The Hunter Games (Supernatural/Hunger Games AU) [SADLY, ON HOLD]

Chapter 1: The Hunter Games(a short intro)

It's a nice day. A quiet Tuesday. I would say it's an ordinary day, but it's really not. Then again, nobody would say it's an 'ordinary day'. I'm a Hunter. One of the most famous hunters. The name's Winchester. Dean Winchester. I've got a brother, little Sammy. I'm eighteen years old, and I've got a lot for that age. I hunt demons, monsters, vampires, werewolves, shapeshifters, anything. You name it, we've killed it. But I don't do it alone. My dad, Sam and I, we all hunt together. John finds a potential hunt, Sammy does the research, I clean the guns, find other things, and then we go out and kill it. We got pulled into this life because of our mom. Mary. She was killed by a demon, and Dad still hasn't forgiven the world. He never will. Enough about me, my story is a little confusing to follow. We also have a little secret. We're angels. Not the guard 'Angels' from 'Heaven' that own this place. No way. We've got black wings. We just can't let them out in public, in case somebody sees.

I slowly opened my eyes, finding the light pouring through the windows too bright. Then again, it always is. It reminds me of... the fire...

"Dean, take your brother and run as fast as you can! Go, Dean! Go!" There it went. My house. Burning. Mom yelling for me, screaming for him to stop...telling John to go...dying...dying...dead...

I jumped and shot up in my bed, wiping the sleep from my eyes. I took deep, shaky breaths and swung my legs over the side of my bed. My wing muscles ached, and I checked the window before slowly stretching them out and shaking them against the wall. They shuddered and shook, so I slipped them back into folds and breathed, trying to slow my breathing. I calmed down once I saw Sammy sleeping in the bed next to mine. He's fourteen, but still acts like a baby. Sort of. He doesn't. Nevermind.

"Dean? Sam? I made breakfast." A gruff voice said. I looked over to the doorway, where my dad stood, his black wings tucked against his back.

"Thanks, Dad." I yawned, stretching my arms. He shuffled back in to the kitchen, and it was then when I noticed the smell of...bacon...yum. And...pie? Pie! Sam groaned and slowly sat up in his bed, just to fall over and fall asleep again, twitching his wings.

"Sam! Come on, Dad made bacon!" I said, getting up and poking him in the back, right between his wings. Sam whimpered and looked up at me from where he lay, collapsed on the bed.

"Bacon?" He whispered. I nodded and grinned, poking him again. He made an odd gurgling noise, using his wings to cover the spot where I poked him. He rolled over on his back and smiled, before flinching and sitting back up, rubbing his wing joints.

"I love bacon. Carry me." He muttered, reaching up and making grabby hands, curling his wings around me. I rolled my eyes at him and grabbed his sides, only to pull him over my shoulder.

"Dean!" He yelled, but I just laughed as he pounded his fists against my back and tried to smack my head with his wings. I walked out of our room and into the hallway, where dad sat at the table. He looked back at us and laughed through his breakfast.

"Never gets old. Eat up, we got paid extra for the rouge werewolf." John laughed, gesturing to the plates of bacon and pie. I grinned and set Sammy down, running to my spot, leaning forward to leave room for my wings. I sat across from Dad and didn't hesitate to pick up my fork and shovel forkfuls of pie into my mouth. Sam made a face at me and I started laughing, choking on my pie.

"Dean, you have pie. All over. Your face." Sam muttered between bites of bacon.

"It's apple pie, bitch." I growled, regaining my breath and finishing my slice of pie. I lifted my wing and smacked him on the back of his head lightly.

"Whatever, jerk." He growled back, finishing his bacon and moving on to his pie. He rubbed his wing against mine and grinned. He only ate half before pushing his plate towards me and standing up.

"I'm full." He said simply, walking over to the living room and collapsing on the couch. I finished my food(and his) and followed him, sitting on his back, just below his wings.

"Hey! Dean!*gasp* Check! Out..augh! Your.! Room!" Sam gasped, pushing me off him. I laughed at him and got up, curious.

"What did you do?" I asked him. He just grinned madly, coughing and fluttering his wings. I rolled my eyes and walked to our room, pausing in the doorway to see my half of the room decorated in rainbows.

"SAMMY!" I yelled, whirling around and almost flying to him, flapping my wings frantically for an advantage, shoving him to the ground and having a tickle war.

"Dean! Hah! Stop, gah! Haahah!" Sam gasped, screaming. I laughed and moved on top of him, tickling him in his stomach. He spread his wings and weakly tried to shove me off with them.

"DAD, HELP! AGH!" Sam yelled. I pressed a hand over his mouth.

"Shh, now don't decorate my side of the room in rainbows."

"Fine, jerk." He pressed his wings against the ground and smiled at me. I smiled back.

"Bitch."

Sooooo yeah. Here you guys go, Hunter games! Omfg I love this so much already BYYYYEEE