So new chapter, yay. So I hope you'll enjoy this chapter..

Disclamer: I don't own The Hunger Games or Supernatural. If I did, I really doubt I would spend my time writing fanfiction about it.

On the day of the reaping rain was pouring out of the sky. There weren't any boats seen on the water. The population of district four is shaking and wet from head to toe as they stand around the small roped-off area. Dean's gaze is on the bowl with three names in it.

They had all danced around the fact that the chance of Dean going to the games again was really big. There were only 3 manly victors left for district four. The fourth one had died a couple of weeks before the card for the Quarter Quell was read. The other two victors where Bobby and Vic. But Bobby hadn't been able to use his legs after he won the games, and sending a man in a wheelchair to the games wouldn't be any fun. And Vic was such a butt-kisser of the Capitol that Dean wondered if they would want Vic dead. A victor who loved the Capitol was hard to find, after all. But Dean had always been more rebelling against the Capitol, and only if they used his loved ones against him he would do what they said with his head bowed. And the things they made him do. The shudder that went through his body causes him to look down, only looking up as a flustered Becky Rosen walks up the stage. The reaping doesn't take long, Becky talks about how much she is going to miss her favorite victors. Becky had probably already written most of them off for dead.

Dean dares to take a glimpse to his side, where his family stands. John and Mary are clutching to each other for comfort, and Sam has his arms around Jess, holding her tight. He tries to send a reassuring smile their way, but by the look of it, it came more out as a grimace.

His gaze falters as Missouri is called upon the stage. Missouri walks up with her head held high, and Dean feels pride for the older woman. They had never really got on good, but the woman had some dignity in her that you couldn't help but respect. The family's from the female tributes sigh in relieve, happy that their daughter or sister isn't chosen to go to the games.

Dean bites his lips as Becky makes their way to the bowl of the male tributes. He spares a glance at Bobby, and one at Vic, who are both staring at the bowl. The steps that Becky takes seem to take longer than normal, and the seconds become hours as she slowly folds the paper open. The entire district holds their breath, just like they had done the years before. And the only sound is the rain falling down. Then the slightly wavering voice of Becky sounds loud through the speakers. "And the male tribute for district four is… Dean Winchester."

And the world collapses on itself. His mother cries out and Jess' sobs sound louder than ever before. Dean's chest feels too tight as he makes his way to the stage. For a moment Dean doesn't think he can breathe. He doesn't think the world could go on. But the rain still falls, Vic still looks relieved, and his mother still cries. And Dean is still going to the arena. Dean doesn't cry about it, instead he feels numb. He never expected to go back to the arena when he won.

"This are this year's tributes. Dean Winchester and Missouri Mossely!"
Dean barely notices that he has to shake Missouri's hand, and once that's done Dean gets pulled into the Justice Building. They're brought to the back door.

"But my family!" Dean brings out as he is shoved into the car.

"New protocol." The peacekeeper smiles at him. A cruel smile that makes his blood cook.

"No! I have to say goodbye!" Dean screams, trying to fight of the peacekeepers on him. But he is no match for four people with guns, so soon he is seated next to Becky, who seems slightly put off from the events too. Peacekeepers hurry them into the train and slam the door close. Dean swears before hanging his head to the door.

"Bye." He whispers to the district that is coming past.

No one tries to stop him when he makes his way to his room.

The lights outside are dimming when Becky calls him for dinner. For a moment he wonders what would happen if he doesn't go, if he would just let himself starve before the games even started. He decides against the idea, knowing it wouldn't be possible, and he rather wouldn't want some peacekeeper forcing food down his throat. Instead he quickly stalks out of his room, untangling the necklace he got from his brother years before.

In the dining hall, his eyes wander to the alcohol glasses, but with a stern look from Bobby he decides against it.

Dean doesn't say anything as they eat, content to have something quiet around him before he is forced into the loud and bright Capitol.

The diner, as usually, is amazing, not that Dean really notices it while he is stuffing food down his throat.

After diner, Becky suggests that they watch the reaping. Missouri doesn't even bothers to come out. When Bobby asked her she had answered that she would notice soon enough who the other tributes were. Dean sits next to Bobby with a nervous feeling. Even though he is not a believer, he sends a quick prayer that his friends are sparred.

Becky keeps glancing at him as district four comes on. No one says anything as he is called forward, and the camera focuses for a moment on his family, it even zooms in on Sam. One of the commentators says that it's really unfortunate that they have to say goodbye to their prettiest victor, another argues that they still have Castiel and Peeta.

On district seven Dean shifts forward as he sees Jo in the roped-off area.

"Let's hope the best, boy." Bobby sighs, shifting around in his wheelchair.

Neither of the two comment as Jo is called forward, but Dean's stomach drops more. Jo had been one of his best friends in the Capitol, she was one of the only ones that knew how it was to have the Capitol use you.

Becky sighs sadly, "I always liked her, had such pit in her."

Ashe is also called forward, by the commentators he is immediately written off as dead.

By the other districts no one really catches his attention. Sure, it was bad that he already knew all of them, but it was worse when it was your friend.

District eleven causes Dean to shift forward again, holding his breath as he sees Castiel. Castiel has a black eye, and they all noticed how many peacekeepers had their guns on the citizens. Dean swears when Castiel's name is called, wondering how he got so unlucky. Castiel stands next to Seeder, and before he is roughly dragged of stage, he raises his fingers in a three-finger salute. Seeder and the district follow, and the film makes a rough cut to district 12. Becky gasps in surprise.

"That boy got some fire in him."Bobby comments, and Dean nods without really realizing it.

Dean knows that Castiel's chances of survival just got a whole lot less, but he still is proud of his best friend. In district 12, Katniss Everdeen – not that anyone's surprised – gets called forward. After that Haymitch Albertney gets called forward, and Dean could swear Bobby's sighs in relieve as Peeta volunteers. One of the commentators looks like she is about to cry, because "the odds are never in the favor of the star-crossed lovers." Then they end it with the promise that "it's going to be the best games ever."

When Dean quickly stalks out of the room no one comments on it.

Well another chapter, I think I'm making saturday my usually update day, I'm not sure though.

I hope you enjoyed the chapter, and that it didn't suck to much. Feel free to comment on my grammer, or correct me on something.

I would also love to hear your thoughts about it? If you want to?

Bye, hopefully see you next time.