Meant To Be? (Destiel AU)

Chapter 1

(AN: I got this story idea from the photo above. I hope you enjoy what I have so far :) )
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Deans POV

The future isn't at all like we thought it would be. When we were younger we thought of prosperity and better times. A safe place for people to live in and only stress about what they were going to wear and eat for the day. I wish we could go back to the better days before 2057. I heard it all started going down hill in 2016 when a man named Doland Tramp (or something like that) ran for president and unfortunately won. He caused wars that should have never happened, tensions between countries built until it all just bursted into one huge war and basically made the world the shit hole that it is today.

The countries were made into 8 districts and every two years a game would be held to basically cut down on the population and save the Capital some money. The Capital is Washington, where the 'all mighty' President lives with a bunch of other weird looking and rich spoiled brats live. Can't stand it there and have thankfully never been. America, excluding Washington, is what we used to be called before the Great War happened, now we're known as District 3. It's decent here, could be better could be worse. Africa is District 1, United Kingdom is District 2, Russia is District 4, Germany is District 5, France is District 6, Japan is District 7, and Egypt is District 8.

Once the two years are up for another game to start, each country will hold a reaping and pick a kid from the ages of 13 to 18 to compete in said game and be either killed or become champion and get treated like royalty. Now, seeing as I'm 17 and my little brother Sammy is 15 we are both eligible to be chosen, but given that our father worked in a job that was given to him by the Capital we assumed we were safe from the reaping cause who picks the governments kids? Aren't they supposed to be privileged and not get chosen?

That's what my mind set was like the first few years at least. We were care free when the Capital showed up to District 3, not one doubt in our minds. Me and Sammy stood side by side among the other boys and girls of District 3 and awaited the name to be called.

A woman stepped up onto the stage and took place behind the microphone.

"Ladies and Gentlemen of District 3, I am here to choose one young man and lady to be the representative of your wonderful District in the annual Games. As usual we'll do the ladies first."

I started zoning out after that. I mean what's the point, were safe. I vaguely hear the name of the girl being called and then a heart wrenching cry from the girls family.

"Jessica Moore"

I feel my heart drop a bit, I turn to Sam. His face is stone cold and pale, though his watery eyes give away what he's truly feeling. I find his hand and give it a tight squeeze, looking forward again I quickly remove it only to find it right back in his not even a second later. I face Sam and see tears falling down his face and his lip quivering, trying hard to hold it together. Jess is, or was, his girlfriend of a year. He absolutely adores everything about her and even at such a young age could tell that they were meant for one another.

"And now for the boys."

It felt like ages until she actually grabbed a piece of paper from the bowl. The whole crowd was silent, anxiously waiting for the poor boys name to be called. Starting to feel quiet anxious myself I squeeze Sammy's hand and close my eyes, feeling him reciprocate.

Then I felt my heart stop, my eyes widen, my palms get sweaty and my breathing get labored. No, no that's not possible. It can't be, why him? Why did it have to be him?!

"Sam Winchester"