No lies and no deceiving, Man is what he loves
I keep tryin' to conceive that death is from above
No time
Get mine and make no excuses waste of precious breath
No time

- Imagine Dragons, I'm So Sorry.

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

So here's part 2.

The arrow Katniss shoots towards them just narrowly misses Cas, who throws a knife back. The knife wasn't thrown to kill, Dean can see, it was merely used as a distraction so that Dean could pick up his trident before running away from the open beach. The knife doesn't give them much extra time, but enough to break through the jungle before there's another arrow flying past their heads.

"Shit." Dean curses as he ducks his head just in time to miss the arrow, picking up his pace as he runs through bushes and vines.

The path they leave is not hard to follow, and Dean can hear Peeta, Katniss and Beetee following them through the jungle, which isn't very comforting. Dean starts to run through more closed off paths, trying to make their way more confusing and harder to follow. But unfortunately, the others still follow them easy enough, the arrows flying around him.

The arrows get closer each time, and Dean knows that if he doesn't plan something soon, that Castiel and him are going to end up dead. The thought of turning around and facing Katniss with only a sword and a trident in the jungle seems hilarious.

It's when an arrow hits the tree in front Dean that he knows that he's dead. He lets out a string of swear words, and is about to turn around, say his last words, maybe beg for mercy (yeah, he's desperate. Sue him.), but he doesn't have to do either, because Cas pulls him away just before he turns around. Castiel pulls him through some bushes, and then throws him to the ground, pushing him so that they're both rolling down a hill.

It's fucking painful, but Dean keeps his problems (mostly) to himself. He gets his arms over his face, trying to cover his eyes from the harsh ground. Because of the steeply hill and the slightly damp ground, they roll fairly quick. Dean lets out a string of swear words as vines painfully scrap against his body, and he knows

that if he makes it away alive, he's going to have some rather painful bruises.

It takes so long before Dean actually stops rolling that Dean's sure that they're going down an unending hill. He only stops tumbling down when he collides with something – or someone, because Dean's pretty sure that objects don't grunt when you smash into them -, and even then Dean doesn't move. Laying still while he's trying to get the world to stop spinning around them.

"Dean." Cas grunts, his hands already on Dean's back to push him away from him.

That gets Dean to move, and soon he's standing up, regretting that just as soon as the first wave of sickness hits him.

"We lost 'em?" Dean asks, his head almost between his knees as he tries to stop his head from pounding.

"I think we did," Cas says next to him, who, by the sounds of it, isn't exactly having fun at the moment either.

"Good," Dean says, standing up tall to look at the hill they just rolled down from.

His whole body feels sour and he absently runs his hand over his arm, whipping away the blood.

"We fucked up," Dean says later, after they made sure they could still walk, their weapons were still okay, and that they weren't being followed.

"I'm not the one that wanted to run away or kill them." Cas answers, and that's that. They don't talk much after that aside from Castiel asking him if he's okay to walk further. Then they walk further to their right, because apparently to Cas, they're walking away from the others, and staying infront the clock. If they'll just stay in front of the hours, it means that they won't have to fear being caught in one. It's not a solid plan, but because they can't go back to the beach without the change of being killed, it's the best plan they have for now, at least.

The air is as warm as before, but now it's heavy as well. The warmth is making him sweat, and Dean knows that they should probably try and find a water resource, because without they might dry out in one day, especially at the pace at which they're walking.

However how fast they're walking, they don't dare to slow down. They've got no idea how late it is, and thus no idea which hour is 'activated' and in which they're now. Dean can only guess that it's around midday, if the sun is anything to go by.

His sweat is crawling down his back, making his skin itch as if there are all different kind of bugs swarming on his back.

His breath is coming in short paints, and the idea of cold streaming water has never seem more appealing.

He looks at Cas, who is still walking through the bushes as if he has no plan of stopping. Dean sighs as he starts to pick up his pace, trying to catch up with Cas.

The lightning strikes not far behind them, maybe one jungle "hour" in between. It alarms the both of them so badly that they both grab their weapons on reflex.

"Shit." Dean mutters, his trident still in front of him as he takes in the now quiet – almost to quiet, if you ask him – jungle around him. "It's later than I thought."

"We have to hurry if we want to stay in front of the hours." Castiel says, his pace already quickening as he scans the tree where the lightning hit.

Dean doesn't argue as he picks up his pace to match Castiel's, the next couple of hours after the lightning exist out of blood rain, poison fog, and Dean remembers vaguely, monkeys, all in all not something he really wanted to be caught in.

Neither of them acknowledges it, but Dean can already feel himself become more tired and desperate for water, and he knows that Cas feels the same. If they keep on walking this fast, they don't even have to worry about the horrors of the hours or the other tributes, the thirst will get to them first. But there is nothing they can do against it, maybe if they're lucky, one of their mentors will get the sponsors so far to buy water for them. But with only ten tributes left, something like water will cost a fortune, especially in an arena like this. The chance that anyone has the money – and heart – to donate that much of money is very small.

That doesn't mean that Dean can't try. In between walking, Dean starts to make it clear that they really, really, need some water. He throws on his mantel of ladies-man, and starts to flirt with the audience even though he can't see them. Castiel catches on pretty quick – before that he threw Dean some confused head-tilts – than he also starts try to get sponsors to donate some water. They make an act out of talking about the generosity of the Capitol, and Dean talks about one of his lovers with fake longing. He makes it vague enough that hopefully a lot of people feel included. Snow might have used his handsomeness as a weapon against him, but that doesn't mean he can't get anything in his favor from it.

But apparently, the audience doesn't find their act convincing enough, or maybe they would rather give their money to someone else, because no matter how far they go with their act, they don't get anything (which is a huge difference from his first game, where Dean was never short of anything). Soon Dean can't even spare the energy to keep on talking, too exhausted because of the sun. He leans against a tree and sighs deeply, resting his head against the harsh bark.

Castiel mirrors his position by leaning against a tree on the other side of Dean's.

"How late is it, do you think?" Dean huffs, glaring at the sun as it beams down on him.

"Around two or three." Castiel rasps back, moving his arm up to wipe some sweat of his forehead.

Which means they had only been walking for about five hours, maybe some more, but the absence of water had already taken a huge toll on them.

"We should walk further." Dean sighs, but makes no move that indicates that he's going to start walking again.

"We should," Cas agrees, still leaning against the tree.

"Maybe there's some water source around here." Dean says, more with optimism than with realism, trying to get his feet to start walking again.

"Maybe there is." Cas agrees again, tilling his hand up to push his body away from the tree.

He quickly stops with pushing himself away from the tree as they hear voices not far away from them, instead Cas starts to grouch down, trying to hide in the bushes without making a sound.

The high voice of a female and the low rumbling one of a male carry through the heavy air.

"I swear I heard someone talking."

"Maybe it's the heat finally catching up on you."

"Fuck off, you heard them as well, don't lie to me."

The voices carry on with their banter, and Dean tries to ignore his heart beating painfully in his chest as he hides himself as best as he can, grouching down in the bushes, mirroring Cas.

The voices only seem to get closer and Dean can feel himself being taken over by fear. Neither of them is in any condition to fight, still exhausted and dehydrated.

Please let them walk past us, Dean silently hopes, not daring to move from his spot. It's strange, whereas before he never felt so afraid of other tributes, now he feels himself practically drowning in fear, his heart beating fast as he tries to locate the voices. Maybe it's the exhaustion, or maybe it's because it's only him and Cas now.

The voices stop and Dean moves his wide eyes to Cas, trying to ask him if he knows what happens. Cas shakes his head and signals for him to stay put, moving ever so slightly that he can see more around them. Dean follows his eyes and movements with large eyes, his heart still hammering in his chest.

That's why he doesn't miss Cas's eyes widening ever so slightly as he sees something above Dean.

Dean can feel himself becoming more panicked as he tries to catch Cas attention to ask what's happening. But Cas doesn't move, his entire body frozen still as he stares towards the thing behind Dean.

Dean's about to move to see what's happening when he hears the drawl of Meg's voice: "Looks like we've found them."

The next thing that happens, happens so quick that Dean doesn't have enough time to react to it before he's pinned to the ground by the small body of Meg, and Cas is attacked by Richard Roman once more.

Dean fights against Meg, trying to get his arms free. He moves his knee up and kicks it in her stomach before rolling over so that he's on top of her. He closes his hands around her throat, clenching them as she begins to gurgle. He starts to lean more of his weight in it, his lips drawn back in a sneer as he watches Meg become more weakened.

He doesn't get to finish the job as Richard suddenly attacks him from the side, pushing him of Meg and throwing him hard enough against the ground to leave him breathless. Just before Richard has the chance to attack Dean again, Cas attacks him, moving his arms up to trap Richard. In the time that it takes Cas to trap Richard, Meg is already on her feet, but instead of attacking them as Dean would've thought, she starts to move away from the fight. "You bitch." Richard spits, struggling to get Cas off him. "You dirty fucking BITCH!" He screams to Meg, who has already disappeared between the trees.

"Dean." Cas wheezes, his arms clenched tightly as he tries to hold on to Richard. Dean takes it as his queue to get his sword out, standing up and moving to Richard in easy steps.

"Eat this." He spits, moving his arm up just as Cas pulls Richard's head back. Dean doesn't make a show of killing Richard, instead just diving his sword in and out. But it does the job, and Castiel lets go of the dead body of Richard, which falls to the ground with a soft thud.

Dean kneels down next to the body to swipe of his sword before standing up again. As Dean stands in front of Richard's motionless body, his thoughts briefly flicker to the image from days before, when the victors had clasped their hands together to show unity, at the moment, it's almost hysterical to Dean. Just days before, Their hands were used to show the district that they were standing together, and now they're used to wield weapons and to murder another in cold blood.

Because beneath it all, that's all they really are, what he really is, just some murders who will do anything to survive. And although he tries to hide it underneath all the booze, the cocky smiles, and the forced flirtation, Dean doesn't think he can be anyone else but the stone-cold killer he is in the arena.

The thoughts fill him up with coldness as he inspects Richard's body, while Castiel picks off the items of Richard, looking for anything useful.

He lets out a small gasp as he picks up the army bottle. "Dean, look." He says, holding up the green bottle.

"Is it full?" Dean asks, his mouth feeling dry as he picks the bottle out of Cas's hand.

Cas stands up and looks along as Dean carefully opens the bottle, almost crying in relieve as he sees the water in the bottle.

He gulps down one swig before passing the bottle to Cas, who does the same. "We shouldn't drink the entire thing in one time." Dean says as Cas passes the bottle back to him. Both of them agree to drink two gulps more each, saving the rest for later. Then they start to walk again, this time somewhat less exhausted.

Lot's of stuff happening this chapter. I hadn't planned the fighting scene between Meg, Richard 'Dick' Roman, Cas, and Dean, but it just happened.

We're now going towards the end - which is something I've been saying for chapters -, but now we really are! So let's see how many more chapters I can squeeze out of this before it's the end!

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