Supernatural Preferences

Hunger Games AU

A/N: Someone sent this to me and my followers on iFunny persuaded me to write it. I've had to alter the ages so Sam is 12 and Dean is 16. Think of Brock Kelly and Colin Ford. Imagine everyone else in the Games (No matter the character) is between 12-18 too. Bear with me!

When the sun rose on District 12; that was when Dean Winchester snapped his eyes open and was ready for the day. His little brother Sam was curled up on their shared mattress, his body tucked into the foetal position. Dean stood up slowly so as not to wake him and pulled a shirt on along with his boots. John, their father, was watching him from his single bed, whittling with his knife and not saying a word. Dean nodded at him respectfully before walking out of the door and heading towards the edge of the district.

Like always, no one was around the Meadow as he ducked under the broken fence and disappeared into the woods. Pulling his knife out of a hollow tree trunk, Dean ventured to the slighty thicker parts of the forest where he had set his traps the night before, although he daren't go any further as there were rabid predators around every corner. He pulled two squirrels and a rabbit from the snares and tied them to his belt, stopping to build some more, when he heard a twig snap behind him. Whirling around, he came face to face with Jo Harvelle, the loose cannon that just so happened to be the daughter of one of the best cooks at the Hob.

"Fuck Jo, I almost stabbed you." Dean cursed after he got over the surprise.

"Save that for the Games." She replied with a wink.
Dean felt like she was the only person he could joke about today with. After all, if you don't laugh all that's left is fear.
"Nice haul you've got there," she remarked. "I picked up some berries from down by the stream earlier, I was starting to think you'd never show up."

"I know you can't function without me, but I wanted a lie in today." Dean said sarcastically. He knew more than anyone that she was perfectly capable by herself. But they made excellent hunting partners, that much was true.

"C'mon, let's go fishing." She said, dragging him by the arm towards the lake.

They retrieved their fishing poles from their usual hiding place under some bracken and caught several fish before the sun reached its highest point in the sky.

"Check it out. I got this from the bakery," Jo said when they were finished with their daily hunt. She dug out a large loaf of white bread from the leather satchel she always wore.

"Holy shit, is that real?" Dean asked, taking it from her and ripping it open so he could smell the delicious scent of fresh dough.

"Yep. Traded some strawberries for it this morning. None of that crap stuff made from tesserae grain." Jo replied happily, grabbing half back and picking bits out to nibble on.

"Here," Dean said, pulling a berry out of the small leather pouch that were stored in. He threw it towards her and she caught it easily between her teeth. "Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds..."

"Be ever in your favour!" Jo finished, biting down on the sweet fruit. Her impression of a high-pitched Capital accent was so much better than Dean's and he grinned.

They ate the rest of the bread in comfortable silence, both of them feeling a little bad for not saving any, but reminding themselves that there would be a small feast for the entire district that night.

"We'd better head back soon," Dean hated to kill the good mood, but the Reaping was in only two hours.

"Yeah, you're right. Let's get to the Hob real quick and trade what we've got first."