A/N: So... this is the tweaked version, it's been uploaded so soon courtesy of Phoenixsbirdsofflame.

Every year two tributes, one girl and one boy, from each District are chosen to participate in the Hunger Games, where the tributes kill each other in an arena and the last one alive is the victor, to remind the districts of the failed rebellion. The Quarter Quell happens every 25 years, where the Capitol choses a twist.

After the 75th Hunger Games, District 13, which was previously thought to have been bombed into oblivion during the uprising, launched a rebellion. This rebellion was spear-headed by Katniss Everdeen, also known as The Girl On Fire or The Mockingjay. She was killed during a fight in District 8, shortly after her 'star-crossed lover' Peeta Mellark was tortured to death by the Capitol. Gale returned to District 12 and died in a mining accident before the 82nd Hunger Games. Haymitch is still the mentor for District 12 though he is old and spends most of his time unconscious from alcohol to numb the pain.

This second uprising failed just like the first and District 13 became another district from which tributes were selected. As punishment for the second uprising the age limits were changed, tributes could be chosen from age 10 to 32 rather than age 12 to 18.

It is now the 100th Hunger Games and the fourth Quarter Quell. After recently discovering the supernatural world the Capitol has big plans.

"Sherlock!"

"Yes, John?"

"They've just announced this year's quarter quell twist. The tribute names are all in one bowl and they pick one name out and the person whose name is picked has to have someone to volunteer to go into the Arena with them! "

Sherlock sat up from where he had been lying, "Hmm," he mused, "Are the careers from 1 and 2 allowed to volunteer?"

"No, fortunately but-"

"So? The chances that either of us are picked is less than 1 in 1000, John. And you know what they say, 'May The Odds Be Ever In Your Favor'" Sherlock added in a Capitol accent.

John nodded his head in mute agreement while smiling at his friends attempt to cheer him up. Sherlock was right; the peacekeepers paid him to help solve 'crimes' in other Districts and that meant they hadn't had to sign up for tesserae, the extra supply of grain and oil with a catch. For each tesserae they signed up for, that person's name got entered once more.

This year was the 100th Hunger Games and that meant the Capitol had devised a horrible new way to torture the tributes and John knew he wouldn't get a good night's sleep tonight. He never did. He wondered whether Sherlock was as indifferent as he acted as he made his way to his bedroom to read Dracula and see if he could get any sleep. Sighing, he settled onto his bed, resigning himself to a night with little sleep.

Sherlock watched John's retreating back and wondered about their fate, would he volunteer if John got chosen? Would John volunteer if his name got drawn? I don't know and what he didn't know made him uneasy.

"Hey Cas," Dean said as he heard the sound of wings flapping.

"Hello Dean, Hello Sam," Castiel replied, "You know it's the quarter quell's Reaping tomorrow right?"

"Yes and before you say so, we know the twist and careers can't volunteer," Sam said sullenly,

"Yes, unfortunately I can't help you if you get drawn this year as the Capitol seem to have discovered the supernatural world and worked out a way to keep anything like that out of the Arena,"

"Or in," Sam added, frowning. Dean and Castiel stared as they realized the meaning behind Sam's words.

"Well, May The Odds Be Ever In Your Favor." The angel said,

"The odds are never in our favor," Dean replied but Castiel had already gone.

"I don't like this twist, Meredith," Elena Gilbert sighed. Her best friend and vampire Hunter partner, Meredith Sulez was helping her braid her hair for the Reaping tomorrow.

"Elena it'll be fine," Meredith said, "I don't believe our lucks that bad and if you get drawn you know I'll volunteer to go in with, I swear-"

"Don't! Don't swear,"

Meredith continued unperturbed, "I swear on my honor as a vampire hunter, I will volunteer to go into the Arena with you."

Elena sighed, "And on my honor as a vampire hunter, I will volunteer to go into the Arena with you, if you get chosen,"

The girls gazed at each other for a bit, before Elena asked, "Always and forever?"

"Always and forever, 'Lena."

Both girls smiled but Meredith couldn't help but notice the faint tremor in her friend's voice and Elena could feel her friends hands falter as she braided her hair.

"Hey! You two!"

Damon lifted his head wearily, his ice blue eyes dull. The speaker was a peacekeeper dressed all in white. Damon and his brother, Stefan, had been captured as soon as the Capitol had realized vampires were real and wanted to add them to their sadistic Hunger Games. They had been kept like animals in this cage for close to what they believed was a year as they had both soon lost count of the days.

The Capitol believed that the brothers would add more excitement to the games and, because they were fiercely protective of each other, the Capitol knew if one of them was killed, the other wouldn't rest until their killer was murdered brutally for what they had done and so adding to the general blood bath that was the Hunger Games.

"It's your lucky day fella's; you get out of here and get to enjoy yourselves in the Arena soon,"

"Why?" Stefan spoke, his voice hoarse from lack of use.

"Why? Why?!" The peacekeeper scoffed, "It's the reaping for the quarter quell tomorrow," and he walked out.

"Oh joy," Damon muttered sarcastically,

"At least we're going in together, brother," Stefan said, grimacing.

"Yup," Damon replied popping the 'p', "We're in this together, 'til the end."

"To think it's been a whole year-"Stefan began, but his brother interrupted him,

"No, let's not think about that. Let's focus on the fact we get out of here soon."

"Elena! Meredith's outside!" Her Aunt Judith called,

"Coming," she cried and rushed down the stairs running a hand through her chocolate coloured locks that had been braided down her back. Lapis lazuli eyes looked out from under full lashes. A simple iced blue dress clung to her body and accented her curves. Porcelain skin looked faintly flushed.

Meredith smiled, "Hey 'Lena,". Meredith wore a strap-less black dress. Her hair was half up half down showing off her olive toned shoulders. Grey eyes were outlined with black kohl.

"You look amazing, Merry," Elena smirked; she knew Meredith disliked her nickname. Meredith glared at Elena and she returned the look until both girls broke into giggles simultaneously and began walking in the direction of the town square of District 6.

Sherlock straightened his tie and shrugged his suit jacket on, "I don't understand why we have to do dress up smart," he said and frowned,

"We got to, I don't know why either but come on or we'll be late," John replied. As they walked out the door, Sherlock contemplated the Hunger Games, 26 tributes aged 10 to 32 were chosen from the district's randomly one girl and one boy. There had been an uprising in District 13, 25 years ago but it had failed and 13 become another district for the Capitol to select tributes from. Sherlock sighed and followed John towards the meeting area in District 11.

Dean donned his scratchy suit and looked at his brother, "Sam! We've been through worse than this,"

Sam sighed, "I know but there's no volunteering this year," Dean nodded, being in District 1 there was always a career that volunteered to take a tributes place, but not this year.

"Come on, brother, if you get picked you know I'll just come straight into the Arena with you right?"

"I know Dean and I'll do exactly the same for you,"

"Now I would try and do something to help but I'm not allowed so I guess I'll just say may the odds be ever in your favour" Castiel said, "Good luck,"

"Thanks Cas," the brothers said in unison, "But we better get going," Sam added.

"Of course," The Angel said and disappeared. Sam and Dean shared a look and headed out the door.

The atmosphere was tense in the town square, combined with the suits it was almost unbearable. Sam glared at him when he started to fidget. Dean was about to make a snarky comment when Nelly Star, the escort for District 1, stepped onto the stage. His hair was dyed an unfortunate shade of pink and his suit was bright blue.

"Welcome to the reaping of the 100th Hunger Games. Let's get on with it!" he said in his enthusiastic Capitol accent and if looks could kill Nelly Star would be decomposing by now from the look Dean was giving him. Oblivious, Nelly walked towards the large glass bowl with several thousand slips of paper in it.

"Glaring won't do anything, you know that right?" Sam questioned his brother,

"Yep, but it might."

"Alright District 1 this year's tribute is…. Sam Winchester. Who will volunteer to go into the arena with hi-"

"I volunteer!" Dean cut him off. The brothers were jostled towards the stage by peacekeepers and once on the stage, Nelly turned towards Dean.

"So you are?" He asked.

"Dean. Dean Winchester."

"Well would you look at that? Brothers?"

"Yes." Sam answered before Dean could say anything wrong.

After that they were guided towards the waiting train as the post-reaping visits from their family and close friends were now banned. Before the metal doors shut Dean swore he could see Castiel's face in the crowd but the doors closed before he could get a proper look.

The train started and they were on their way to the Capitol.

"John Watson." Effie Trinket's voice rang out. John panicked. Effie had been promoted from escort for District 12 and still looked as young as ever. But that didn't help John as he as dragged towards the stage by a peacekeeper.

"So we need a volunteer."

"I volunteer." A strong voice rang out. John was shocked; he hadn't expected Sherlock to volunteer. Sherlock didn't make eye contact with him at all.

Once Effie asked his name and how he knew John they were marched to the train and Sherlock sat looking stonily out the window.

Sherlock knew John was hurt because he was ignoring him but he had to sort out his emotions. When John's name was called he felt fear and worry for the first time in a long time. He didn't want to break the stone hearted reputation he had gotten but he couldn't stop the words before they were out of his mouth. I volunteer. Two simple words had tipped his perspective and he suddenly realized he couldn't abandon his friend. Something Sherlock had never had before.

Elena slowly walked around the train unable to sleep despite having the comfiest bed she had ever been in. The moment her name was called kept replaying through her mind, preventing her from sleeping. The fear was more than she had ever felt before.

"Hey," Meredith said softly from behind her, "Couldn't sleep either?"

Elena nodded her head silently her brunette hair catching the moonlight. Sighing the girls sat in silence mentally preparing themselves for what was to come.

Sitting in a clean white room, a freshly showered Stefan and Damon watched the flat screen TV; it was currently showing a re-cap of the Reaping in each district.

Stefan looked at his brother who was deep in thought, and was startled when his velvet voice said," The tributes from 1, 6 and 11. I think we need to watch out for,"

Stefan scoffed, "We're vampires Damon!?"

"Yes but the girls from 6 are obviously Hunters, the brothers from 1 are the Winchesters, Stefan, ya know? Used to be infamous hunters? Kill anything supernatural? And there's just something about the pair from 11," Damon said,

"Fine, brother, "Stefan scoffed, "But I've got your back if you've got mine?"

"Of course, brother," Damon mocked but Stefan could see the sincerity in his eyes.