Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural nor the Hunger Games, all rights belong to Suzanne Collins and Erik Kripke.

We all are living in a dream,
But life ain't what it seems
Oh everything's a mess
And all these sorrows I have seen
They lead me to believe
That everything's a mess

- Imagine Dragons, Dream.

Warnings: This chapter contains major charactar death, and voilence.

The mossy ground is harsh against their feet, and with the occasional ruined bush, they leave quit a horrible path after heavy breathing is barely audible above the growls of the dogs. Dean doesn't think he has ever seen an animal move so fast. The dogs run with their fangs bared, often biting into the air around them, as if they can already taste the meat of one of the victors. Katniss does impressive work with her arrows, shooting behind her while keeping up a decent sprint. But it seems that for every mutt she shoots, another one is ready to take its place. Dean can already feel their hot breath on his neck, and he tries his best to keep on running, but he can feel himself getting feels the claws of the beast on his back, and if it wasn't for Katniss impressive archer work, he would've been ripped to shreds now.

There is no reason to run now, Dean thinks, grasping his trident with his right arm. He turns to the huge mutts, and then starts to slash them down. He aims for their hearts or their necks, everything lethal for a human. The air grows heavy with the scent of blood, and the musty stink of the mutts. They're not losing the fight, but they're not exactly winning either. Dean can only hope that soon the Game Makers have enough of the mutts, and they'll sent them away.

"Peeta!" Katniss shouts, and Dean tries to turn his head to look, while also fighting the mutts. "Your arrows!"

Out of the corner of his eye, Dean sees Peeta sliding of his sheath when the mutt attacks. Dean's trident is currently in a mutt's neck, and he knows that he isn't fast enough to throw his trident to protect the boy. Dean can only watch, hopelessly, while the mutt bares his claws, aiming for the heart of Peeta.

But he never gets to it.

Jo, standing next to Peeta, launches herself on the Mutt, keeping Peeta safe. And the mutt sticks it's fangs in her chest. "NO!" Dean screams, his trident lashing through the mutts as he fights towards his friend.

Peeta drops his sheath and buries his knife in the mutts neck, stabbing again and again until the mutt loosens his jaw hold on Jo. Dean kicks the mutt of Jo's body, and for the second time in two days, he picks up his friend, keeping her close as he positions his trident once more. Only he knows that this time the wound isn't going to be fixed by pouring some water on it.

Dean swipes his trident to the mutts, baring his teeth, as if to dare them. But something happens to the mutts, they start to withdrawal themselves, backing up into the dark bushes, as if someone has called them away.

"Get her to the beach," Katniss says, "we'll cover you."

Dean nods in a haze, the only thing he notices while struggling through the jungle is that the breathing of his friend is getting slower.

"Hang on, Jo." He mutters, using his trident to clear a path for them. The beach isn't far away, and it doesn't take long before Dean is laying Jo down against a tree. He kneels beside her while sweeping some hair from her face. "You're gonna be okay. You hear me? you'll be okay." Dean says, pushing his hand on the wound.

Jo whimpers, trying to shift away from his hand. Dean lifts his hand for a moment, but pushes it down again as he sees the blood coming from the wound. "You'll be okay." He says again, voice raw. He can feel tears in his eyes, this isn't looking good. He looks up to the dark sky. "Bobby, if – if you could.. could sent something, anything." He pleads.

"Dean." Jo says, her voice wavering.

Dean looks back at his friend, her tears are shining in the moonlight, and her lips tremble every moment so. He can see that it's getting difficult to breath for her.

"Can we, uh, be realistic about this, please?" She asks. Her eyes moving from his to someone - Katniss or Peeta, Dean doesn't care – and back to his. "I can't move my legs. My guts are being held in by your hand. I'm – I'm not gonna make it." Dean shakes his head in denial, his throat feels too tight, making it difficult to talk, or breath right.

"No." Dean denies, pressing his hand down harder.

"Dean, this might be your last time to stop treating me like a baby. Might wanna take it?" Jo says, smiling while there are still tears running down from her eyes.

"Jo, no." He says, his heart heavy.

"Dean." She says again, her eyes widening while there are still tears running down her cheeks.

He sits there for a moment, his hand reddening with the blood of his friend, then slowly but surely, he starts to remove his hand from the wound. "I'll see you on the other side. Probably sooner than later," he says in goodbye, choking on his words.

"Make that later." Jo manages, and Dean gives her a wavering smile.

He then clasps his clean hand around Jo's face, pulling himself closer to kiss her forehead. Just as he starts to pull back, Jo wraps a shaking hand around his arm. "You – you have to protect Katniss and Peeta, okay?"

Dean doesn't understand what she means by it, but he still nods. He's not going to deny her her last wish. After that, he can feel Jo becoming limp, and soon she is slack against his arms. When the cannon goes off, Dean closes his eyes and wraps his hands around her limp body, shaking as he hugs her tightly. "It's okay," he whispers, "it's okay."

Dean's not sure if Katniss or Peeta convinces him to carry Jo's body to the water. But he does, with a little bit help from Peeta. All three of them stand in the water till knee-deep, watching Jo's body slowly drifting away from them. It's not until the hovercraft is gone that Dean sees his hands are still red with his friend's blood, and in the frustration of it all, he stays in the water for almost half an hour, scrubbing his hands clean with all his attention focused on it, and he tries his best to ignore the water that reddens around him.

As he is done, he stands there still, with his hands shaking – from anger? Sadness? Tiredness? He doesn't know. All he knows is that Jo is dead. - as he takes in the arena. The games suddenly seems so big and small at the same time, now that Jo isn't there to talk up the emptiness around them anymore. Dean is not sure how long he stands there, watching the arena while water sloshes at his legs, before he joins Peeta and Katniss again. It doesn't take Dean long to convince Katniss that he'll be able to take the first watch. Katniss seems to understand that Dean wants the night for him alone, to grief for his friend in peace, and Dean is thankful for that.

He's not as happy with being alone when everything around him is quiet. His thoughts the only thing that makes their presence known, because Jo is dead and Dean doesn't want to think about anything. When he closes his eyes, he sees the horrible image of his friend taking her last breaths, and when he opens them, he swears he can see her blood on the sand. He knows that if he wants to cry, now is the time. But somehow, he doesn't think that he is allowed to cry, because he is the one who didn't save her. He's the one that let her down, isn't he?

So instead he cleans his trident from every imaginary spot, and by the beginning of the morning his lips are bitten raw, and his hair is messy because of the hands he'd run through it.

It's not until the lightning strikes that he thinks of waking the others up, but by then they've already startled awake, walking to him with bleary eyes. "The lightening strike, it always happens at the same spot, doesn't it?" Katniss asks, looking around warily.

Dean nods thoughtfully, happy to be distracted from his thoughts, "'round the same time, too." He adds.

Katniss frowns again, looking around the trees. "I wonder what they mean with it."

Dean shrugs in answer, his eyes wandering around the jungle as if he expects to find the answers in it. Just then a cannon goes off, and not a moment later a hovercraft is already there to pick up the body.

"The careers must be starting to pick 'em off," Dean says bitterly.

No one really knows how to respond to that, so for a moment they just stand there, watching the spot the hovercraft had been.

It's Katniss who notices them first, the three figures on the other side of the beach. The three of them seem to be in a bad shape, Dean notices. One is practically carrying another, while the last one is just walking after them with slight missteps.

"Who is that?" Asks Peeta. "Or what? Muttations?"

"Let's find out." Katniss suggests, her gaze razor sharp on the three figures whilst she draws an arrow.

Dean follows her lead by twisting his trident in a fighting pose.

They're not shy on their attack, choosing to run right at the trio, who don't even seem to notice them. It doesn't really look like they would be very honorable opponents. When Dean gets closer, he notices that they're solid brick-red color, as if it had rained with red water. Dean doesn't notice until very late who the one standing straight is, not until bright blue eyes snap to them, and when there is suddenly a small sword (not longer than Dean's forearm) ready for attack.

"Cas!"

They can hear Cas reply with a faint "Dean!"

It doesn't take long before Dean has crossed the rest of the small beach to his friend. He then notices with who Cas is, Wiress and Beetee, or Nuts and Volts, as Jo had once jokingly called them. Dean also notices that the red substance they're dipped in, is actually blood.

"Man, what happened to you?" Dean asks, his nose wrinkling in disgust at the blood dripping from Cas.

Cas waves his hand at the jungle behind them, "there was blood rain, at first we thought that, because of the lightening, there would be normal rain, but instead there was blood, and a lot of it." Cas explains, frowning down at himself.

Dean's gaze goes towards the companions of Cas, Beetee is currently sitting on the ground, breathing in harshly, whilst Wiress is twirling around, constantly repeating: "Tick tock, tick tock."

Dean moves his gaze back to Cas, his eyebrow lifting in question. "Beetee was stabbed at the cornucopia," Cas explains, "and I have not been able to properly treat it. And for Wiress, she is in some sort of shock. I don't understand what she means."

Well that explains some of it. "Let's get you guys clean." Dean sighs, eyeing his friend while they're heading towards the water around the cornucopia. He wonders how he's supposed to tell Cas that Jo died in his arms.

It doesn't take very long before Cas is clean again - well as clean as you can get washing yourself in salt water - and while Katniss is helping Wiress clean, Dean and Cas start on cleaning the wound of Beetee. Peeta helps too by getting clean water from their tap, Beetee, who seems to be pretty out of it, suddenly looks up as the water washes over his wound, "Wire."Beetee sputters, his eyes wide as he looks around.

Dean frowns at him, while Peeta tries to reassure Beetee that Wiress is safe.

"Wire." Beetee repeats.

It's Cas, who is currently cleaning Beetee's wound with a steady hand that knows what Beetee means. "His wire," Cas says, standing up to walk over the sand to pick up the cylinder Beetee must have dropped earlier, then Cas carefully places it in Beetee's hand, who immediately tightens his grip on it. "He went towards the cornucopia to get it, that's how he got wounded." Cas explains, going back to the wound. Dean remembers now, how Beetee had won the games by setting up an electrical trap to catch the other tributes. Dean nods at the cylinder, which is covered in blood. "Do you want me to clean it for ya?" He asks, picking up the cylinder with his fingertips.

Beetee nods at him, and so Dean takes the cylinder towards the water and starts to clean it next to Katniss. The water is warm and Dean wrinkles his nose in disgust as the water around him starts to become red.

"Tick, tock." Wiress mutters next to him, and Katniss shushes her by repeating it.

"What'd ya think she means with it?" Dean asks, raising his eyebrows at Katniss.

Katniss shrugs, scooping up some water to let it trail of the back of Wiress.

"Tick tock," Wiress repeats, grabbing Katniss forearms.

Katniss frown at her, and then she slowly rises to look around the arena. Dean does the same, and takes in the arena around them. The twelve bonks while it was around midnight, the lightening that always seems to strike at the same time and place. Dean looks towards the part of jungle where the blood rain was just half an hour ago, and the part next to it where Dean met the others while they were running away from poison fog, and then next to it, where the monkeys were waiting on them. Katniss figures it out around the same time as he does.

"Tick tock," she whispers, looking towards him. "It's a clock." Dean finishes, his eyes trailing the jungle around them.

"We have to tell the others." She says, pulling Wiress up by her arms before helping her through the water, Dean follows quickly, the cylinder still only half-clean in his hand. "Tick tock," Wiress says again, looking from Katniss to Dean.

"It's a clock. The arena is a clock, you were right Wiress." Katniss says a bit breathlessly. Wiress, who seems pleased that someone finally understands, gives Katniss a half nod.

"Guys!" Katniss almost screams, as if she forgot where they were at the moment. "It's a clock! The arena is a clock!" She says, running over the wet sand.

The others seem to hear her, as they look up and frown as they take in the arena around them. One by one their faces light up with understanding.

"Midnight." Wiress says, she seems to be starting to function a bit more now that they understand her.

"It starts at midnight," Katniss confirms, then she looks towards him and the others. "Let's start moving again." She suggests, moving her bow over her shoulder and helping Wiress with her left hand.

"Sure," Dean says, shifting around on his feet, the water already drying up under the sun.

"Where to?" Peeta asks, lifting Beetee up with a bit help from Cas, who looks concerned for the wellbeing of Beete, who still seems pretty out of it.

"I'd like to go to the corncucopia, just to check if we're really right on the clock." Katniss says. It seems like a good plan, and this also gives Dean the time to look if there is anything useful left by the cornucopia.

"Let's go then." Dean says, lifting his trident over his shoulder before he starts to walk towards the cornucopia. He still feels the sadness of Jo's death, especially now that he knows that he could've prevented it only if he knew about the arena earlier, but, he admits to himself, it does feels good to know what they can expect from the arena now.

First of all: I'm so sorry that I haven't uploaded earlier! I had school and stuff.. I hope I made it up to you by posting a longer chapter than usually. (Still not very long, sorry for that.)

Uh, and Jo died. Sorry for the people that read this story for Jo only - I really doubt there was anyone that did that, but still -. First I didn't want to kill her, because Jo is such an amazing charactar , but yeah..

Well, now Cas is in the story! That counts for something, right? (Also Wiress and Beetee! I like them) Sorry if you think that Cas is a bit OOC, but I find him very hard to write right, ( like his speech..) and also in this story he isn't an angel, so he is a bit more experienced with the whole ~emotions~ thing.

I really hope that you guys are still enjoying this story, and I'm sorry if some sentences are a bit weird and stuff. (It's a lot harder to write in your second language, I've noticed)

And holy crap 1000 views! Huge, huge, huge thank you for anyone that took the time to read this entire story through, and especially a big thanks for the people who took the time to follow, favorite or review the story, you guys make my entire day with them.

So doei! ( Dutch for goodbye, I'm gonna teach you guys.) Hopefully I'll see you next time, and a happy early easter! I'll try to update as soon as possible.