The Hunger Games Destiel AU

Reaping Day (POV DW)

The day had finally come like a punch in the gut. I don't know what's going to happen or who will get picked.

I just have two more years and then I'm out. But Sammy he still has six years.

I dressed up in my cleanest shirt and pants. Putting the Mockingjay pin in my pockets.
I helped Sam dress up too. His shaggy hair down to his shoulders.

Noticing a tear form in the corner of his eye was a punch in the stomach, "hey you have no reason to be scared. It's your first year you won't be picked."

Sam nodded but he didn't seem entirely convinced.

"Here," I say, taking the pinout of my pocket, "take this. For good luck." I winked at him and he giggled lightly.

Hopefully, that pin would be able to protect him more than I can. 

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We all lined up, single file preparing to be checked in and have our names in the reaping. We have to put down our age parents.

Many of the younger kids Sammy's age were crying. I didn't cry my first time. But to be fair I was already shedding more tears than I needed to.

The peacekeeper working the desk practically grabbed my arm, put a stamp on it. Then shoved me away. 

I took a place in the boy's area of the plaza and stood patiently. Everyone else was jittery. Mostly a guy named Garth next to me.

I whispered to him, "You have no need to be nervous. You won't get called. It's your last year in the reaping isn't it?"

He nodded.

"You have nothing to worry about." I don't know if that was more to comfort him or me. 

Effie Trinket went up the stage. Her wild orange hair overpowering her bright pink outfit.

She said in a loud voice into the microphone, "Welcome to the 74th Hunger Games!" In which no one cheered. Clearly wanting that Effie let out a "woo" and continued. 

"Let's start with the boys for the reaping." She picked a piece of paper from the bowel, opened it up then said into the microphone loud and clear, "Samuel Winchester."

Everything in my head rang. Time slowed down as I had trouble processing what just happened. One thing was clear though: Sam had been picked. All the instincts in my body told me to protect him. But I couldn't.

Unless . . .

Sam stepped out 6 rows ahead of me, walking slowly with a surprised look on his face.

My mind went blank and all I could think about was saving Sammy.

I ran out from my row and started yelling. Peacekeepers held me back, but then I said something that made everyone turn and stare at me, "I volunteer!"

Eyes slowly turned on me and I repeated it, not liking how the words felt on my tongue.

Sam looked at me, tears rushing down his face. I ran to him, gave him a hug, and pushed him away.

I walked up to the stage as Effie said in a way too cheery tone, "Looks likes we have a volunteer."

She called for the girls a name I didn't recognize but was "Claire Mills."

I stood on the stage, a determined look on my face. I would survive this. No matter what it took.

"Now for your mentor, Bobby Singer." A man stumbled out of the crowd and climbed on the stage, clearly drunk. Maybe even drunker than my Dad. He looked like we were going to say something but then jumped over to the side and vomited on the ground.

Disgusted, but still continuing Effie closed off with the infamous line, "May the odds be ever in your favor."