Hi again! Another update, yay. later than the other two through, sorry for that. I'm not exactly happy with this chapter but eh. Thank you if you haven't already given up on my terrible writing skills.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games or Supernatural, all the rights belong to Suzanne Collins and Eric Kripke.
"C'mon Alastair, do it!" The delighted laughter of Lilith dragged Dean to the ground. Both of his arms were pinned to his side, and when Dean looked up he saw the gruesome face of Alastair.
"Dean-o, so glad we could meet again."Alastair grinned, placing his knees on both of his arms.
"We have a bit of unfinished business, don't we?" Alastair grinned up to Lilith, who smiled back with that smile that seemed too big for her face.
He struggled to get free, only to be pinned down harder, making him yelp in pain.
"Aw, look at him, trying to get free. It's a lost cause, Winchester. We got you now." The bitter sweet voice of Lilith said. Only it didn't sound like Lilith. Dean looked up in confusion, and saw Jo smiling at him.
"Jo! Jo, please don't." Dean begged, trying to shift away from his captors.
A hand was placed beneath his face, and he was pulled back by Castiel, who now sat in the place where Alastair had just sat a moment ago. He felt a silver knife tearing the skin of his neck, and while he was gurgling he heard the two of them laugh.
Dean wakes up with a gasp, and for a moment he could swear he tastes the iron taste of blood on his tongue. Pushing away his blankets, he struggled to get out of his bed. The feeling of the cold floor against his feet pressed the nightmare further away. The clock on the other side of the room tells him it's just a bit over 3 AM.
"So much for sleep," Dean mutters to himself, shivering as the cold air of the night hit him.
Moving to close the window, Dean stops himself the last second as the smell of a forest hit him. It smells nothing like the salty taste of the sea that always hung around district four, Dean notes. And not for the first time since he left district four, Dean wonders how far away he already is from his home, and how much closer he is to the Capitol.
Dean knows that soon he has to slip back into his act of Dean Winchester, womanizer and proud victor of district four. And for a moment he wonders if he could do that for another year.
Dean is never going to get used to his prep team prodding at him. However, this time they do so in silence. Of all people he has to say goodbye to, he hadn't expect that his prep team would be the one who would cry the most.
'Why the long faces? This ain't gonna be the last time you see me." He winks, hoping that they would stop. God, he is the one that is about to get send out to kill people.
That only seems to sadden them more, or maybe it's the fact that after the games they wouldn't be able to say that they are the prep team of Dean Winchester.
When his stylist walks in he wants to scream, even she looks like she is about to cry. The clothes – if he really could call it that – exist about nothing more than a net that is wrapped around his middle, just so that you don't see anything while you also see everything. His stylist says she needs to do a thing or two and promises to meet him at the correction centre. In the elevator he gives himself a second to prepare himself, to slip into the role he had mastered over the years. He hates how easy it goes now. The elevator ride is quick, and as soon he steps out, he forces a cocky grin and winks at stylists who look at him with affection. He does the same at the other victors who look at him annoyed. On his way he snatches up some sugar cubes for the horses.
He soon notices Katniss Everdeen, standing alone beside the horses of her carriage. He strolls casually over to the horses, feeding them a sugar cube. He pops a sugar cube in his own mouth, and smirks at the girl on fire.
"Hello, Katniss," he says, as if they have known each other for years.
"Hello, Dean," she tries to respond as casually as he did, but fails.
"Want a sugar cube?" He asks, leaning a bit against the horse. He got really good at this act.
"No thanks, I'd love to borrow your outfit sometime, though."
Dean smirks, and is about to respond as he notices Castiel.
Careful to not break his act, he casually waves Cas over. Castiel is dressed in an outfit of a farmer, with dirt on it like he just came from the field.
"Dude, what are you even wearing?" He chooses to ignore that the black eye is still visibly under all the layers of make-up and dirt.
"My stylist has an, ah, interesting choice in clothes." Cas answers, tugging at his sleeves. Castiel looks up at Katniss, who looks at Castiel with interest. She had probably seen Castiel on the day of the reaping too.
"It's a real honor to meet you, Katniss Everdeen." Castiel says, and stares maybe a bit to concentrated at her, that it almost becomes creepy.
"Ahw Cas, don't get all flirty with her, you know she's engaged – really sorry that you had to blow that one off by the way." He says to Katniss.
"Oh there comes her husband to be, we better go. Bye girl on fire." He pulls Cas away, and winks at Katniss.
Once he has pulled Castiel all the way to his carriage, he turns to look at his best friend. Breaking the act he smiles at his best friend.
"Man, it is good to see you." He says, pulling Castiel in a hug, which he returns after a moment of considering.
"If we had only met under other circumstances."
"Yeah, well there is always something. Have you seen Jo yet?"
"No not yet, she should arrive her soon though."
Before Jo joins them Bobby is already making his way towards them, followed by Becky, who seems delight to have so many victors around her.
"Bobby."Castiel gives him a nod, he gets a tap on the hat in return.
Becky gasps at Castiel's outfit. "You look adorable."She fusses, whilst Dean rolls his eyes.
"Yeah, they're really to die for." He agrees sarcastically. At the glare he gets from Castiel, he can't help but to say: "No really, I would kill for that outfit."
Then he looks around the centre once more, seeing tributes already climbing up their carriage.
"Well it looks like we won't see Jo yet. I think you should go back to your place." He says towards Castiel, who quickly shuffles away from Becky.
"I'll see you, Dean." He says in goodbye.
As Dean climbs up the cart next to Missouri, he does a quick sweep of the room. Then he notices Jo, standing next to Ashe. He snorts at her outfit, both Jo and Ashe are dressed as trees. When Jo looks at him he mouths: 'nice outfit'. She responds with her middle finger.
The carriages begin to ride, and he can already hear the shouts of exciting from the Capitol as soon as district 1 disappears from the correction centre. Looking ahead of himself he puts on his best smile, and dreads the moment he has to face the people of the Capitol again.
So this chapter is done.. Sorry that the chapters are so short , I will try and chance that in the future.
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Bye, and I hopefully see you next time :).
P.S: Anyone excited for the new episode thursday?