Angels Are Watching Over You (Destiel)

Angels Are Watching Over You

Sam Winchester, Sammy to his brother Dean was the younger of the two Winchester boys. It had always been Dean’s job to look after Sam and in some ways Sam looked after Dean in return, without him Dean may not have had the courage to carry on after their mother died from pneumonia when Sam was only 6 months old. District 11 was one of the poorest districts in the country and the majority of the population had to live each day as if it was there last, because it very well could be. With her death came their father’s depression. Death was so common here that after a few days everyone just expected you to go back to your normal life. John Winchester didn’t. He didn’t go to work, he didn’t move from his seat, he didn’t take Dean hunting outside the district anymore. He did nothing but wallow in self pity for 5 years before he finally walked out of the house for the first time. He never returned. They still don’t know what happened to him, everyone expects he died a long time ago, everyone except for Dean, he believes his father is still out there somewhere, and he can’t give up on his father when there’s the smallest string of hope. Dean doesn’t blame his father, he’s grateful for the hunting lessons at least, they’re the only things that have kept the boys from starvation for all these years, he just wishes his dad was strong enough to have been there for his sons when they needed him the most.

Today was the worst day of the year for all residents of district 11, the reaping, and this year Dean had double the reason to be anxious, he wasn’t going to be the only one from his family entered this year, this year Sammy turned 12 which meant his name to would be placed into the reaping bowl as well. Deans knows how unlikely it is that Sam’s name will get picked. He’s only in once, as for Dean, his name is five. Both boys dress in their finest outfits, they can’t give people in the capitol the impression that life in the districts is deadly, heaven forbid, however Sam’s suit is obviously far too big, the arms far surpassing his hands while Deans has the opposite problem, his trouser legs are nearly half way up his calves. The people in the capitol won’t notice though, they never do unless it’s shoved right into their faces, and even if they do notice they just ignore it, not wanting to acknowledge what awful conditions the capitol are thrusting upon the districts.

They made their way to the town square, walking together in an eerie silence that was always in the air on this date, the birds were always quiet, and the only sound they could hear was the thump of their shoes across the pavement.  All children were to separate into two groups, males and females and await the selection. One boy and one girl from each district would be randomly selected from the reaping to compete in the hunger games, a game of almost certain death for anyone involved. 24 contestants would enter the arena and fight each other to the death, only one contestant would survive, no massive cash prize, your prize was that you got to carry on living a normal life, if you didn’t go insane with the thought of all the innocent life’s you’d killed first.

Sam and Dean have to separate, the older children at the front, the youngest at the back. Dean gives Sam a reassuring hug and watches him as he walks slowly to the back to his place. In front of them is a large stage. The bell rings on the centre of the stage shortly afterwards, indicating district 10 has finished its selection and its district 11’s turn. Cameras on the rooftops of every shop in the square focus in on the stage and the hushed words between the few who dare speak immediately cut out so it’s quiet enough to hear a pin drop as Richard Roman, the town mayor clambers onto the stage.

Richard Roman, a slightly overweight and largely bigheaded moron was unfortunately in charge of the majority of business that went on in District 11. He was one of the few people here that didn’t live life day to day fighting to stay alive for the next one and generally he didn’t care that everyone around him did. His voice was coarse and his fingers were like little sausages, he made Deans skin crawl.

‘Welcome boys and girl to the reaping for the 72nd Hunger games! Let’s get stared shall we, Ladies first!’ he slurs out, pushing his meaty hand into the cup labelled ‘female’ shovelling his hands around the bowl before grabbing a small folded piece of paper.

‘Madison Carter!’ he exclaims cheerfully.

It makes Dean sick to his stomach, how could anyone be happy about this?

Dean knows Madison, she’s only 12 and she and Sam are good friends. He searches the crowd for Sams face; he knows he’ll be torn up on the inside even if he isn’t showing it on the outside. All he can do is give him a reassuring smile, he’s tries his best to convey that everything will be okay as Sams glistening eyes met Deans. It’s hard though.

Madison shakily makes her way through the crowd and onto the stage, taking her place. She’s petrified and everyone can see it, her eyes are darting all over the place like an animal about to get slaughtered, helpless and afraid. The crowd murmur amongst themselves unhappily, in the same way they do whenever someone as young as her gets chosen, it’s not fair.

‘Well the funs not over yet everyone, we’ve still got a male tribute to pick, let’s get to it shall we?’ Dean wants nothing more than the name on the paper to be Richard Roman, that son of a bitch wouldn’t be too happy over the reaping if his name was a possibility in the ball, but of course it won’t be, he’s far too old to be entered any more. This time he takes out the very first piece of paper he touches and smoothes it out.

‘Sam Winchester!’