About time for anyone telling you off for allyour deeds
No sign the roaring thunder stopped in cold to read
No time
Get mine and make no excuses waste of precious breath
No time
-Imagine Dragons, I'm So Sorry

This chapter is divided into two parts, I'll try to get the next chapter up soon.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural nor The Hunger Games, if I did I really doubt I would spend my time writing bad fanfiction about it.

Dean wakes with sand pressed uncomfortably against his cheek. He opens his eyes to see two boots placed right in his sight.

"It's your turn to keep watch." Peeta says above him.

The sand scrubs against Dean's cheek as he nods.

"I'll wake Castiel up," Peeta sighs, stepping over Dean's body.

"You do that," Dean agrees, sitting up whilst rubbing a hand down his face.

He blinks a few time as he stares at the beach stretched out in front of him, next to him, Castiel – with hair even more messier than when he went to sleep, Dean's not sure how he managed it - is slowly waking up and looking just as wearily as Dean feels.

Peeta and Beetee are already laying down to sleep, watching Dean while he is waking up.

Dean lets out a long sigh as he struggles to get up, his trident already in his hand.

"G'morning." Dean says, now on his feet. Castiel blinks up at him, nodding his good morning back.

Dean holds out his hand to Cas, waiting for him to grasp it. When he does, Dean hauls him up with ease, clapping Cas on the shoulder twice before walking over the sand to where Beetee and Peeta had watched over them.

The sand feels as warm as ever as Dean sits down on it, sighing at the water stretched out in front of him. The sun is already climbing up the sky, making the water glow almost red.

Cas let's out an audible sigh as he sits down next to him, only jumping slightly as he makes contact with the warm sand.

"It's almost nine, I think." Dean says, because he doesn't really have anything else to say.

Castiel hums in agreement, his eyes tracking the jungle. "In about two hours we are going to begin with The Plan."

Dean nods, shuffling in the sand so he can lay on his back with his elbows to support him. It feels a bit awkward, especially with his trident still in his right hand. "Do you think it's smart? The Plan, I mean." Dean asks, glancing to his friend.

Cas looks thoughtful for a moment before nodding. "I suppose it'll help us with defeating the careers."

Dean nods, turning on his side so he can face his friend. He hesitates for a moment before saying, "if we kill the careers, it'll mean that we've even less survivors –" "-I'm not running away, if that's what you're heading to." Cas says quickly. His eyes move sharply from Dean to the others sleeping on the other end of the beach, as if they had heard him. Dean glances towards the others as well, just to be sure, but apart from Katniss rolling over so that instead facing Peeta, she's now facing her bow and the jungle behind it, nothing happens.

"Why not, Cas? If we do it now, that means they'll kill the careers for us, without us being killed along 'em."

"No, Dean, it wouldn't do us any good," Castiel says.

Dean sighs, rolling so that he's laying on his back again, facing the pinkish sky. "I really don't get why you won't run away, it's like you want to be killed by them."

"Rather by them than by you," Castiel snaps.

"Maybe you won't have to be," Dean says, his words leaving his mouth before he can stop them.

"The Gamemakers won't let two tributes win again. Even they aren't that stupid."

Dean mouth opens and closes, panicking at the words his friend said. He hadn't really wanted to put it like that, but then again, wasn't that exactly what he had implied?

"I didn't mean it like that." Dean says, trying to get the words to lose meaning. Getting on the bad side of the Gamemakers wasn't something they needed at the moment. Especially with the small chance that his loved ones were still held captive by the Capitol.

Castiel hums, "besides, if we left now, that would mean that they –" he nodded towards the sleeping forms of their allies "- would come right after us." Castiel shrugs, "of course, that would also mean that we wouldn't have to kill each other."

"Then we'll kill them now." The sentence feels so horrible in his mouth, that Dean feels sick saying it. It's not that Katniss, Peeta or Beetee are really what Dean would think of as friends, but still, they had really survived a lot together, and would Dean be able to kill someone Jo sacrificed herself for? Especially killing Katniss and Peeta, who reminded him so much of Sam and Jess that it hurt, make him feel like puking.

Castiel's eyes are sharp as they scan his face. Castiel frowns and is about to say something when there's movement coming from their allies. When they both look over, it's only Katniss who has moved again, now laying in a way that doesn't seem very comfortable to Dean.

Both turn back to each other, Castiel still trying to read him.

"You wouldn't be able to." Castiel says, his voice sounds unsure, though, and his eyes hold emotions Dean can't pick out.

Dean shrugs, the movement feels weird and Dean does his best to keep his face neutral, "I would."

The silence is heavy, with only their breathing breaking it as they stare into each other's eyes. Castiel trying to see if he's lying, and Dean doing his best to deny that he is.

It's incredible stupid of them that they don't even notice Katniss grabbing her bow before she has it aimed at them.

"What did you say?" Katniss asks, her voice sharp and loud. Loud enough to wake Peeta and Beetee up.

"Katniss, what's wrong?" Peeta asks, his hand coming up to rest on Katniss leg.

"They were talking about killing us!" Katniss snaps, her arrow still pointed at them. She narrows her eyes at them and it looks as if she's about to let go.

"Who? Us?" Dean asks, springing up and raising his arms with a small smile. "We weren't doing that, right Cas?"

Castiel also stands up, but instead of raising his arms like Dean, he gets his hands on his belt, where his throwing knives are stuck behind. It doesn't look like he's going to throw them, though. Maybe Cas has the same problems with killing them as Dean has.

Katniss doesn't seem to have those same problems. She narrows her eyes at them, the arrow still looking dangerous close to being shot away. "You were. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't shoot you."

"Well, uh, fuck - run Cas!"

Uh,, so shit is hitting the fan now. I tried to make the fight and reaction from the charactars as in charactar as possible, but you can see how that worked out.

I'll try to update the next part as soon as possible. (I'm already writting it)

I would love to hear your thoughts on this chapter/story.

Thank you if you viewed, favourited, or followed this story. Especially thanks to Emie16 for reviewing.

/also last episode, im still not over it/

Tot ziens! (Goodbye)