It all happened so fast. Just a few hours ago, you were sitting in the bunker, researching with the Winchesters. Now, you awoke in a train.

"What..." you looked around, wiping your eyes. But it wasn't a dream. You sat up and looked out the window of the train. You seemed to be approaching a strangely familiar city. "No, it can't be."

"(Y/N) make yourself look decent. We're about to enter the Capitol," said a woman with huge bright orange hair and an outrageous outfit. That had to be Effie.

"I'm dreaming, aren't I?" You muttered.

Effie arched a brow. "No dear, this is all real," she said before walking out. Though still unconvinced, you decided to get dressed. You put on the first thing you could find, a dark red hoodie and a pair of black jeans. You let your (H/C) hair loose and walked out of your room to see Haymitch, Effie, and Castiel eating breakfast.

You chuckled a bit by the fact that Castiel was actually eating, considering he said food tasted like molecules to him. It took you a moment to notice that he actually looked a little younger, like a teenager. "Uh...Cas can I talk to you in private?"

He nodded and you walked towards an empty hall. "What the heck is going on Cas?"

"I think we are in an alternate universe in which the famous teen novel, 'The Hunger Games' is actually real. And we both look like teenagers because only kids from ages 12-18, I believe are allowed in the games," Castiel explained.

"I know that but how?" you asked. Before Castiel could respond, Effie took your hand and led you toward the window.

"We're here!" She said with a wide elegant smile. Haymitch, as usual, was already hammered.

~ Time Skip brought to you by Prim's Cat~

"This is really uncomfortable," you said, squirming in your tight black, sequined dress/suit.

Cinna, your designer, laughed. "You look amazing." He handed you a small remote, "When you get out there, press this button."

"What happens when I press the button?" you grinned, hoping it was like the scene from the actual book. Maybe you would be the next (girl/boy) on fire.

"You'll see," he smiled and patted your back, "Now go. And keep a fierce expression."

You nodded and walked to the chariot where Castiel already sat. He wore an all black trench coat, black tie and pants. He held out his hand, helping you get on the chariot.

Castiel whispered in your ear just before the horses started to move," I found Sam and Dean. Sam's in district 5 and Dean's in district 2." You sighed and bit your lip. Dean was with the careers. And that wasn't a good thing. The careers were known for being brutal and ruthless. Unlike any sane person, these people actually VOLUNTEERED to be in the games.

However, since you knew the Hunger Games series well, you knew that maybe you had a chance to win for District 12 and also avoid having to kill Sam, Dean, and Cas.

The chariot began to move forward and that was your signal. Both you and Cas pressed the button on the remotes given to you. Suddenly, smoke and sparks flickered from your dress and Castiel's trench coat.

You turned to Cas, who had his eyes focused forward and you followed his lead. Ignoring the smoke, you kept a fierce expression. After all the smoke blew away, you realize your dress was now white and flowing, with wings behind you. Castiel was now in a white trenchcoat, with large feathery wings attached to him as well.

He turned to you with a smile and took your hand in his. Your eyes widened at the gesture and you blushed. Then, you understood. In the Hunger Games, Peeta and Katniss created a romance to get sponsors. Castiel was probably trying to do that exact same thing.

When all the chariots reached the front, President Snow made his long speech. However, you didn't really give a crap what the guy had to say so you focused on finding Sam and Dean's chariots.

You spotted Dean in a gold knight's ensemble, standing next to a girl with black hair and dark eyes. Clove. You remembered reading about her in the book. She was a pretty vicious character. You wondered how Dean was dealing with that psychopath.

You then looked over to where Sam was. He was standing next to a girl with blond hair and blue eyes. She looked about 16. She didn't look very familiar, so you couldn't tell if he'd be in danger or not.

~Time Skip Brought to you by the merciless President Snow~

"We need to form some alliances Cas," you whispered to him and you both walked into the training area.

"Well that shall be easy. Sam and Dean are obviously going to side with us," Castiel replied reassuringly.

You looked around the room, eventually finding Dean talking to Clove again. Something about all of it just didn't settle right with you. Once they finished talking and Clove went off to train, you took your chance. You walked over to Dean and pulled his arm back, dragging him to a corner.

"What the hell was that for?" Dean asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"I don't think you should be hanging with that Clove chick anymore. Trust me, she's bad news," you warned him.

He pursed his lips, "What do you mean she's bad news? Have you seen her knife-throwing skills? I'm thinking of starting an alliance with her."

"No," you hissed, giving him a scowl.

Dean chuckled, "No? Look you can't tell me what to do (Y/N). Don't worry about her. I'll make sure she won't kill you, Cas, or Sammy."

You sighed, knowing you were not going to get through to him. "Whatever I'm not going near her. Anyways, what skill are you going to show the judges?"

"I don't know... Maybe my kick- ass torturing skills," he grinned. You rolled your eyes, not really surprised by his comment.

Clove called Dean over and before you could say anything, he headed off. You then decided to search for Sam, who looked like he was creating some weird contraptions with a bunch of wires.

You walked up and knelt beside him, "Whatcha up to Sammy?"

He grumbled, "I told you not to call me Sammy. Sammy's the name of a 12 year old diabetic." You put your hands up in surrender. Sam sighed, "Well if you must know, I'm practicing how to create a bomb."

Your eyes widened in fear, "What the hell's wrong with you dude? Trying to bomb us all so you won't have to fight?"

"No, no don't worry these are fake. But the ones that'll be given in the games are real," he reassured. You nodded slightly, watching his fingers go to work with the wires. "So what's up with you and Cas? I talked to Dean but didn't really get a chance to talk with you."

"Well Cas and I thought we should just all form an alliance with you and Dean and maybe some other people," you replied, glaring back at Clove, who was slinging a bunch of knives at a target. She hit the target perfectly everytime.

"She's pretty creepy right? Don't know why Dean's hanging with that chick," Sam said from behind, acknowledging Clove as well.

You nodded, "Yeah, I'm worried about him. With the Mark of Cain still on him, I don't think this whole battle to the death is making anything better."

Sam patted your shoulder, "Honestly, I'm worried too. But this is Dean we're talking about and he'd never try to harm us at least." You tried to smile and nod, gaining some hope. "I just want you to remember though, these are kids we're going to be fighting. Not the monsters we hunt on a daily basis," Sam reminded you.

~Another time skip brought to you by Peeta's sexy bread~

You walked into the judges area, feeling your palms sweat. Taking a deep breath, you looked around at your options carefully. What skill were you going to show them? That you could exorcise a demon or kill a wendigo? That you could salt and burn a ghost's bones so fast it'll make their heads spin? You sighed and looked up, noticing all the judges watching from above.

You looked around at the table of weapons. You decided to grab a long silver katana sword. All the judges widened their eyes, considering you were a small person, it was surprising to see you holding a huge weapon.

Suddenly, holograms began to appear and you gripped the sword tightly. As they rushed towards you, you slashed your sword swiftly across them and reached for the other sword simultaneously. This battle went on relentlessly for a few more minutes until you heard a "Cut!"and the holograms disappeared. After giving the judges a curt bow, you tossed the swords back on the table and left.

~Time Skip brought to you by the mocking jays~

"Great job again on getting one of the highest scores from the judges sweetie," Haymitch applauded, slightly swaying because he was a little tipsy.

Today was what you called "Talkshow Time." It was the day where you get to describe the kind of person you were and maybe earn some sponsors before you went off to fight to the death.

"So what are you planning on saying when you get out there (Y/N)? Do you have any interests or talents?" Haymitch asked.

Cinna was still stitching up your dress/suit. So far it looked amazing. It was a vibrant red, suit/strapless dress that reached up to your ankles and swayed whenever you moved.

"Well um... I can sing," you muttered quietly, hoping he didn't notice your small comment or just forgot.

Haymitch's eyes enlightened, "Great! You'll definitely swoon those sponsors with a beautiful voice.".

You all stayed silent for a few moments until you realized your name is called. "Break a leg," Cinna smiled and you headed onto the stage.

You noticed Caesar immediately, with his infamous blue wig and suit, standing and applauding your entrance. "Everybody give a hand for (F/N) (L/N)!"

You smiled and waved at the huge crowd. He led you to a seat next to him. You felt your palms get sweaty again and started to tense up.

"So (Y/N), how are you feeling today?" Caesar asked with a bright flashy smile.

How were you feeling? Angry. Pissed. Annoyed. Aggravated. Stressed. Frightened..."I'm doing great. Just kinda hoping I don't die."

The crowd laughed. Did they think you were using sarcasm? Honestly, the hoping you don't die part was you expressing your rational fear.

"Well of course not," Caesar grinned and crossed his legs, "So tell me about you. The real you. No filters."

The real you? The real you was actually a 24 year old who hunted monsters for a living and fought alongside a demon-blood junkie, a highschool drop out, and a baby in a trench coat. However, you realized you have to keep along with this facade. "Well I'm just a kind hearted person generally who's not afraid to bite sometimes. I guess I've just lost a lot of people in my life so this doesn't really faze me."

You thought about mentioning the singing, like Haymitch suggested but decided not to. You didn't have to prove a thing to these ignorant Capitol people. And you had an advantage. You've read the whole Hunger Games series. You knew how it was going to end. And no matter what, you, Cas, Sam, and Dean were going to make it out alive.