So I did get enough time to update this week.

Dislaimer: I don't own Supernatural nor The Hunger Games. All rights belong to Erik Kripke and Suzanne Collins.

You bleed, we crawl like animals,
But when it's over, I'm still awake

A thousand silhouettes dancing on my chest,
No matter where I sleep, you are haunting me

- Silhouettes Of Monsters And Men.

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The earth his feet run on is dark and spongy. His breathing is heavy, and he tries his best to ignore the screaming behind him, instead focusing on the sound of his feet upon the ground. The jumpsuit is already drenched in sweat.

He takes a second to look back, only to see vines and dark bushes he ran through behind him. The cornucopia isn't visible anymore, and for a moment he allows himself to stop. He lets his back fall against the wet wood of the trees. His jumpsuit scrapes against his back as he slides towards the ground. Rubbing his sweaty hand across his face, he tries to regain his breathing. He gazes around the woods while keeping a careful ear out for any suspicious sounds. He tells himself to make a plan, but all he can think about is that Missouri is dead. It seems kind of weird, that the woman who walked up the stage with her head held high, is now probably still crumpled on the ground by the cornucopia.

He swipes his hands across his face, and out of the corner of his eyes, he sees the glimmer of his weapons. Both of the metals are dulled, his sword with the mud from the ground, and his trident with the blood of a victim. He picks up his trident, and swipes it over the ground, leaving smutches of red over the moss. With the small sword he slashes through vines. He rips of the leafs with more force than necessary, then he stands up, and binds his trident with the vines to his back. Just so, that if he has to fight, he can grab his trident and throw it. Nodding to himself, he grabs his sword and the throwing knives from the ground. He hooks the throwing knives to his belt, and holds his sword in his hand. His breathing has evened out and then, with the sun as his compass, he starts to walk further again, now looking for shelter and water.

His tread begins to get heavier as he starts to get thirstier and hungrier. Already swallowing is becoming difficult and he can feel fatigue starting to creep up on him. The sun blares against his back, and he knows that he can't walk much further. So, with the energy that he has, he starts to build a small shelter in the shadow of the trees. He waves vines together and tries to make it as closed off as possible. The first canon goes off while he is busying himself with placing leaves over his shelter. He suddenly feels sick as he remembers that it is Missouri's cannon, who now officially is dead. He wonders if people will weep about her death. Some people from the Capitol will, and some of district four might. Bobby will probably drink a glass of whiskey in her honor. But Dean isn't allowed to cry, not now. So instead, he tries to act like it doesn't faze him at all, instead focusing on his small hut. He counts the cannons that follow Missouri's. After her cannon, five other follow. Which hopefully means that the Capitol citizens had enough excitement for today, and that he gets a quiet night. He crawls into his hut as the white sun starts to slip back under the horizon. He sits with his legs crossed and grabs his trident from his back. He tries to keep his eyes open, but slowly, he can feel himself nodding away.

The sound of the anthem wakes him up. He sits up startled, and then crawls towards the opening of his little shelter. The sky is already brightened with the seal of the Capitol. The anthem strains away and soon the face of Missouri feels the screen. He gulps and looks away. He looks back as soon as the face from the male of district five fills the screen. He is followed by Ava, Dean grits his teeth and tries his best to keep his face as neutral as possible. She is followed by both tributes from district eight – Cecilia and Woofs. They are followed by the female of district nine, than the seal of the Capitol comes back with the finale notes of the anthem. Then the sky goes dark expect for the moon. He sits there in silence, only broken by the sound of insects. He didn't know any of them really good expect for Missouri, but suddenly he is thinking about Cecilia who tries to dislocate three children from her shoulders, and Woofs, who didn't hear him no matter how loud he talked. But they're all dead. All gone forever.

He swipes sweat away from his eyes, and takes one last look at the moonlight before crawling back into his hut and settling in for the night. He positions himself against the back of his hut, sitting up so that he can get away any time. He stretches his legs out and groans in irritation of the warmth.

He falls asleep that way, sitting in his own sweat. The only sound around him is the cricking of the insects, and they all fall quiet too as the sound of a gong feels the sky. Dean is jarred awake by the first bang. He tries to count all the rings, and comes out on twelve.

Twelve rings, what would that signify? Maybe one for each district, or maybe it's midnight. He waits for further instructions, maybe the voice off Claudius Templesmith, inviting them to a feast. And god, doesn't that sound nice at the moment, a feast where he can get something to drink, maybe. Instead, a lighting bold strikes a large tree, and then he hears the muffled sound of rain splashing against the ground.

Rain! Which means that there is water for him to drink. He doesn't wait for one second before crawling out of his shelter. Stumbling over the vines, he decides to follow his way back to the beach by the cornucopia, maybe than he will see the rain.

The sound of rain stops as he begins to see the cornucopia in the distance. Dean slumps his shoulders in disappointment, but keeps walking in the hope that the rain left behind puddles big enough for him to get some water out. The feeling of sand underneath his feet is refreshing, and he stands still for a moment, letting the slight breeze from the water by the cornucopia run over his cheeks. The silence is ripped away by a cannon, and Dean quickly grabs his trident, searching for any tributes on the sand around him. Instead, he hears screaming coming from the jungle behind him. He positions himself towards the trees, when he suddenly hears a scream he recognizes. "JO!" He screams, running into the jungle.

His path is destructive as he rips away vines and bushes, trying to make his way towards the sound of his friend screaming. "JO! Hold on! I'm coming!" Dean shouts into the night, looking around frantically for his friend.

The sound of trampling feet comes from his right, and there he sees Jo followed by Katniss and Peeta. They all look like they´re running away from the mist behind him. The voice of Jo sounds faint as she warns him. "Dean! RUN!"

His friend cripples towards the ground, and although she warned him to run, he can't leave her there. So instead, he runs towards his friend. She jerks as he tries to pick her up. "Dean go, the fr-frog." She doesn't need to finish her sentence as the frog swirls around him.

He screams out in agony as blisters starts to form on his skin. "SON OF A BITCH!" He shouts out, forcing himself to bow down to pick his friend up. Then he starts to follow Katniss and Peeta down the hills, towards the beach. His legs spasms and he drops his sword. He stumbles but manages to regain his footing, running faster as the frog licks his back. Time seems to lose its meaning as the frog swirls through his thoughts. Tears start to form in his eyes and only the last need of survival makes him stumble further. Nothing makes sense, and soon he feels himself stagger to the ground, with Jo trapped under him. Jo groans and tries to push him off.

He manages to drag himself of her and then he sees the wall of white frog behind him. The frog presses itself higher, as if there is glass between them and the frog. He collapses to his knees. "It-it stopped." He stutters out.

The others seem to understand, because they all turn their head towards the white wall of mist, now looking like it is being dragged up into the sky. They lie there, gaping and twitching as they watch the frog disappears into the night, only leaving behind the moon. Not for one moment does he think the possible tread that Katniss and Peeta could form for him as he lies there. After a few minutes pass, Peeta vaguely gestures upwards. "Mon-hees." He gasp.

Dean follows his twitching finger and soon sees two monkeys sitting on branches above them.

"We-we need to move." Jo breaths out, pointing towards other monkeys that are making their way towards the branches.

Dean nods, and soon he begins to drag himself towards the opening of the jungle, towards the beach. Soon Katniss and Peeta start to follow him, and after them, Jo. Twitching they crawl their way towards the beach.

As soon as he feels the warm sand under his hands, he collapses into himself, letting his breathing even out against the yellow sand.

He only manages to lift his head as Peeta starts to struggle to get on his knees, only to crawl into the water surrounding the Cornucopia. Katniss starts to follow, and they both wash themselves clean while groaning. "The water- it helps." Katniss groans out.

When Dean finally manages to crawl next to them, Katniss and Peeta are already in the water, and Jo is being helped by them. He hesitates before dipping his hand into the warm, salty water. He hisses and jerks back as if he touched a open flame. He looks at his hand, as if expecting it to be on flames. Instead, he sees wisps of white mist come out of his wounds. Hesitating, he lets his entire arm sag into the water. He bits his lips from keeping of screaming out. When he sees a milky subsistence leek into the blue water, he slowly starts to drag himself further and further into the water. The pain is torturous, and for a moment he thinks he might black out. But he keeps pulling himself further into the water until he is sitting next to Jo.

Peeta and Katniss are both out of the water, instead repositioning their weapons together on the beach. They seem to be whispering to each other, but Dean pays them no attention as he watches the frog escape from his wounds.

"Thank you." Jo gasps out.

Dean barely finds enough energy to nod, and instead lets his head fall back on the slightly wet sand. They sit there in silence, cleaning themselves. When Jo is entirely clean, she turns to look at him. And for the first time in the light of the moon, he notices the tears in her eyes.

"Ashe is dead." She whispers into the night, with her fingers in front of her mouth. The sound of small waves wisps away her words, and Dean shakes his head in denial. "He is- he was hit the hardest by the frog. He couldn't move anymore. I – I had to leave him, Dean." Only then does she turn to him, and Dean feels tears form in his eyes.

"I'm sorry." He breaths, and Jo nods, turning to gaze towards the moon.

"He probably wasn't going to make it." Jo whispers to herself, letting her hands glide through the water.

Dean isn't sure if she wants him to deny it, or agree with it. "I'm sorry." He repeats instead. Looking towards the moon as well.

Their moment of silence is broken by Peeta, who offers Jo her axe. "We're going to get some water, do you guys want to come, too?"

Dean looks at Jo questionly, and when she agrees with a small nod, he agrees as well. Climbing out of the water, he hangs his trident back into his self-made holder out of vines. He hoses Jo out of the water as well.

They all stand in silence for a while. Katniss has her bow in her hand, and Dean's hand is close enough to grab his trident if he has too.

"Let's go to the place the mist was, shall we?" Jo says. When all of the gazes turn to her, she shrugs and moves her hair out of her face. "The frog is gone, it probably is one of the places other tributes are least likely to be at the moment."

After a moment, they all agree and make their way towards the trees in silence, and Dean suddenly notices how much his wounds have start to itch, he glances at the others to see that they're scratching their wounds too.

Katniss scoffs, "Don't scratch, you'll only bring infection."

Dean sighs, but tries to not scratch his face again, the rest of the way they walk in silence again. By the tree, Peeta makes the hole somewhat bigger before Katniss unwraps a spile from the parachute she had bonded around her belt, and dean can't help but gawk. "You guys got a spile? How?" He asks, and he can already feel fresh water run down his throat.

"Sponsorship." Jo declares, looking just as thirsty as he is.

"Awesome." Dean breaths, watching as Katniss carefully places the spile into the tree so she doesn't damages it.

Dean laughs out loud as water begins to run out of the tree. Each waiting their turn, they all get to gulp down a few handfuls. Dean even gets the change to wash the sand out of his hair.

Later, when they're all clean, They decide to put a camp up on the beach, with Katniss and Peeta taking the first watch. Dean and Jo both shuffle down into the sand, trying to make themselves comfortable. In the end, Jo ends up lying with her head down his arm, and he supports his own head by making a small head support out of sand.

"Don't think this means anything, Winchester." Jo jokes next to him, and Dean sighs mockily. Short after that, Jo's breath starts to even out, and soon Dean follows her into dreamland.

So yeah, another chapter!

I first of all want to say, that no. This story isn't going to be Jo/Dean. That last part was written, and I just liked it so I decided to keep it in. But this story is going to focus on Dean, and besides some side pairings ( John/Mary, Jess/Sam and maybe Gabriel/Kali.) It is going to be Gen.

Second, Did you guys know that I was planning to kill Jo off in this chapter? Yeah I was.. But then I thought, I better keep her alive for now so she survived. But Ashe did die. :(.

I find Jo's dialogue really hard to write, because she really wasn't given a lot of screen time, and so I can't really do her charactar justice. She's fun to write because of that too.

Big, big shout out to: SweetChick621, morgannotmeagan, Emie16 and the real world is scary, your reviews made me so happy!

Uhh so my trip to germany was nice, if anyone was wondering, first I thought I wouldn't be able to update, but today I felt like writting so I wrote this.

This chapter probably has a shit tone of mistakes, because its 02:21 while I'm editing this. So, sorry for that. If you see any mistakes in this chapter, don't be afraid to point it out. I rather have that people help me with my englisch so it can get better than ignore it.

Wow, I'm starting to ramble.

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Goodbye and hopefully see you next time.