Once I rose above the noise and confusion

Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too high

- Kansas, Carry On My Wayward Son.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural nor The Hunger Games, I'm merely an idiot who spends her time writing fanfiction about it.

The anthem begins when they're about to look for a place they can shelter. It's only Meg this time, so the silence of the evening soon comes back as if it never left. Dean looks away almost immediately while Castiel stares at the black sky for a moment longer.

"It's getting late," Dean sighs, kicking aside some bushes.

"It is," Castiel agrees, helping Dean kick aside some of the bushes. "If we go to sleep now, we might have 4 to 5 hours before we need to start moving again." Castiel sums up, moving and pulling away vines so that they would have a somewhat flat surface to lay down on. It's not like either of them would really complain about their 'beds', but if they could make it a bit more comfortable for themselves, they sure would.

Dean hums in agreement, kicking away the last of the plants that they could remove before laying down on the warm, mossy ground. It's not that comfortable, but it would do.

"You sleep, I'll watch over you." Castiel says, settling down next to Dean so that he could watch the arena around them.

They were as close to the beach as they dared, leaving an easy escape if the hour was sooner than they thought. Dean thought that they were around the 5 or 6 hour patch of the arena, which meant that they were close to the jabber jays and close to the place Jo died. And Dean.. Wasn't sure how he felt about that, really. He had told Castiel that much, warning him that if anything looked even a bit suspicious, that they should leave immediately. The smartass had answered that they're in the arena, and that literally everything was suspicious.

Sighing, Dean rolls on his side, watching the trees in front of him.

He breaths in and out slowly, trying to make his thoughts as blank as possible. Not for the first time since he got in the arena, he longs for a drink. Just before he wanders off to sleep, he vaguely hears the sound of a wave crashing. It's ten o'clock, he decides, and then he falls asleep.

His wakening is abrupt, and for one disorientating moment, he has no idea where he is, or what's happening. But then he sees the black hair of Cas, followed by Cas with somewhat frantic eyes. "Dean! Stay still!" He says, pushing down on Dean's shoulders so that he can't move.

"What?" Dean asks, trying to pushing Castiel away so that he can sit up. "What's happening?"

Castiel doesn't answer, instead he slowly drags his sword away from his belt. For a moment Dean thinks that there is someone or something around them that is going to kill them, and that's why Cas is pushing him down on the ground. Dean starts to search the area with large eyes, trying to look for danger.

That idea leaves his head as soon as he can feel Cas his sword pushing down on his own left forearm. Dean grunts in pain, pushing his friend away in confusion. What's happening? What is Cas doing? The betrayal burns in his chest as Castiel starts to wriggle his sword around. Dean howls out in pain, shoving and kicking at his friend. "I'm sorry, Dean." Is all that Castiel has to offer.

Then Castiel jerks his sword away, leaving Dean on the ground, covered in his own blood.

"I'm so sorry." Is the last thing Cas says before he's gone, running away from the hiding place.

Dean tries to stand up, but the blood loss is making him feel heavy, and instead of standing up, he falls back again, his sight blackening before his head touches the ground.

The next time he opens his eyes, the arena is up in hectic.

Around him, people are shouting names. It's all too loud for him, and he briefly wonders what would happen to him if he would close his eyes again. Then he starts to push himself up, slowly and carefully. The world shifts before him, and he squeezes his eyes shut. "Come on." He whispers, pushing himself up with his uninjured arm. He slowly stands up, and has enough of mind to pick up his trident before he's up and walking.

He stumbles down to the beach, carefully to not look at his arm. He can feel the warmth of his blood running down his arm. The first thing he sees as he staggers into the open beach, is Katniss with Seeder hanging over her. Dean tries to sneak up to them, but his feet feel heavy and Seeder notices him before he's even close enough to throw his trident. Her eyes widen and she's running away before Dean can say anything.

He briefly considers the idea of running after her, but his feet feel too heavy, so instead he stumbles to Katniss, who's laying down and not moving.

She's probably dead, his mind supplies him. He shakes his head against the idea.

"Katniss." He whispers, before he realizes that if she would wake up, she would probably shoot him on sight. Besides, he can already hear people shouting, closer than before.

He steps over the unmoving body of Katniss, moving over the warm beach sand.

He doesn't get far before the last tribute of district ten is running over the beach. Towards him. He steadies himself ever so slightly, ready to fight the guy, even though it's a lost cause. But instead of attacking him like he thought the guy would do, the guy runs past him, only knocking Dean aside as he keeps on running. The light push the guy had given him is all it takes for Dean to fall to the warm sand again.

Dumbfounded Dean stares after the guy.

He must not be worthy killing anymore.

Now that Dean's on the ground, he's too tired to stand up. So he just lays there, staring at the sand surrounding him. The sand doesn't hold any future, but at the moment, neither does Dean. But then, the sand still gets the sad ending of being washed away by the water. But Dean only gets the ending of arriving home in a coffin.

Home.

It seems like such a weird concept right now, home. Such an alien concept in the horrors of the arena. Home, where the people he loves are probably watching and maybe, even crying. "I'm sorry." He whispers to the sand.

Then he blacks out again.

Next time he wakes up, the arena is on fire.

It's burning and falling apart. Around him the jungle is being burned to the ground. The sand he's laying on is shuddering with everything that's falling down to the earth. The arena is a mess. The sky is filled with a bright yellow.

And here he was, thinking that the end would mean darkness, when it really meant light.

He doesn't get to see much of it before the hovercraft moves into his view. The claw moves down from it, and closes around Dean.

Is he dead? He must be if the hovercraft is picking him up.

Or maybe all the other tributes are dead? Probably not, he decides, anyone could've killed him in the state wherein he is.

He's probably dead.

As he is raised upon the sky, he briefly wonders where Katniss went. Maybe she was picked up before him.

He doesn't manage to keep his eyes open long enough to see what's coming next.

So this is it? About it, anyway. It feels weird.

While I was writing this chapter, it felt as if the chapter was a lot more than 1000+ words, but apparently, I can't write more than a 1000 words.

It kind of feels weird to end the 'story' of the arena so soon already, but if I used more chapters it felt to me as if I was kinda pulling it out too much? So I left it here. It kinda feels like a rushed ending to me, and probably to you too, so sorry for that?

I'll start writing the second part of the story soon, but I think it might take a while. So I'll try and hurry it up, but it might take me a couple of weeks.

Also, sorry if there are any mistakes in this chapter, it's late and I'm tired.

I might change the ending, through, if I find that I really don't like it or something.

Anyhow, thanks to anyone who favourited, followed, or reviewed this story! You guys are awesome.

Also, we're over the 2000 views of this story! Holy shit, right?

Doei! Tot de volgende keer. (Bye, see you next time.)

P.S What did u guys think of the final? I'm so curious for next season.