Disclaimer: I do not own Hunger Games or Supernatural

A/N: I changed the rules of the games a bit, but I swear it is for the good of the story. Thank you and sorry for the long hiatus from all my stories, I will try to fix that.

Chapter 1

I woke to the sounds of a skillet sizzling. I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes. "Do you have to be so loud in the morning?"

"Sorry, I am just trying to make us some breakfast." Sam said as he fried some bacon I got from a trade at the market. "Are you going hunting again today?"

"Yeah, why not?" I asked, getting up to get dressed. I slid on some jeans over my boxers and put on a plaid shirt over my t-shirt I had slept in. I buttoned my shirt and slipped on my leather jacket.

"Have you forgotten what today is?" Sam asked.

"I know perfectly what today is, it's Christmas right?"

Sam rolled his eyes at my sense of humor. "No Dean. If it was, I wouldn't be frying bacon; we would be having boiled potatoes, again."

"I know what today is Sammy." I said as I laced up my boots. "The reaping."

"So what time do you need to be back?" Sam asked, acting like a mother.

I rolled my eyes; I was twenty, I could do what I wanted. "I will be back by 3."

My sixteen year old brother wrapped my bacon in a napkin and gave me a biscuit with it. "Be back by 2, I do not want you late again." Sam said.

We grew up alone; our mom was killed a long time ago by someone affected with the Croatoan virus. Our father became obsessed with killing it; he constantly left us alone to go hunting through the woods. I raised Sam and we took care of each other. Our father died about a year ago, but we rarely saw him anyway. He did teach me how to hunt for food though, so while Sam worked at home and did the laundry, cooked, and tended a garden he planted; I went out to hunt so we could trade my kills for essentials like soap and clothes.

I walked out, eating my breakfast; I got to the 'electric fence' and slipped under it. I didn't know if its purpose anymore was to keep the Croatoans out or us in. I slipped under the fence and grabbed my duffel bag. I wanted out into the woods and looked for a nice hunting area. There was a rustle behind me and I drew my knife and turned.

Benny had a crossbow on me and we smiled. We lowered our weapons and man hugged.

"Almost put an arrow through your head."

"Did you run into a croatoan?" I asked.

"Yeah, just a few minutes ago."

I held my knife up, "Did it bleed on you?" I asked; the Croatoan virus was not something to joke about.

"No. I'm as clean as a whistle." Benny smiled.

I lowered my knife once again. "I believe you." I raised my knife again and threw it and nailed a squirrel in the head almost directly behind Benny.

Benny whistled. "Nice shot."

"Thanks." I smirked and walked over to retrieve my prize.

We hunted the rest of that afternoon and only ended up with three squirrels, a rabbit, and a quail with some eggs.

"It's not much," Benny said, unhappy with the supply of the catch for the day.

I looked up at the sun. "We can't help it. Besides. I need to go."

"What for?" Benny asked. "We still got time to hunt before sundown."

"Not me. I am only twenty." I reminded him.

Everyone between the ages of 13 to 21 had their names entered in a lottery to participate in a competition called the hunger games. If you entered your name in more than once, it would give you extra supplies. Since Sam was 16 he had 4 tickets in, one for each year he has participated. Since I was 20, I had 8 tickets plus extra for some supplies. I had a total of 12 tickets with my name on them.

"It's great to be 25." Benny joked.

I laughed. "See ya later."

"Yeah. Go and get all purdyful for tonight, maybe I will see you on tv in the audience."

"Yeah, hopefully just in the audience." I agreed.

"May the odds be ever in your favor brother." Benny said.

I waved and walked away. I hid my duffel bag and brought my half of the kills with me. I got home by 2:25.

Sam was dressed up nice and looked at me. "About time Dean."

"I'm here." I put my kills in the cooler; I would get to them later.

I put on a nicer shirt; we didn't really own any nice clothes. When I finished dressing, I walked with Sam to the courtyard.

Everyone was starting to arrive. They arranged us and grouped us off by age and gender. I stood close to the front with the other boys in their twenties. I could not see Sammy in the back. I was nervous, but I knew if anything happened to me, Benny would take care of Sam.

A man walked onto the stage. He tapped the microphone, "Is this thing on?"

I raised an eyebrow.

"Welcome to 66th hunger games." The man said, "My name is Metatron and I will be your host for this evening. This is the final district and the only district left for me to pick the cast for this year's hunger games. As per the usual, I will pick one female and one male tribute to represent district 13."

I was bored already.

"We will have the ladies go first."

Another man brought over a bowl full of tickets with the names of the girls on them.

Metatron felt for a name and pulled a ticket out. "Joanna 'Jo' Harvelle."

My eyes widened. I knew Jo, her mother use to give us some beer for us to give to our dad when he came home.

Jo separated herself from the crowd and walked onstage.

"Now, who will stand beside this pretty little flower?" Metatron drew a name from the boy's bowl. "How about… Sammuel Winchester!"