As if the forest knows and refuses to answer you.

"Dean," Castiel shrugged his shoulder. "Dean we need to leave, we're out in the open."

Dean turned around. Castiel was clutching his arm and blood seeped through his sleeve.

He got up and tried to smile. These were the Games right? Kill people and get the Hell out. "We should look at your arm." He said.

Castiel shook his head. "We need to move. My arm can wait, I've just been grazed."

"Come on Dean," Jo said nervous. "These Packers smell blood."

They made a few miles before resting, Jo made sure Castiel hadn't lost too much blood and she bandaged his arm.

Castiel groaned when she pulled on the bandage to make sure it was tight.

"Don't be such a kid," She mumbled.

"I'm sorry." He said, in all earnest.

Jo looked at him for a second and then softly chuckled: "I am just kidding. It's okay, cry all you want."

Dean returned, his arms full of moss and flowers. "Dinner!" he said. "Although I would do a lot for a real meal right now."

He didn't want to say 'kill'. He didn't know if he ever wanted to kill again.

They ate in silence, Castiel barely moving his left arm.

"Kleep the blood flow going Cas." Jo said.

"What?" Dean raised an eyebrow.

"Kl- kl- keep. I was going to say keep." Jo articulated.

"Could that be the fever?" Dean turned to Cas.

"It bloke. It should be over." Castiel said. He shook his head and clenched his jaw: "Bl- broke."

"What the Hell guys?" Dean looked to both his companions. "What is wrong?"

Castiel looked to the flowers in his hand: "Does anyone think that these are very sweet? Clompared to the others?" he didn't even try to correct himself anymore.

Dean spat the flowers out and took the water bottle. He wanted to take a sip to rinse his mouth, but black, sticky goo came out. He spat it out. "What the Hell?" he said.

He looked back to Castiel and Jo, but they weren't there anymore. No one was there. Even the forest was gone.

Dean dropped the water bottle and got up. "What. The. Hell."

There was darkness all around him. He could feel short grass under his feet, his shoes were gone. In the distance a door opened, a beam of golden light falling through before it closed again.

Dean walked to the door, when he felt someone lightly touch his chest.

"Wait, Dean." She said.

Light beamed upon her from above.

"Hello, sweetie," Mary smiled.

Dean pulled his mother into a hug.

"Not too enthusiastic big boy," he heard her chuckle against his chest. "Don't want to smother your dear old mother do you."

"I've missed you mom. I miss you." He said, burying his face in her hair.

"I bet you do. Ladies and gentlemen! Dean Winchester, District 12!"

Dean was blown backwards into a sofa, blinded by the sudden lights.

"Now that you've won the Games, how do you feel?" Caesar pushed the microphone his way.

"What? I've won?" He stuttered.

Caesar laughed: "Yes, yes you did! The way you slaughtered your friends, after you killed the Pack? Wonderful! Amazing! That proves cunning and skill! Doesn't it, dear people?"

The audience cheered.

"Wait! I killed Jo and Cas? Wait!" the lights grew stronger and stronger, until the spots exploded and blacked out and Dean was in the dark again.

A booming voice broke the silence. "Your fault! Your fault!"

People gathered around him, but he couldn't see their faces.

"Why was there no one to volunteer for Jo?" Ellen asked, her eyes burning into his soul. "Why? Did you want to rub it in? That Jo could be saved, but that I couldn't do it? It's your fault she's dead, Dean."

"Don't listen to my mother." Jo stepped forward. "You didn't reap my name and you would never stick a knife in my back, would you?"

Dean wanted to shake his head, deny, but he couldn't. He couldn't lie. Jo was between him and Sammy. Would he kill her if they were the last two left? Probably.

"Just come home, we need you Dean." Mary reached out for him, but no matter how closer he walked towards her, he couldn't grab her arms. "We won't be able to earn enough without you. I thought you wanted Sam to live another life than ours? Do you want him to stay in the Seam forever?"

John's voice cut his mother's off: "You must win Dean. You need to be strong now, brush the dust off your knees and we can play psychologist when you get home. Come on Dean. Man up. They're not just going to kill each other and wait for you to walk into the fight and finish it. You have to start it!"

"Oh- he did start the fight." Anna said, her eyes were cold, like how they were after she had died. "He stabbed me in the heart without hesitation. Did you, Dean? Closed his eyes at first, to cowardly to look me in the eyes when I died."

"I- I didn't- you jumped on me and I," Dean stuttered.

"Cas pulled me off. And when I threatened to kill your boyfriend, you leaped forward like a tiger, eager to avenge him. Did I kill him?" She asked.

"No," Dean said. "Barely grazed his arm."

"Too bad. I bet he doesn't even grieve me." Anna crossed her arms and stepped back into the darkness, making place for Balthazar.

"It's okay Dean. I mean- there was no way you could have saved me from the octopus right? Like give me a blade to protect myself or take me with you." He nodded. "I have forgiven you."

"Dean?"

"Sammy?" Dean turned around. The little boy jumped in his arms and Dean held him tight. "I am doing it all for you Sammy. I am coming back home to you."

"Yes Dean, please come home." Sam whispered in his ear. "Please come home as quick as you can. I need you."

"It's all going to be okay Sam. I'm coming. As quick as I can."

Slowly, Sam turned into sand and the whole of him cascaded through his hands. "Sam? SAMMY?"

"Samuel Winchester was a loyal Tribute, but that backstabbed him."

Dean found himself among his peers, standing in the roped-off area where he had to wait every year to hear if he was going to slaughter.

"Literally. I understand I do not earn any sympathy from you, but we were the last two. Without me, Sam would have died anyway." Castiel was standing on the stage, speaking to the crowds. Two banners hung from the Justice Building, one with Sams face on it, the other with Jo's.

"Sammy?" he wrestled himself free from the crowds onto the path in the middle. "Did you kill my brother? Did you? You BASTARD!"

Castiel walked down the stage, towards Dean and as he walked, the land broke away around him, turning to dark nothingness again.

"No, Dean. I didn't kill Sam." He said, cupping Dean's face in his hands. "You killed Sam."

He pushed Dean back, on the ground and the darkness build a smoke filled room around him. Dean coughed and looked around.

There were three doors, but no keys.

"Help!" he tried to yell, but his voice was dry and he croaked.

He coughed and slowly suffocated in the smoke filled room.

"Dean? Dean! Wake up!" It was Jo.

Dean didn't want to open his eyes, afraid of the next nightmare.

"Dean- come on! Please! I need your help!" She pleaded.

Dean slowly opened his eyes, adjusting to the darkness.

"Jo?" He smiled. "Thank God you're not dead."

"Dead?" Jo smiled. "No, not yet."

She got him back on his feet. "I don't know what was in those flowers, but it wasn't good. I'm glad no one found us. I've been out for a while but woke up first."

"What about Cas?" Dean turned around.

Cas was lying on his side, white drab from the flowers in the corner of his mouth. He rolled over and mumbled something inaudible.

Dean crawled over to Castiel and shrugged his shoulder. "Cas?" he said. "Cas, come on man!"

"It won't work, Dean, don't you think I tried already?" Jo shook her head.

"No- not anymore, not anymore. I'm sorry." Castiel mumbled.

Dean sat back, frowning. "Did I mumble too?" He asked Jo.

She nodded. "Random things, like 'I'm sorry' and 'no more'. But thinking about what I dreamt of, it's not weird that you mumbled."

Dean looked around. For as far as he could see, there was no one near.

"Jo- I'm staying with Cas, can you do a quick perimeter sweep? I believe we'll just have to sit this out." He asked. Jo nodded and disappeared into the forest.

Twenty minutes later, Jo still hadn't returned and Dean was getting concerned.

He looked around, torn. Jo couldn't be dead, he hadn't heard a canon, but she could have fallen and injured herself.

He could leave Cas behind and go look for her, but if he had to choose, he'd rather have Cas to fight with than Jo.

"Jo?" He said.

Of course, no one answered. It'd be stupid.

Maybe she sat down, maybe she fell asleep.

Suddenly he realised what must've happened. The Pack. She stumbled upon the Pack and they kidnapped her.

Dean shook his head. That was stupid. Why would they kidnap her? The Pack would just kill her. He would just stay here with Cas and wait for Jo to come back. Jo was a big girl, she would be able to take care of herself, she had her knife and her sling.

"Dean?" Castiel suddenly mumbled beneath him.

"Cas?" Dean smiled. "Thank God. Those flowers were poisonous."

Castiel rubbed his eyes and sat up, gratefully drinking from the water bottle Dean offered to him. "That was horrific." He mumbled, staring into the darkness. "Have you and Jo been having nightmares too?"

Dean nodded. "Let's not talk about this, okay?" he didn't want to tell what his dreams were about and he bet that Castiel didn't want to tell either.

"Where's Jo?" Castiel asked.

"That's why I want to get you back on your feet, she went away half an hour ago and hasn't returned yet." Dean tugged on Castiel's arm.

"And you let her go off? All by herself?" Castiel frowned.

Dean shrugged. "She's a big girl."

"She's missing." Castiel sighed and got back on his feet.

He rearranged his weapon belt, like he hadn't been hallucinating at all. "Come on." He said, motioning to the left.

Dean followed him, Castiel tried to look for a trace, but Jo was too skilled to leave one. They searched for two hours square, but couldn't find anything.

Dean groaned frustrated. First he had killed Anna, stabbed her without thought and now Jo was in danger because of his stupidity too.

"We'll find her," Castiel said, soothing.

"No! We won't!" Dean yelled. He bore his dagger into a nearby tree. "She can be God knows where in this goddamned Arena, anyone can have her, they could be torturing her to force her to go track us down. We are never, ever going to win! Never! We can't beat the odds. Nobody can."

"We aren't going to win, Dean. Not we. You. Okay?" Castiel turned around and pinned Dean to a tree, holding him tight. "Please stop talking like you're going to die. You promised your brother you'd protect him, forever. I made that promise too. On the morning of my sister's first Reaping, I promised that I would protect her, against everything. I failed. I'm not going to let you fail, okay? I'm going down swinging a blade knowing that after I fall you will beat the odds and fight to get back to Sam."

Dean held his breath, frightened, taken aback by Castiel's sudden outburst of anger.

Castiel released Dean, took a step back and breathed deep. "Can we agree on that?"

Dean nodded, breathless. "I believe we can."

Castiel slung the backpack around his shoulder and marched back onto the path.

"Let's find Jo."