So, I finished the fanfiction in one night... it just sort of happened, but because I wrote it a 3AM it's full of spelling mistakes and I won't feed it to you in three days :)
Anyway- enjoy and review

You look up at the gap in the trees,

Dean didn't know how long it took, but suddenly, it was over.

He knew it that the torture was done when the biting stopped.

He had been ripped apart and put back together again for so many times he had lost count, but when the biting finally stopped and the throbbing pain flowed out of his body, leaving only the pulling of stitches in his left leg and his aching muscles to pain him, he sighed relieved.

He got up, wiped the tears, snot and blood off his face with his sleeve and stretched his sore muscles by walking back to the middle of the crossroad.

He walked back and was marvelled (and a little bit shocked) at the sight of a giant white tree planted right in the middle of the crossroad. It went up so high that the top disappeared in that god-damned darkness they had been practically living in.

The branches had blood-red leaves on them and Dean didn't trust the thing.

Apparently, Castiel and Gabriel didn't either. They came walking out of their paths, Gabriel holding his stomach and Castiel clenched his arm.

Dean frowned, but then he noticed he had his arms hugged protectively in front of his chest.

"Is everyone okay?" he asked.

"I wouldn't put it that way," Gabriel said. The cheerfulness in his voice was gone. "But some sleep and I'll be fine."

Dean nodded. "Yeah, that nap feels like years ago."

He turned to Castiel. "How about you?"

"Does any of us really want to talk about this?" He said, smiling weakly.

Dean shook his head, together with Gabriel. "No. Let's keep our monsters to ourselves." Dean sighed and looked up, undoubtedly towards one of the many camera's. "Well, ourselves and the rest of Panem."

Gabriel smiled weakly. "What's up with the giant oak that just rose out of the ground like a boy who saw a girl in a really short skirt."

"I don't know." Dean said, but then he remembered Bobby's note. "Climb the tree."

"You're joking." Gabriel said.

"No. No I'm not." Dean smiled. He buckled the backpack so it wouldn't fall off and lifted himself up on the first branch.

Ignoring the stinging pain in his leg, he turned around and reached down. "Come on, I believe this is it. I think this might lead to Puck's promised lands."

"You want to climb a tree?" Gabriel shook his head. "This is the Hunger Games, not the boy scouts."

It looked like Castiel remembered Bobby's note too and he grabbed Dean's hand, letting himself get pulled up.

"Do you want to go back?" he said to Gabriel.

Gabriel frowned and let Cas pull him in the first branch too. "But I still don't understand why we're climbing the tree."

"It's easy," Castiel said. "We can't go back, there is nothing there even if we manage to find the exit of the maze, and I am not picking one of those other three paths again, even if we go together."

Dean nodded.

In the darkness, they tried climbing the white tree.

Dean tried to spare his leg as much as he could, but the thing was treacherous. It had thorns on places where you didn't expect them, really thick branches that snapped off when you touched them and really thin ones that could support the weight of all three of them.

When they reached the top, Dean was shaking. His arms ached because of his recent torture session and the climb.

When he looked down, he couldn't see the ground and when he looked up he could reach out and touch the ceiling.

When he did, it crumbled like dry sand beneath his fingers.

"Close your eyes!" he said, and it was a good thing that they all did, because not only sand came pouring down on their faces, but Dean also felt warm sunlight prickling his cheek.

He grabbed onto what felt like a root and pulled himself out of the hole, rolling on his back.

His leg felt weird, like someone had stuck a million needles in it, but it didn't matter, nothing mattered now.

The air tasted fresh, like, morning dew fresh and he could see red sunlight behind his eyelids. He laughed.

"We're outside! We're somewhere where it's light and cool!" He slowly opened his eyes to see if Cas and Gabriel were enjoying themselves too, when he felt someone pull on the bandage.

"Oh no," he heard Castiel whisper.

Dean sat up. They were in a place that looked like the meadow in 12. Tears sprung to his eyes, but that was not only the melancholy of the alikeness of his home, but also Castiel digging his fingers in his leg.

"Cas, what the hell?" He swore.

"You ripped the stitches." He said, mouth full of needles and threads. "Gabriel, water, fire, cloth, now."

Castiel's voice was harsh, and it startled both Gabriel and Dean.

Gabriel ran off to seek a nearby stream. It had to be close, Dean could hear it rushing down the rocks.

"What's wrong Cas?" Dean asked.

Castiel didn't reply.

"Cas!"

"You ripped your stitches and your wound started bleeding again, but it doesn't bleed steadily, it bleeds like a heartbeat." Castiel took the fresh cloth from Gabriel and started cleaning it and stitching it back up again.

Dean leaned back in the grass, biting his arm to concentrate on something else than his leg. If it bled like a heartbeat, that meant one of his main arteries was bleeding.

That means he would bleed out in three minutes.

Awesome.

Then the world turned black. Again.

"So, that was it Dean."

Dean shivered. He knew that voice.

"Castiel couldn't save you. He was smart, but not a doctor."

Dean opened his eyes. He was lying on a surgery bed. Alastair was standing over him.

"Am I, dead?" he asked.

Alastair nodded. "Yes... you bumped in on a thorn, and when you pulled yourself up it sprung loose and you earned a nice little hole in your artery. You went unconscious after a minute, which is surprisingly long, and bled out.

'Boom! Canon!" Alastair laughed.

"So I am in Hell?" Dean asked.

"Of course!" Alastair said. "Why would you go to Heaven? You killed Jo and Anna, and you were going to kill so many other people. You left your mother and father behind, and you little Sammy."

Anger flurried up in Deans chest. He was the only one that was allowed to call Sam 'Sammy'.

"But you left them all behind. Even Cas and Gabe. He cares about you, Castiel, did you know that?" Alastair smiled devilish. "A lot."

"Shut up Alastair." He growled.

Alastair shrugged. "It's time to pay your debt."

He pulled a surgical knife out of his belt and walked to Dean's left leg, the leg that got wounded and started slicing bits out, constantly just scraping the bone.

Dean screamed in pain. The blade was burning bright and cut through his flesh and muscles as if it was butter.

"Make it stop!" he cried. "Please!"

Alastair pulled the knife back. "Under one condition..."

DEAN.

Dean looked around, but there was no one else than Alastair. He could've sworn he heard someone call him.

Dean, wake up.

He felt dizzy, had a headache like someone was drumming on his temples, but he was breathing.

Dean looked around, and saw that he was lying on an improvised bed of straw with something soft beneath his head.

The soft thing turned out to be Gabriel's coat.

Around him he saw forest, not as dense as the pit where they had spent the last week in, but dense enough that there wasn't any direct sunlight, it was all filtered by leaves and branches and it was so peaceful and tranquil. There was sunlight all around him and he felt warm.

His leg throbbed, but it was a reassuring throb, like a heartbeat.

"I'm... I'm alive?" Deans voice was dry and rasped, like he hadn't spoken in days. He swallowed but he couldn't get past the dry lump in his throat.

"You were so close to actually dying that I'm sure they had a canon ready, but you made it." Gabriel smiled. "Castiel did this thing with bandage and a piece of his jeans and you stopped bleeding."

"I gave him a tourniquet." Castiel walked towards them with his hands full of food and sat down next to them. "Look, just like Puck promised."

He smiled and handed Dean fruit and bread. It was fresh and soft and Dean wolfed it down like he hadn't eaten properly in weeks.

Well, he hadn't.

Castiel handed him the water bottle and Dean gulped down all its contents. The water was fresh and cold, not musty like the water from the river in the cave.

"How long have I been out?" he asked between bites.

"Twelve, maybe thirteen hours." Castiel shrugged. "It doesn't really matter, but it looks like we are safe."

"Safe?" Dean frowned.

"It appears as if we're in some sort of garden of Eden." Castiel shrugged. "We haven't explored in yet because of your state but there are actual days and nights here and bread and fruit and fresh water."

"And what about Lilith?" Dean asked.

"If she is still down there, she'll be dead soon, the real Games are going to be played here." Castiel sighed. "The question is, what do we do?"

"What do you mean, what do we do?" Dean asked.

"It's just the three of us. Do we stick together? Do we split up?" Castiel said.

"I say we divide the supplies between the three of us and split up." Gabriel was fairly quick with his answer. "And the next time we meet, we fight."

Dean nodded. It was the way for him to not feel guilty. He didn't have to backstab anyone, and that felt good. Or, at least it felt better than betraying his allies.

In the best situation Gabriel would kill Cas and he could kill Gabriel.

Dean shook his head.

Don't think like that.

Castiel didn't really respond of any kind. He just, sat there and stared at Dean, with that questioning frown on his face.

It made him feel uncomfortable, because he had the feeling Castiel knew exactly what he was thinking.

They heard beeping to their right and a gift appeared from the sky. The tin casing had a big '5' on it and Gabriel jumped up.

"A gift from my sponsors!" Gabriel jumped up happily. "Thanks Capitol!"

He opened it and read the note. "Share a last meal together." He smiled. "Berries! Man, I love berries! They're so sweet!"

He popped a berry in his mouth and sat down next to Dean and Cas.

He placed the casing in the middle, so they could share.

Dean leaned forward to fetch a few, when he recognized the berries and hit them violently out of Cas' and Gabriel's hands.

"Those are Doll's Eyes!" he recognized them from his 'Plants 101' back in the Capitol.

Gabriel started spitting them out, but they all knew he already swallowed a couple.

"What now?" Gabriel frowned, betrayed. "Why?"

"Lilith probably set this up as a trap," Castiel said. "This wasn't your District, this was her."

Gabriel started drawing short, ragged breaths and Dean was at his side in seconds.

"You'll die Gabe. I'm so sorry." He said, choked. Stupid kid. Why did he have to join them? Another one added to the list of people that died because of his stupidity. If he had just paid attention, if he had just been more cautious.

"Dean," Gabriel said. He sounded out of breath.

"Don't waste your breath on me Gabriel. Don't."

Gabriel smiled. He smiled that devilish, I-am-one-step-ahead-of-you-smile.

"Dean. It's just a Game."

Boom.