Sorry it took so long to finish this. I'm still getting the plot straight in my head, and school got in the way. More notes at the end.

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Dank musk pervaded the air, and coupled with the stifling darkness, it would be enough to make anyone choke with sheer paranoia and fear. The forest was alight with various sounds of the wild; screeching, howling, and crooning made up a cacophony of harsh, ear-splitting noises.

The cloaked figure paid no heed to the pandemonium. A key dangled from its neck. The dark, cloaked figure was humming, proud of its accomplishment. The cloaked figure loitered around the forest path, awaiting the arrival of its cohort.

A flash of blue light, and another dark silhouette emerged. The dark shape took in its surroundings, and its presence exuded confidence and disdain. The symphony of animal calls did not stop.

"Good evening, Liesmith." the first figure greeted pleasantly.

"Indeed. Have you taken the Hate Being's essence and put it in a key?" the second dark figure asked.

"Yes. He is the last lost soul. We can now harvest the weapon for our revenge."

"I suppose. I take it Crowley has still not arrived?"

"No. He's too busy playing Capitol counselor."

The clamor continued. A man in a black suit and pristine shoes appeared from nowhere, startling the first figure.

"Crowley, you're late." The first figure scolded.

"So was he, yet I didn't hear you chew out Mr. Silvertongue over there." Crowley said, miffed.

"Enough of this prattling. Lady Morgana, if you would please place the last lost soul on the last druid." the second figure snapped.

Crowley stepped back in mock astonishment, before saying, "What? You got him? He was a tough bugger even when we stole his gummi whatever. Killed most of my hellhounds, that one. And you killed him?"

"I am a sorceress. A witch. He was a fair match, but I was much stronger." Morgana retorted, affronted. "However, he started laughing uncontrollably for some reason." Morgana admitted.

"Lady Morgana, you will place the final soul on it's corresponding sacrifice. Crowley, continue with whatever shenanigans you do in your spare time. This was an update. I will continue with the plan, and you must still uphold your part, Crowley." the second figure said.

"Very well, Trickster." Morgana replied.

"I don't take orders from you, Loki." Crowley said.

Loki tilted his head, blue eyes glowing in the darkness, through the ceaseless noise of the forest, and smiled.

It was dawn. Dean was still in a state of half-sleep, crouched and curled up on the cold ground with his own arm as a pillow, wrapped in a warm blanket he stole from one of the houses. Sam was huddled into a ball near the fire, actually asleep, and also under a stolen blanket. A few days had passed since their pillaging, and at this point, Sam, Dean, and Cas had nothing to do aside from be painfully anxious about Bobby and about leaving. Katniss kept getting the food, and Dean and Sam almost started taking lessons on hunting, before realizing they wouldn't have enough ammo later if they contributed. Whatever 'later' entailed.

Cas was troubled, face drawn in a dark expression while he brooded by the fire. Katniss observed his tense shoulders quietly, while trying her hardest to contain her body heat. Lately, the nights had grown colder, and soon they would have to sleep together to stay warm. The two of them had shared expressions of consternation, though they weren't worried about the same things.

"If Bobby is stuck in between worlds, then time may have stopped or passed differently for him, meaning he may still be alive." Katniss shivered. She tugged her jacket closer to her body. "And considering that he should have tried to escape and has not arrived here," Cas continued, "it is likely that he is either trapped or he got lost and could be anywhere in the worlds by now. It seems the gummi blocks was not meant for him, but he was simply dragged into this mess because he was with Sam and Dean at the time. I am beginning to suspect that the reason we cannot leave is not because the forest confuses us, but rather that a spell has been cast to prevent us from escaping."

"Is that so." Katniss said. 'How much longer can I support this group's enormous appetite? The animals will be more reluctant to go outside when it is getting colder.' Katniss thought.

"I had sensed some magic here, but I had assumed it was the magic of the forest. It seems it is specific to us, and it confuses us as soon as we try to escape. I have tried flying away from here, but I landed hazardously on the ground ten feet away from where I started."

Dean heard it vaguely and recalled the memory. It was more apt to say that Cas disappeared and landed ten feet away from where he started as a pile of ridiculous trench coat and awkward limbs. He chuckled, though wasn't really conscious of doing it.

Katniss, unsure if he expected a response from her, simply asked, "How are you not cold?"

If one listened for it, one could faintly hear Dean snorting in amusement in the midst of his drowsiness.

Cas heard it. But of course, it was because he was an angel, nothing else.

Despite the assumption that Bobby would be nearly starving to death or lost somehow, Bobby was a hunter. And not just of the supernatural. He could work on making a bridge and also take breaks for a snack, thanks to his gun and his fire-making skills. The sky had remained dark for the entirety of Bobby's stay, but Bobby estimated by his watch that it had been eight days since he was trapped here. He couldn't tell at all; he just ate when he was hungry and slept when he was tired. Honestly, it felt like it had been only two days since he was trapped here. Nevertheless, he was just about done with the bridge, and all that was needed was to place and assemble it. Bobby hefted the end of his makeshift bridge and brought it closer to the edge of the island. Stars twinkled through the chasm, but Bobby did not bother to think too deeply on it. Bobby took a deep breath, still clutching the end of the bridge, and chucked.

The bridge end landed squarely on the cliff of the other side. With care not to disturb his work in fear of it being dislodged into the abyss below, Bobby nudged his end of the bridge into alignment.

Slowly, just to test the bridge's stability, Bobby leaned over it. He crawled on top, before cautiously, carefully rising to his feet. He walked over the planks deliberately, even though he'd tested it's sturdiness a million times. Bobby had confidence he wouldn't fall, but things can happen. Just like when he lost use of his legs. Bobby's still sour about that.

Eventually, he reached the end of his goddamned bridge, which took a lot of time apparently, and the culmination of his efforts took a total of 37 seconds. It didn't feel like a lot of time, but that's besides the point. Once his feet touched the ground of the original forest, Bobby took off into a sprint, or at least an approximation of one. The forest instantly transformed into how it was that night, silence invasive and stifling. Hurriedly, Bobby rushed back to the fork and when the opposite way. He hoped there wasn't another fork in the road, because then he might never find the boys. Bobby refused to admit it, but he was worried and anxious. Who knew what could have happened to those idjits when he wasn't there to keep watch over them?

Bobby ran, and ran, and ran, without realizing that signs of wildlife actually began to appear. Bobby did notice when the sky went bright with the light of dawn, and he stumbled over something. Something that gave a very girly squawk.

Apparently, that something was one Sam Winchester, who did not appreciate being awoken by being tripped on, even when it was by someone he had been worried sick about for the past few days. Dean woke up across from Sam, and immediately started laughing from relief and the imagery. Cas reminded himself to ask Dean why having an middle-aged man, whom they've been anxious to find for several days, fall on top of your brother was funny.

Katniss, who was about to draw her bow, noticed these distinctly un-unhappy reactions and assumed the man was Bobby. She relaxed her muscles and went back to brooding by the fire. 'I don't understand men.' Katniss realized.

Dean and Sam stood up, and Cas sighed and appeared next to them. To Katniss' surprise, Dean took out a knife and cut himself with it, then took a flask from his back pocket and splashed water all over his face. He splashed Castiel's face, Sam's face, and the older man's face, before putting it back into his pocket. He handed the knife to Bobby, who also cut himself with it, who also gave it to Sam, who repeated the actions. After all of them had cut their arms and wiped their faces, they smiled at each other. Dean and Sam moved to hug the older man, clasping Bobby's shoulder and talking avidly. Katniss couldn't hear all the words, but Bobby started yelling profanities at Sam and Dean, who instead of looking offended, laughed and wore intense grins of relief.

Katniss really didn't understand their rituals, but she could tell that this Bobby meant a lot to the three of them. Katniss coveted their friendship. Her relationships weren't so loving. The only people she trusted was Peeta, Gale, Prim, and Cinna. Peeta loved her, and so did Gale, and they both made her uncomfortable. She had no idea what to do with them. Cinna was in the Capitol.

Fear washed through her once again. Was Prim worrying about her? Was her mother and Gale taking care of her? Are they managing through the harsh living conditions of the 12th District? The only good thing she could find of this situation was that she was at least a whole world away from the tensions between her friends and the Tour. Maybe she could miss it. But the Capitol would start searching for her. That wasn't a comforting thought. If they were searching for her, they would go immediately to her family and interrogate them, maybe even threaten them. Katniss felt herself go cold, even more than she already was, and she added more kindling to the fire.

"Please... Let them be alright." Katniss prayed. She didn't know who she was praying to, or what praying was about, but Castiel did it every night. Katniss had seen others do it back in District 12, but she had always believed it to be a hopeless wish. Now, she didn't know what to think, but anxiety gnawed at her very being, despair growing by the days. Katniss kept her stoic demeanor intact and soldiered on.

Okay, I admit I'm not very good at this writing thing, but I'm going to try to get some character development and moral dilemmas and epic battle scenes in here. I'm trying. I'm thinking. Calm the fuck down, man.

Also, guess who? Yep, Loki! Which Loki? Loki! What, Avengers!Loki or Supernatural!Witness Protection!Loki? Wait for it.

This story may have ships crawling in, but I probably wont write that much about it. I might have some references or teasing at some relationships if you squint. You can pretend it's totally platonic, and you might not even see it with shipper goggles.

Once more, please review. I want to know if I'm doing well in an area or bad in another. Especially characterization! I find that really important, and if you readers could please just type something up in a review, it would really help. Anyway, thanks for reading. Bye, and hope to see you next chapter.