiel was a Career, but teasing with this boy could be fun.
"I don't really like labels." Castiel grunted. "I wouldn't say I'm like the others." He smiled shyly towards Dean, who continued to stare at the soil covered ground.
"Is that so? Why?" Dean was curious about this guy. Not only did he help Dean, he hated being a career, something that the majority of the Districts would kill for.
"Its just...not who I am. I would rather be caring towards others than stab them. Although, you did see me stab that other boy previously. I am sorry for that. I only kill when necessary." Cas explained. He motioned for Dean to follow him into a secluded cavern. Dean followed behind him, clutching his wounded shoulder.
"Nah. Don't apologize for killing him. Its the freaking Hunger Games after all. You saved me."
They crouched down on the cold, stone floor. Cas opened the backpack he had received at the cornucopia. The backpack contained ordinary survival items. Matches, water, freeze dried food, and rope.
"Thats it?" Cas grunted disappointedly.
"What? You thought there would be an eight course feast in there? Were not in District 1 anymore, Cas. They want you to die."
"I understand that." Cas muttered. "I just hoped there would be some sort of aid for your wound. How is it?"
"Fine." Dean breathed out. His jacket was stained with dark, red blood. The wound was not too bad, but he had lost a fair amount of blood. "I'll live. At least, for now."
"Don't say that." Cas interjected. "You have made the impression on me that you are a very skilled hunter. At training, I was positive that you would win the Games.
"Well thanks. I gotta make money somehow, and hunting comes naturally to me. But you gotta give credit to yourself. They trained you well too. I saw you knock out that trainer in one punch. Nice."
"The District trains everyone to master that. I am not superior to the rest of the tributes. At this point, Im digging my own grave." Cas admitted. His attention was to a circle in the dirt he had carved with his fingernail.
"No, Cas. You seem like a nice guy. I'll help you." Dean patted Cas' shoulder lightly.
"Cas..." Cas ignored Deans offer. "A shortened version of my name?"
"Yeah..." Dean hesitated for a moment, then repeated, "Cas."
"I like it." Cas smiled.
"So, Dean," Cas began, "I presume you are here with your brother."
"Yeah. Sammy." Dean thought about Sam. If he was okay. Or even alive.
"Have you decided to go separate ways?" Cas asked.
"Only for now." Dean explained, "We're gonna meet up at the river later tonight. Stash all of the goodies we managed to get."
"I see. And you are going to help each other?"
"Yeah of course. Thats what family's for. But now, you're part of the family, Cas. You can tag along with us." Dean looked towards Cas who grinned widely.
"Thank you, Dean. That's very kind of you." Cas said.
"Well yeah you know. The Hunger Games are all about generosity..." Dean grinned.
"Yes." Cas chuckled.
A distant clash arose from the front of the cavern. Cas stood upright as he positioned his weapon at chest height, as he was trained to do.
Dean stood up with him, weaker than before. Foot steps were heard, the sound getting louder as the tribute was getting closer.
Cas ran up to the entrance behind a wall so he wasn't visible to the tribute.
"Oh tributes! Come out, come out, where ever you are!" Said a boy with a heavy british accent.
He walked into the cavern, not noticing Cas who was standing behind him.
Although the tribute could not see Cas, he spotted Dean. "Oh great! A twelvie!" The boy said. "Haven't seen the other one yet, but I'm fairly content with this one."
The tribute held out his small dagger. It was a short knife, but an intricate design was carved into the silver, which sent chills up Deans spine.
"Lets get this over with!" The boy cheered as he rose the dagger above his head.
Dean shut his eyes, accepting his destiny of death. He had no weapon to protect him, and he couldnt see Cas anymore, so Dean was sure he bailed on him.
Suddenly, Cas ran from the shadows, holding his knife below his waist.
The boy turned around, surprisingly happy to see Cas' appearance.
"Im sorry, Balthazar." Cas whispered as he plunged the knife into Balthazar's' heart.
His eyes went a dull gray as he clutched Cas' arm. "Cas..." He gasped.
And then, his body went cold.
