First of all: Sorry that I haven't uploaded this story in a while! I had some busy weeks, but now I have an one week long vacation, so I will probably update again soon :).
Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games nor Supernatural, otherwise Finnick would've survived and Castiel would be in more episodes.
As soon as Dean steps out of the elevator, Bobby and Becky are on top of him trying to get answers.
"How was it?"Bobby asks.
"Well, training was exciting as it ever's gonna get, I guess." He answers. After lunch, Cas had walked off with Jo, leaving him alone. He'd searched for Missouri, but he had found her making fish hooks with Seeder and Katniss, and had left them to be. Instead, he went to Ashe, who was throwing spears with Peeta. Peeta seems like a nice boy, but Dean doesn't think he could team up with him. Maybe because he reminds Dean a bit too much of Sammy. The way he had focused on the task, frowning just like Sam did when he couldn't get something right.
"Any allies?" Bobby asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Uh.." It wasn't like he hadn't looked for them. He just hasn't found them yet.
"Maybe Jo and Cas, if they wanna." Dean says, turning his head away.
He hears Bobby sigh.
"And maybe Ashe can join too, I mean if he wants too."
"Dean…"
Dean turns his head to look Bobby in the eyes.
"What?"
"You're gonna get killed this way, son."
So? Dean thinks, he's pretty sure that Bobby also knows that Dean is very likely not making it out alive.
He shrugs in answer, moving further into the apartment of district four.
"Dinner is ready in a hour." Bobby sighs in defeat.
Dean nods and moves towards his room, plucking his sweaty clothes off in the way. He pretends not to hear Becky's dreamily sigh.
After a shower, Dean makes his way towards the living room.
"Oh Dean, glad you could join us." Becky says to him with a smile.
Dean plucks down in his chair, reaching over the bread basket to get something to at least nibble on. The bread is in the form of a fish, and Dean sighs as he breaths in the smell of home.
"So, I've spoken to the other mentors, and Chaff's told me that Seeder has requested you as an ally." Bobby says to Missouri, who chews her food while looking thoughtfully.
"I'll think about it."
Bobby nods, happy that Missouri is at least thinking about making an ally, now.
"And the Capitol people are busy making bets." Bobby says to them, drinking something out of a flask that's probably not lemonade.
"The highest are on the girl from district 12." Informs Bobby them.
"They would be crazy not to, girl knows how to shoot." Missouri comments.
Dean nods his agreement.
"She really that good?" Bobby asks, curiously.
"Could hit a fly from a mile away," claims Missouri, nodding.
Bobby raises his eyebrow to Dean, "not ally worthy?"
Dean shrugs, it's not like he hadn't thought of it, he just didn't think it would work out.
"Think about it." Bobby requests, dropping his cutlery on his plate.
"Don't go to sleep too late tonight. You've training in the morning." Bobby says, and then he turns his wheelchair and rolls away.
"I'm done too." Dean says, dropping his bread on his plate. He stands up and rubs the crumbs from his shirt.
It's around 5 AM when Dean wakes up from another nightmare. His hands are by his sides as if he could still reach the drowning boy. The harsh sound of his breathing replace the echoes of the boy's gurgles for help. For a moment Dean lays still, feeling the thuds of heart slow down. Then he sits up, dragging the heels of hands over his eyes. The necklace of Sam falls on his chest. After a moment he decides to stand up, already loosening his sweaty t-shirt to shower once again.
In the shower he rubs himself clean until he can't feel the blood and mud of the nightmare anymore. Nights like this make him wonder if he should've blamed Sam for it. He scolds to himself while he turns of the shower. He couldn't blame Sam for being reaped, and he sure as hell couldn't blame Sam for the fact that he himself had murdered children in the arena. It's not like Sam didn't blame himself enough already.
He knows that he won't be able to sleep anymore. He never could after that nightmare. After a moment of picking out his training clothes, he walks towards the living room, wondering if he could get something to drink. He eyes the bottles of wine and whiskey. His fingers already edging towards the bottles, but at the last moment, he decides against it. It's not like he could drink any alcohol in the arena, after all. Instead, he wanders off to the kitchen, looking for something like Coffee. The waitress looks at him sympathetic while she brews him a cup of coffee. Folding his arms over his chest, he scolds at her. He isn't going to believe that someone from the capitol is sympathetic towards him.
After receiving his coffee he walks towards the large windows in the living room. Watching the bright nightlife of the Capitol. If he was a mentor this year, instead of a tribute, he would be partying along with the Capitol people. Flirting with everyone there. In some kind of way, he is glad that he doesn't have to do that for another year. After a moment, Dean directs his eyes towards the sky, watching the flicker of the stars in the night. He finds comfort in them, because they're the same as the ones Sam and he sometimes spend their nights gazing at.
Bobby finds him there as the sun is climbing up behind the tall buildings of the Capitol. Bobby doesn't ask if he had a nightmare, instead he nods his understanding and claps him on the shoulder. Then he rolls of to find something to eat and drink.
As Dean smells bacon, his stumach reminds him of the fact that he hadn't eaten much last night. Scretching his arms above his head, he stands up and pats after Bobby.
Uh yeah, this was kind of a filler. Sorry. I don't want them to go to the arena almost immediantly, but I also don't want to describe every training day. I think I'm going to send them to the arena around chapter 10? If not earlier..
A special thanks to Emie16! You have no idea how happy your review made me!
See you guys next time.