Hello! I am starting too many fanfictions lately, but since I'm keeping them all up, I decided antother wont hurt anyone ;) I hope you like it, it is based on a tumblr post and whoever thought of this is a genius, I hope he/she wont mind that I worked it out.
I mixed up various characters, keeping alot of SN ones and keeping alot of HG ones.
Enjoy!

PS- John and Mary are still alive. both of them. I WANT THEM TO BE HAPPY FOR ONCE.

You lean against a tree.

"Sammy, wake up boy, we need to get ready." Dean shrugged the twelve-year-olds shoulder. Samuel Winchester was a small, skinny boy, even considering that he lived in District 12.

"Come on, Sammy, mom has a bath ready," Dean tried to convince his brother that it was worth it to leave his bed today.

Sam pulled the blanket over his head. "I can't Dean. I don't want to come out of bed today."

Dean slipped his hand under the blankets and softly rubbed Sam's back.

"They won't pull your name Sammy, this is your first year, you're in the bowl only once. Plus," Dean grinned, "don't you want to see what that Trinket girl has done with her hair this year?"

He let his fingers run through his brothers hair and got up.

"Get undressed and hurry Sam, otherwise I'll go first and I worked the night shift in the mines." He took a step back, this little trick always worked, his brother flung the blankets off him and jolted down the stairs, throwing his pyjama's off as he ran into the kitchen.

Dean heard his mother, Mary, catch the boy: "Hey Sammy," she laughed, "Are you ready to take a bath?"

Dean walked down the stairs and joined his father, who was rinsing the black coal dust off his arms.

John sighed: "All throughout Panem, children are getting ready for slaughter." He looked his son in the eyes. "I don't want to risk losing you Dean, and I don't want to risk losing Samuel."

Dean nodded: "You won't dad. I'm only in there five times and Sammy once. We're not rich, but we don't need tesserae like other kids in my class. I mean, Jo is in there nineteen times. For once, I think the odds are in our favour."

John dried his hands on an old towel smiled at his son. The boy was barely sixteen and already so painfully wise.

"You make me a proud father boy,"

When Sam was done, Dean quickly bathed too, thinking about what his father had said. 'Proud'. John never said that to him before. But then, they didn't see each other an awful lot. John worked the dayshift, in the bigger, broader paths through the mines and Dean the nights, in the small openings that you had to crawl through, so he could go to school during the day. It was only for today's reaping that everyone had worked the nightshift. The mines would be closed for the rest of the day.

When he was drying himself, his mother entered the kitchen with a white blouse and black trousers.

"You'll look very handsome in these," She smiled. Dean saw that it wasn't her usual, happy smile, it was her, I-have-to-stay-strong-for-the-boys smile. Sam was standing behind her, in a smaller version of the white blouse and black trousers. They used to be Deans. They used to be Johns. Their family lived on hand-me-downs and stale bread.

Out on the town square, the official anthem of Panem played, calling them to assemble. The reaping was about to begin.

Dean buttoned up his blouse and grabbed Sam's hand. The boy looked scared.

"Aren't mum and dad coming?"

Dean smiled reassuring: "They will be there too, but not now, we need to enter first."

Sam nodded and followed Dean outside. There were children everywhere, holding hands like Sam and Dean, strolling alone, kissing their parents goodbye. But they were all quiet and they were all heading to the town square. There was no laughter, except for the occasional cold hearted drunk that placed a bet on what child would get send to the games this year.

Before they parted, where Dean had to stand in the line for sixteen year olds and Sam in the one for twelve year olds, he kneeled down before Sam.

"Okay Sammy," he said, straightening his brothers collar, "This is what's going to happen: we're going to stand in line and when you get to the front, they are going to prick your finger with a needle, it won't hurt that much, okay? They need a little blood to make sure you are really you."

Sam nodded, still with that scared, frightened look in his big hazel eyes.

"Then you are going to do what the peacekeepers tell you to do, okay? They want you to stand all the way in the front, with your classmates and I'm standing in the back, with mine." Dean got back on his feet and wiped the dust off his knees. He wanted to push Sam the right way, but the boy turned around and asked him: "Why can't I stand with you?"

Dean smiled. "Because those are the rules Sammy,"

Sam hugged Dean, burying his face in Deans blouse. The boy barely reached up to his chest. Dean ran his fingers through Sam's hair.

"I'm scared, Dean," the boy muttered into Dean's belly.

Dean knelt down again so Sam could look him in the eyes.

"Sammy, you are not going in that Arena, whatever happens. You hear me Sammy? Don't be scared."

Sam nodded.

Dean patted his back. "Okay, let's go! I'll see you later, right? I heard mom made cake for tonight."

Sam smiled and walked away: "Bye!"

In the line, at the square, Dean kept close tabs on Sam.

That until Effie Trinket, district 12's one and only escort, made her entrance.

"Welcome! Welcome! Welcome!" She smiled, "Happy Hunger games! And may the odds be ever in your favour!"

"O my God," Ash whispered into Deans ear. He had a point. For this year's games, Effie had dyed her hair navy blue and she was wearing a short dress with a lot of lace, matching the colour of her hair, of course.

"Her legs though," Dean grinned. Ash nodded, but they turned silent when Effie had finished her speech and started the reaping.

"As always," she said in her usual high pitched voice, "Ladies first!"

With her long, slender fingers, she picked one card out of the girls bowl. Tension rose when she slowly opened it. She read the name, smiled and walked back to the microphone.

"Joanna Beth Harvelle!"

A shriek from the group of parents.

"Poor Elle," Dean sighed.

Ash nodded: "I know man, first her husband gets shot for hunting and now her kid gets send to the games."

Jo walked up to the stage, escorted by four peacekeepers. Her head was held up high and a tear ran down her cheek. Dean could see she was chewing on her lips.

Effie smiled: "Lovely! Can you tell all those people watching in the Capitol a little about yourself?"

Jo scraped her throat and swallowed. "Well," she said, "My name's Jo. I'm sixteen and, ehm, my dad got shot by peacekeepers. I live alone with my mum."

Dean chuckled silently at Effie's shocked face. Secretly he had a deep admiration for Jo. For her strength and her stubbornness. He knew that she hunted too, the girl didn't work in the mines and she fed her family.

Well, what was left of it.

Effie let Jo's shoulder go. "And now for the boys."

She walked to the other glass bowl, with the boys names in them. Effie dug her hand all the way to the bottom and pulled a card out, she opened it slowly, walking back to the microphone.

Dean's heart was beating in his throat. Not because he was afraid that Effie would call his name.

He didn't give a shit about his own life, but he was terrified that they would call…

"Samuel Winchester!"

Dean knew that Ash was staring at him with a shocked look on his face.

"That's impossible!" he whispered.

Two guards pulled Sam out of the front row.

"Dean?!" his voice was higher than usual. He sounded panicked. That sound, the sound of a boy who was counting on a promise his brother made, pushed Dean over the edge. He clenched his jaw and ran out into the aisle, pushing his classmates aside.

"Sammy?" he yelled. Two peacekeepers grabbed his arm, "No!" he pulled loose.

"I volunteer!" he yelled. His voice was a little more unstable than he would like it to be, but it worked, the peacekeepers let him go.

He ran to Sammy and knelt down again. He was doing that a lot today, kneeling. "It's going to be okay, Sammy, go find mom and dad. Okay?"

Sam nodded with a tear stained face. He returned to his spot in the line.

Dean got up slowly, brushing the dust off his trousers. He marched up to the stage, where Effie was standing, clapping enthusiastically: "A volunteer! Ladies and gentlemen, District 12's very first volunteer!"

Effie put a hand around his shoulder and squeezed friendly.

"Well, aren't you a handsome young man!"

Dean said nothing. He searched the public for his mother and father. They were standing on the far left, his mother buried in his father's chest, his face turned away. She couldn't bear the sight of it anymore.

His father looked him in the eyes. Dean saw a collision of pain and pride. He nodded.

Family first, he seemed to say.

Dean noticed Effie was talking to him.

"I'm sorry?" he said.

"I asked what your name is," she smiled.

"Dean," he answered, "Dean Winchester."

"And the small boy, he is your brother right?" she asked, still smiling.

Dean wanted to punch that smile off her face so badly it ached.

"Well, we do share the same last name." Dean shrugged.

Effie laughed. "And he's funny too!" she said to the camera.

She turned him and Jo around, and peacekeepers guided them into the Justice Building. Dean could hear her 'Happy Hunger games' one more time before the doors closed behind them.

The peacekeepers locked them in separate rooms. Dean knew that this was when his 'loved ones' could come to say goodbye. He waited for almost an hour, sipping water from the glass that was waiting for him and pacing up and down the room.

The doors busted open and John, Mary and Sam ran in.

Mary immediately flew around his neck: "I love you Dean," she said muffled. Her cheeks were wet and her eyes were red.

Dean hugged her back: "I love you too mom, it's going to be fine, just keep Sammy safe, please."

"We promise," John said. He knew how much Dean loved his brother. The kid had practically raised him in the time Mary and John both had to work in the mines to stay alive. It was only this year that Mary and Dean had switched places.

"Promise me you won't sell Sam's name for tesserae." Dean asked.

John grinned: "Promise. But we don't need to, because we'll be living in Victor's Village next year."

Dean swallowed hard. "I don't know dad. I have no skills. I have never killed anything."

John nodded: "You'll be fine. Listen to your mentor and whatever happens in that Arena, we're behind you."

"Thanks, dad," Dean nodded.

He noticed Sam was tugging his trousers.

"What's up Sammy?" he asked. His brother hugged him. Dean felt he was crying.

"Hey boy, you've got to stay strong. Who else is going to take care of mom?"

"Dad?" Sam said softly.

Dean chuckled. "But dad has to work in the mines all day long."

Sam took a step back and nodded, reaching in his pocket. "I was going to give you this on your birthday but, well…" his voice died away.

Dean smiled and opened the small, brown bag. There was a necklace in it, a golden devil, with horns and all, hanging on a black cord. Dean hung it around his neck, hugging his brother one more time.

"Thank you Sammy, I love it. But don't worry, I'll be back soon. Right in time for your birthday."

That moment the peacekeepers came back in and ordered his family out of the room, leaving Dean alone.