Hi guys! I'm so sorry I haven't uploaded for so long! I do have an explanation why, so here it goes: I had the next chapter typed out on a USB, and you can probably guess what happened: I lost it! After searching for a terrible long time, I've finally found it again. To make it up to you, here have an extra long chapter.

Disclaimer: Unfortunatly I don't own Supernatural nor The Hunger Games, I'm not sure what I would do with them if I did.

Title is from the song Youth from Daughter. (Just another thing I don't own, right?)

Dean pokes around the pile of weapons, trying to search for something that might come handy. He picks up a fishing net that normally goes with the trident, and wraps it around his belt. Meanwhile, Beetee, Katniss and Peeta are talking about the arena and Wiress.

"She's intuitive, she can sense things before anyone else. Like a canary in one of your coal mines." Beetee says, smiling at Wiress who is currently cleaning the coil of wire, while singing a song about a mice running around a clock. Dean can't help but think how that children song fits the situation they're in. They're like the mice running around, falling in different traps.

Dean searches his brain for the word canary, and although it does sound familiar, he can't place the word by something he has ever seen. "What's a canary?" Dean asks, walking over to the others while Cas pokes around the pile of weapons some more.

"It's a bird that we take down into the mines to warn us if there's bad air," Katniss says.

Dean raises an eyebrow, "so it dies when there is bad air?" He asks.

"It stops singing first. That's when you should get out. But if the air's too bad, it dies, yes. So do you." Katniss says, looking away.

Dean blows air out of his mouth, walking away to let the subject of things dying drop. He walks towards Cas who is still walking around the cornucopia, looking for weapons. "See anything?" Dean asks, his eyes wandering around the heap of weapons.

Cas frowns for a moment, before picking up a small sword similar to the one he already has. He positions himself as if he is going to throw it, and after a moment he nods to himself, placing the sword behind his belt. Dean suddenly remembers that he still has the throwing knives on him, and after a small hustle, he hands it over to Cas. "Here." He says, trusting the knives in Cas's hands before Cas can deny them. Relieve floods over him as soon as he gets the weapons that killed Missouri from him.

Cas turns the knives around in his hands, inspecting them. "Thank you, Dean." He says, placing the knives next to the small sword by his belt.

Dean nods, biting his lip. He thinks about how he is supposed to break the news from Jo dying to him. They stand there for a moment, both sweating because of the bright sun that even the cornucopia can't shelter them from. Dean's skins still itches from the small wounds the mist had given him.

"Cas.." He begins, not sure how to get past the lump in his throat when he thinks of Jo.

Cas looks at him with his bright eyes, focusing entirely on his words.

It's then that Cas head's snaps around, his knife already in his hand. Dean follows his example, his trident ready in his hand as he follows Cas's gaze, just in time to see Wiress getting slide down in the water surrounding the Cornucopia by Cashmere, a slash wound in her neck that looks like an ugly smile. "Shit," Dean hisses, his trident ready to throw.

Katniss is sooner than him through, and her arrow disappears right into Cashmeres left temple. In the time that it takes for Katniss to reload, Dean has already thrown his trident into the chest of Brutus. In the while that it takes for him to pick up his trident again, three cannons have already gone off. Meanwhile, Cas has run towards the left from the cornucopia, and is now in a heavy fight with Dick Roman, and by the looks of it, winning. If Dean would throw his trident, the change that he would hit Cas is too big, so instead he starts to run towards his friend, while also keeping an eye out for Meg, whose nowhere to be found. There is an entire difference between Cas and Castiel, Dean notices while his feet try to carry him as soon as possible to his friend, who is at the the other side of the cornucopia, Cas is the friend of Dean that would talk about the plants around the church from his family with a small smile, and Castiel is the guy who was named after an angel who fights as if he has the heavenly wrath in him. Dean is almost by Cas, already warning his friend to duck, when suddenly the ground jerks under his feet, and he is flung towards the left side of the cornucopia. The ground that holds the Cornucopia begins spinning really fast, and Dean can see the jungle going around in a blur, weapons flying around him. Dean tries to hold on to the cornucopia as best as he can, yelling at the others to do the same. Beetee, Katniss and Peeta manage to hold on to the cornucopia seemly well, while Cas is thrown from the small ground of the cornucopia, still trying to kick Richard of him. There's nothing that Dean can do for his friend instead of hoping that the spinning would stop soon. They slam to a stop soon, and for a moment Dean sits there, coughing and squinting as he takes in the cornucopia around him. He jumps up when he remembers that Cas is still in the water. He sees his friend, already climbing up the ground surrounding the cornucopia, heaving and coughing. "You okay, man?" Dean asks, kneeling down next to his friend.

Cas nods, and holds out his arm in the gesture that he wants to get up. Dean's body feels tired as he stands up, hauling Cas with him. The others are standing in the opening of the cornucopia, regrouping. Katniss is just like Cas dripping with water, and Dean can see the cylinder with wire in her hand. Dean looks around the cornucopia, searching for any sign of Meg or Dick. Then Dean walks back to the others, clasping Beetee on his shoulder, trying to offer his condolences in one small touch. "Let's get away from this frikkin' island," Dean says, already placing his trident on his shoulder.

No one argues with him when they walk away from the cornucopia, all of them a bit dazed by the events that didn't even take longer than three minutes.

When they stand on the sand just before the jungle, they argue where they should go to now. After a moment they decide to go to the part where it is twelve o'clock, which restarts a new argument where twelve o'clock is at the moment. "Twelve o'clock right," Peeta says, "the tail points at twelve."

"Yeah, well that's before they spun us." Dean says, "we've no way to be sure where twelve o'clock is now." He sighs, watching the trees around them to search for something where he can pinpoint the time. "Anyway, I'm thirsty, what'd you think the safest place is?" He asks.

They settle for randomly taking a path, knowing that every jungle part can be as dangerous as the other. "Well, it must be monkey hour, right? I don't see 'em, so I guess we're safe."

Peeta nods, already moving towards a tree. "I'm going to try to tap a tree."

"No, you should make another one of those maps." Katniss says. "I'll tap one."

"I'll help." Dean offers, and Katniss throws him a suspicious glance before nodding. "You two try and think if you know the things out of other jungle parts." He says, pointing to Beetee and Cas.

He then follows Katniss about fifteen yards into the jungle, where she finds a good tree to tap. While Katniss is keeping guard, Dean uses the small sword he still has on him to chop into the harsh bark of the tree. When he finds the hole big enough, he holds his empty hand back for Katniss. "Katniss, you got the spile?" He asks, snapping her out of her thoughts she seems lost in.

Katniss cuts of the vine that holds the spile and hands it to him. Dean's hand just closes around it when the warm air suddenly fills with a high-pitched scream of a young girl. Dean's head snaps up and he sees Katniss face go white like she's seen a ghost. "Prim!" She screams, looking around franticly for what Dean realizes is her sister. Not a second later she's running through the jungle, trampling vines and branches. Dean doesn't wait one moment before following her deeper into the jungle. "Prim!" She cries, "Prim!"

Her eyes are moving around the treetops, desperate to find her sister. Dean can see her ripping her way through a wall of green, creating an opening to a small open field. The high trees bowing down around it, making the place a lot more darker than the rest of the arena is. By the time Dean has run through the path she'd made, Katniss is already standing there heaving with her bow in her hand. Dean's eyes move around the open field, still not sure what exactly happened.

"Katniss?" He asks, moving to Katniss with caution.

"It's okay, I'm okay." She says, a bit dazed. Dean doesn't have the heart to call her out on her lie. He wouldn't know how he'd feel if it was Sam. "I thought I heard my sister but –" her explanation is cut off by a scream which belongs to a young man. It doesn't take long for Dean to place it, and when he does, Dean can feel his blood become ice. "SAM!" He screams.

Katniss makes an attempt to stop him but it's already too late, Dean's already running through the jungle while screaming the name of his younger brother. "Dean!" Katniss shouts behind him, but he doesn't stop with running, desperate to find his young brother. "Sammy!"

He's frantic now, screaming his brother's name while the fear he feels threatens to drown him. Please let him be safe. Please let him be okay, Dean repeats in his head, trying his best to will the words to become a truth. The path the screams take him is up a hill, and although Dean can feel himself become more tired by the second, the trembling fear and adrenaline keep him from quitting. "Sammy! Where are you!" He screams, running around the large trees.

Sam's shouting is above him, he knows, but he can't find him anywhere, and he's becoming more scared by the minute. He can feel himself entering a state of panic, repeating Sam's name like mantra. He doesn't notice Katniss behind him, not until she gets out an arrow and shoots a small bird out of a tree. The shouting stops as soon as the arrow hits it, and the lifeless bird falls down at his feet. It takes him a while to know what kind of bird it is, but as soon as he figures it out he can feel himself becoming even more scared.

"It's all right, Dean. It's just a jabberjay. They're playing a trick on us," Katniss says. "It's not real. It's not your ... Sammy."

Dean squeezes his eyes, calming himself just enough to force the next words out of his throat. "Jabberjays copy. How'd you think they got the sound of him screaming?"

Dean can hear the sharp intake of Katniss's breath. "Oh Dean, you don't think they…"

"That's exactly what I think." Dean forces out with his jaw pressed together. Did he do something wrong? Did president Snow think he wasn't working along good enough? He was playing there games, wasn't he? The countless threats from the president come back to him. What'd he done to deserve this?

To their left another scream starts, this time from someone Dean doesn't know, but Katniss does, by the looks of it. He grabs her hand before she can run off. "It's not him." He says, trying to pull Katniss away. "It's a mutt, we're getting out of here."

Katniss stops fighting him, and together they flee something they don't have any control of in the arena. Dean's never felt so helpless before as he hears the screams from Sam start up again, soon followed by his mom, but they're getting away from them, and soon he can't hear anything expect the heavy breathing of Katniss and him, but they don't dare to stop for one moment. When he finally sees Peeta, Cas and Beetee at the end of the tree line, he can feel himself filling up with relieve. The three of them all have their hands up in warning, as if he shouldn't walk further, it looks like they're shouting too, but Dean can't hear them, he doesn't stop one moment to figure out why.

The wall they run into is transparent, and Dean runs into it face-first, leaving his nose running with blood. Dean can feel himself filling with despair, hitting the wall with his hands. He can't be trapped here. He can't. No matter how hard he hits the wall, it changes nothing, and Dean can feel himself becoming more desperate every second. He can see the others on the other side hitting the wall with their weapons, while trying to convey messages to them.

It's then that the birds arrive. One by one. The whole jungle filling up with the shouts of their loved ones. "NO! NO!" Dean screams, throwing his entire body to the transparent wall. This isn't real. This can't be real, but as he starts to throw himself harder against the wall, he can feel his entire body is throbbing in pain, and that means it can't be a nightmare, right?

For a moment Dean wonders if this is the punishment he gets for letting Jo get killed.

"No! No…." He sobs, sinking against the transparent wall, he clenches his hands around his ears, as if he's trying to crush his brains. In between the screams he tries his best to get up every happy memory he has of his family. Tries his best to replace the screaming of Jess and Sam with the image of them when Sam announces that they're engaged. He fills his head with the images and clinches to them like a drowning man would do with a log. But between the imagines, he images Sam lying on a cold, hard table, screaming for help with his parents next to him. "I'm sorry." Dean sobs – to Sam, to his mom, to his dad, to Jess, to everyone that had the unfortunate of Dean caring about them – "I'm so sorry."

He's not sure how long he repeats that, or how long he lies there against the wall, waiting for it to stop. At first, he doesn't notice when the wall disappears, doesn't notice the others calling for him, all he still hears is the ones he loves, and in his head he can hear them blame him.

"Dean." Cas whispers, trying to get his hands away from his head. "It's okay, Dean. It stopped, the hour is over."

Dean slowly lifts his head, as if he aspects that the jabberjays are still there, playing games with him.

"Cas. Cas, they have Sam – they have everyone I love." He whispers, like saying the things too loud would make it too real.

Cas shakes his head. "No, Dean, it were jabberjays, not Sam, not the others."

Next to him, Peeta is trying to convince Katniss the same thing. "Katniss, Prim isn't dead. How could they kill Prim? We're almost down to the final eight

of us. And what happens then?" Peeta says.

"Seven more of us die," Katniss answers hopelessly.

"No, back home. What happens when they reach the final eight tributes in the Games?" Peeta asks patiently.

Dean tries to get himself to focus, repeating Peeta's question in his head. "They interview our families at the final eight." He manages out.

Peeta looks relieved by his answer, nodding at Dean.

"That's right," says Peeta. "They interview your family and friends. And can they do that if they've killed them all?"

"No?" Katniss says, unsure of herself.

"They can't." Cas reassures them. "In fact, the country loves your siblings so much, I think they'll be the first to be interviewed."

Dean keeps his eyes on Cas, trying to believe the words, but then again, Cas hadn't heard them scream for help, had he?

"Can people do that? Take someone's voice and…." Dean asks, trying to form proper thoughts and words.

"Oh yes they can. It's not even that difficult, our children learn similar things at school." Beetee tells them.

Cas places a comforting hand on his knee before standing up. "I will get you some water." He promises.

Dean wants to warn Cas about the birds, but instead he hands over the tape like a coward.

Dean only sits still for a moment before his body gets itchy with not moving. He stands up slowly, stretching out with a wince. "I'm.. I'm gonna swim for a moment." He tells the others, waving a small hand towards the water.

He swims for quite a while, only coming back when Cas has taped some water. After that he weaves another basket to keep water in, keeping his hands and mind busy. That's how he dealt with the first game too, keeping his mind away from the horrors by keeping physically busy, like the fishing he'd done with Sam. That's what he does now, using his fishing net and trident to catch some fishes out of the salty water while he tries to ignore the screams that seem to be tattooed in his mind. Katniss cleans the fishesfor him, and that's what they do until it becomes night.

They're about to start their dinner of raw fish when the anthem begins. That reminds Dean of Jo's death again, and that he hasn't told Cas yet. First the face from Cashmere comes up, followed by Brutus, then Wiress (Beetee looks away with sadness, and Dean gives him a pathetic pat on his shoulder). And then Jo comes up, the last female victor of district seven now dead. Dean doesn't dare to meet anyone's eyes, keeping his own focused on the sky while the guy of district nine comes past. Only when the symbol of the Capitol is gone, and the last note of the anthem sounds does he look at Cas. "You already knew." Castiel guesses, not with accusation but with understanding, and Dean hates him for it. Dean still nods, worthlessly. "How?" Cas asks, his eyes squinting at him.

Dean swallows, "there were, uh, mutts and Jo – a mutt got her."

"She saved my life." Peeta says, and Cas moves his gaze to Peeta. "She jumped in front of a mutt for me. I don't know why." He admits, looking down at his hands before meeting Cas with a steady look. "I'm sorry."

Cas doesn't say anything in return, doesn't tell Peeta that it isn't his fault, and neither does Dean. It's not like it was the kid's fault that Jo sacrificed herself for him, and he knows that it's stupid but Dean still accuses Peeta a bit for her death, maybe then he doesn't have to carry the entire guilt on his own shoulders. Cas slowly moves his gaze towards the sky, where the moon is shining bright, and clasps his hands together as if he is praying. Cas then moves his eyes back to Peeta, and for a moment Dean expects Cas to say that everything happens for a reason, but Dean knows that Cas isn't that kind of a believer, instead Cas carefully thanks Peeta for his apology. He then raises his raw fish again, taking a small bite. "How many tributes are there still left?" He asks, and Dean can see that his friend is trying to not let the sadness of Jo's passing get to him.

"Uh," Dean says, scratching the back of his hands as he thinks about it. "Dick, Meg, uh – Beetee, and me of course."

"The males from district five and six." Peeta adds, "both of district 10. Castiel, –" he nods towards Cas "- and Katniss, and me."

"Seeder is alive too." Cas says.

"That adds up to twelve." Beetee says. "Which means half of us are dead – or alive, however you want to see it."

After that, while they eat their dinner and fill the night with empty talk about things that Dean knows the Capitol would want them too. None of them seem like they want to get on the bad side of the Capitol tonight.

They wait until the giant wave has flooded out of the ten-to-eleven-o'clock section before they head over there to make a camp for the evening.

Castiel offers to get the first watch, and the others agree only if he wakes up Katniss and Peeta as the lightning strikes.

As Dean lays down the tiredness of being awake for twenty-four hours comes to him, and he's asleep in no time.

Dean dreams about the shore where he used to fish with Sam. He dreams about sitting there, laughing with Sam as they try to catch the biggest fish possible, but then Sam falls into the water, and it's suddenly not a dream anymore. Dean's dream changes into a nightmare as he tries to get Sam out of the water, only to find out that the water is replaced with a transparent wall, and Sam is stuck behind it, calling Dean's name.

It's a cannon that wakes him up. The shot is hard through the night, and Dean sits up with it. For a moment he's disorientated where he is, his mind still stuck in the nightmare. It's not until he sees Cas sitting in front of them that he remembers where he is. Still in the arena. Dean sighs as he stands up, trying to be quiet so he doesn't disturb the others. When he walks towards Cas, he notices that Cas is praying. With all the things that happened the days before, Dean finally dares to say something that has been bothering him since the first day he met Cas: "I don't understand how you still have faith."

Cas takes his time to answer, his eyes moving to the moon before they move back to the sand, then he just shrugs, "it's something I can hold on to."

Dean doesn't say anything in return, instead he sits down next to Cas. Both of them watch the water slosh over the sand for a while. Dean's mind is still replaying the nightmare in his head, and with the quietness around him he can almost hear the jabberjays scream again. "Tell me something, Cas. Anything." He says, his words ripping away the silence.

"Very well." Cas sighs, his eyes turning moving away from the water to fix on Dean. "Have I ever told you about my brother, Luke?"

Dean shakes his head. They almost never talked about family in the Capitol, afraid that if they spoke words about them there, that it would make them tainted. They only did it when days got too heavy, when the tributes they were supposed to coach died, then the three of them would huddle together as soon as the Capitol would allow it, and they would talk about their families for hours, trying to fill in the hole that none of them really could fix.

"Well, my other brother Gabriel, has the habit of calling him Lucifer behind his back." Cas says, snapping Dean out of his thoughts.

Dean lets out a breathy laugh. "Like the devil, right?" He asks, "how'd he earn that endearing nickname?"

For maybe an hour or so, they pretend that everything's okay. As if they're just two friends talking and complaining about their brothers, and not two friends who're facing possible death every day. And maybe it's not perfect, and maybe there's a space next to them that only one person could fill, but for now, Dean's happy to be able to spend it with his friend. At one moment Dean even tells Cas that Sam's engaged, and then Cas tells him that his brother Gabriel married to a woman named Kali two weeks before the announcement of the quarter quell, which leads to a whole new conversation.

Not entirely sure how I feel about this chapter, to be honest. Lot's of things happened here in this chapter, and I kinda feel bad that I follow the Catching Fire timeline so closely, but ehh.

I'll try to update the next chapter as soon as possible, and I think, honestly, that the quatrer quell is soon finished, which means that the question if I should follow this story in a kind-off AU version of the Mockingjay, is now something I think about. And if I did, should I keep following the timeline closely but then with the different charactars in it, or should I break away from the canon of THG entirely? Questions, questions, questions.

Anyway, Thank you if you took the time to review, favourite, follow the story, or even view the story! It means the world to me.

Fijne dag/avond! ((have a)Nice day/night!) See you next time.