A normal day would be going to school and doing then coming home, right? Were you wake up and groan throwing your head back on the pillow begging for this day to hurry up and finish, already knowing what is going to happen through out the day. But today, you felt a little different, like something big was going to happen, making you jump out of bed before your mother could pour a freezing bucket of water all over you. You look at the time of your clock seeing that you had woken up half an hour early than normal, usually it was an hour late. You let out a loud yawn rubbing your arm softly trying to make yourself warmer.
This really didn’t really bother you, since it was ‘much to early to complain’ is what your mother told you when ever you were complaining when you couldn’t find your other sock, dress, phone, book etc. You walked into your bathroom deciding to get ready, you brought your phone and boombox into the bathroom going onto Spotify putting on ‘Sorry’ by Justin Bieber making sure your boombox was on the loud music hit your ear drum that was now coming from the boombox. You smiles putting your phone down and singing the lyrics loudly as got ready to get into the shower still singing.
You sat at the bus stop looking on your phone flicking through Tumblr and instagram seeing any new information about Teen Wolf or Supernatural.
“What! No.” You groaned seeing that Crystal Reed was coming back. “Come on what about Jackson or Derek for god sake.” You frown reading on. It isn’t that you hate Crystal Reed you loved her, it was just Allison, you started hating Allison for what she did to Scott, leaving him, but when she died saying she loved him making you flip.
‘What about Issac?’ You remembered screaming at the television crunching down on your popcorn.
You hear the bus stopping in front of you, you look up from your phone turning it off and walking onto the bus. You easily found a spot with only some teenagers on the bus, you walk to your seat which was only 3 seats away from the bus driver seeing a familiar boy sitting in your seat looking out the window. You gulp slightly think that it’s best to move to another seat, knowing how annoying it is when there are so many other seats free and someone sits next to you. You sigh about to walk off until he looked at you.
“Hey.” He said looking at you. “Want to sit next to me?” He asked patting the seats cousin. You smile and nod sitting down. “I saw you through the window wanting to sit down.” He smiled. You look at him embarrassed then took a deep gulp.
“Sorry, I must of looked weird.” You laugh rubbing your arm.
“No, not at all, it was cute.” He says smiling then looking at his hands which were now clasped together (Gif).
“U-uh.” You say your face turning bright red. “Thank you.” You lick your bottom lip looking at his hands then at his face which was still looking down. “I’m (Y/n).” You look at him seeing him shot his head up quickly.
“I’m Peeta, Peeta Mellark.” He smirks as your eyes widen.
“Wait d-did you just say Peeta Mellark?” You ask shocked as he nods slowly.
“Yeah, That’s me.” He says.
“You mean, like ‘The Hunger Games’ Peeta Mellark?” You mumble not believing it. He frowns slightly his head leaning to the side slightly.
“U-uh-” He was cut off then the bus came to a sudden stop and the bus door opens show the school.
“What we’re here already?” You mumble and get up walking out waiting for Peeta walking out too.
“Peeta!” You yell and he turns looking at you smiling sheepishly.
“I’ll be back see you at lunch.” He yells running to the school. You frown slightly looking around fixing your backpack so it was more on your shoulder. You turn around to hear a door slam loudly behind you. You turn and see a guy smirking at you then waving (Gif).
“No way.” You mumble your eyes widening seeing him walking to you. You gulp and turn around quickly seeing two boys screaming and yelling jumping around crazily (Gif). “Nooo way!” You squeal noticing that it was Sam and dean. You feel a light nudge on your should are you look up to see Theo Raeken looking down at you.
“Hey there, I was hoping you could help me and my new friend.” He smirked as your cheeks flash red. “Is that okay?” He asked as you nod quickly.
“Y-yeah, who’s your friend.” You ask playing with your fingernails.
“It’s Peter, Peter Pan, love. What about you?” You squeak hearing a voice from behind. “Sorry about that.” He chuckles. “What’s your name?” He ask looking down at you.
“(Y/N).” You say, he smiles raising an eyebrow (Gif). “W-what do you need help with?” You ask griping your bag strap.
“Need to go to the office, for our timetable.” Theo says as you nod leading the way.
You walk into the bathroom after taking Peter and Theo into the office. You look at yourself in the mirror.
“First, Peeta then Theo, Dean and Sam, then Peter.” You mumble to yourself then squeal loudly shaking your head and smiling happily (Gif). “OH MY GOD YES!” You yell making a few girls look at you strangely. “Sorry.” You say embarrassed they go back to putting make-up on and walking into the toilets. You walk out quickly looking at your phone seeing that there was only 5 minutes until it was time for class, you decided to go into class.
You walk into the class sitting in the middle of the room with two seats free next to you. You get your books out seeing six others who were also in the class doing so. You look up seeing the door opening and she two guys laughing nudging each others arms softly. You quickly look down seeing that you were blushing once again noticing it was Stiles and Scott from ‘Teen Wolf’.
“Sit there.” You hear Scott say and a chair being pulled out. You look up to your right side seeing Stiles smiling at you. You smile back slightly looking on the left side seeing Scott smiling at you also. “Hey, I’m Scott Mcall.” He says.
“(Y/n), my name is (Y/n).” You smile back slightly and look over at Stiles.
“I’m Stiles, b-but that isn’t on my real name, it’s my nickname, my r-real name is to hard to say so they just call me Stiles.” He shutters licking his lips.
“O-okay.” You giggle, you still loved the wired but cute Stiles.
“Really?” You ask walking out of class with Stiles and Scott after having a double period of English. They nod and smile as Stiles nudges Scott softly.
“In a sand box we meet.” Stiles laughs as you walk into the lunch room finding a free table. “Here is a spot!” Stiles says as he sits down with you and Scott following close behind. As soon as you sit Theo and Peter sit down too.
“Hey (Y/n)!” You hear someone call your name from behind, you turn to see Peeta running up to you with Newt.
“Holy shit that’s Newt.” You mumble to yourself. You see Newt limp is way to you for reason only you would understand (;-; ).
“Hey mind if we sit? One of my other friends are coming to, he just went to the bathroom.” Peeta says patting the table. You smile and nod.
“Of cause!” You smile. They both smile and sit down, Now Stiles was sitting next to you on your right side and Theo on your left, Peeta infront of toy next to Scott and Newt. Leaving only three seats free for Peeta’s other friend. “So, Peeta this is Stiles, Scott, Theo and Peter.” You smile to pointing each of them they smile at each other (Beside Stiles who was glaring at Theo) they stared taking and laughing and you joined in the conversation.
“Hey Draco!” You hear Peeta suddenly yell you turn around quickly to see Draco standing there then quickly smirks and walks over to the table sitting down.
“Hey.” He smiles awkwardly. “More muggle Friends?” He mumbles under his breath with only Theo and Scott hearing him.
“Let grab food!” Stiles says walking off getting food.
And from then on you had been hanging out with them everyday!
(you are in Katniss’s place in 3rd, 4th, 6th gif & Dean in Peeta’s in 4th, 6th gif)
“Welcome, welcome, welcome” the woman with weird clothes and hair said through the microphone “Happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favor!” she said once again cheerfully.
You shook your head and looked down at your feet. How could ever anyone be happy about them? How? They were nothing but a death trap to whoever had the un-fortune to be chosen as a tribute. You clenched your fists and gritted your teeth in both anger and… fear. You were scared, not that you would be chosen, but that your sister, Katniss, would be the one to get chosen. She, along with your mother, was the only family you had left.
You glanced up and smiled at your sister that stood next to you, her hand on your shoulder trying to comfort you. You smiled weakly at her and she did the same. You both knew that there was no point in trying to pretend that everything was ok. Because nothing was ok.
You turned your head and looked at the side where the boys were lined up. You immediately spotted the eyes of your long-time best friend, Sam, and you felt yourself relax just a little bit. He always managed to make you feel less nervous in situations like this and every time you found yourself to be the luckiest girl to have such a good friend like him. You and Sam had gone through this many times but every time the feeling never changed. The feeling that was brought to you and every other person in the 12 districts by the Hunger Games.
You nodded at Sam with a small smile as he did the same and you both turned to look back at the weird lady.
“I just love that!” she said once again way too cheerfully and you had a hard time not scoffing “Now-” she said again and you took in a sharp breath, knowing fully well what was to come “-The time has come for us to select one courageous young man and woman for the honor of representing district 12 in the 74th annual Hunger Games. As usual, ladies first.” she said and went to the big glass-boll on her left. Sticking her hand in it and taking a paper from it.
She took it and walked in front of the microphone. She unfolded it and you held your breath, fearing (as always) to hear the name that was written in it.
“Katniss Everdeen” she said and your eyes widened at hearing the name of your sister being called out. Your heart started beating rapidly and you felt everything around you freeze.
You shook your head and looked frantically around you once you realized that Katniss was no longer next to you.
“Katniss” you whispered looking around you “Katniss” you whispered once again until you finally spotted her walking towards the woman.
“No, Katniss no!” you screamed and without waiting you started running towards her direction.
The peacekeepers stopped you, holding you back by your arms. Katniss looked back at you with glistening eyes.
“No” you mouthed, shaking your head . She smiled bitterly at you and after shaking her head she turned and started walking again.
“I volunteer!” you screamed, making her stop dead in her tracks.
“I volunteer as a tribute!” you screamed again and this time the peacekeepers let you walk.
“Oh I believe we have a volunteer, Mr. Mayor” the woman said.
The peacekeepers let Katniss return and as you walked forward she enveloped you in her arms. You hugged her tightly and whispered “It’s ok, I’m alright. Don’t worry about me. Take care of mom, ok?” you said with a pained smile once you pulled away.
She was shaking her head, tears ready to fall “No” she whispered.
“No!” she screamed once again as the peacekeepers dragged her back in her line. She was you older sister and you knew fully well how she felt. Like it was her responsibility to take care of you and protect you, not the other way round. But here you were, sacrificing yourself to save your sister.
“A dramatic turn of events here in district 12″ the woman said as you walked towards the stage. You bit your lip that was trembling and tried to compose yourself.
“What’s your name?” she asked once you were up on the stage, bring the microphone close to you.
“(Y/n) Everdeen” you said with no emotion.
“Well, I bet my hat that was your sister, wasn’t it?” she said and you gave a weak nod.
“Yes” you said.
“Let’s have a big applause for our very first volunteer, (Y/n) Everdeen” she said and clapped while everybody else merely raised their hands in salute.
You just stood there, looking around you at the people you were probably not going to see ever again in your life. The life that, you were sure, would end in the Hunger Game.
“And now for the boys” she said and proceeded to do the same thing.
She walked in front of the microphone again and unfolding the paper, she read the name in it…
If your heart was beating rapidly before, now it had stopped beating altogether. This could be happening. You could not believe it. You did not want to believe it. No, not Sam. Not Sammy. Not innocent, sweet Sammy. Not your best friend. You would not be able to compete against your best friend. You would not be able to… kill you best friend. No the mere thought made you want to scream and cry. Sam? Why did it have to be Sam. Why Sammy? You would never be able to do this… no, not to him. And even if you didn’t then… somebody else would. No.
He meant so much to you. He was not only your friend. He was more. More than friend, more than family, more than somebody you cared for deeply… He was like Gale was to Katniss. You could not say it clearly yourself either but Sam… Sam meant a lot to you.
You did not want that. No, not Sam. Sam could not take part in the Hunger Games. Not now nor ever!
And… why would it have to be Sam? Why would Sam have to take part in those sick games? He did not deserve it. Sam did not-
“I volunteer!” a rough voice shouted from the boys’ side.
Sam had only taken a few steps but turned to see who had spoken up. He knew very well who it was, though, there was not doubt about it.
“I volunteer as a tribute!” the man that had raised his hand before, now stepped out of the line. People took a few steps back and away from him and you could see Sam shake his head.
“No, Dean no!” he protested and even though you could not see his face you were sure that the expression he had would be the most pain-filled one.
“Don’t worry” Sam hugged his brother “And don’t ever sign up your name, you know those sons of bitches ain’t worth it” Dean said again with a forced smile.
“No, Dean! No, don’t do this!” Sam grabbed his brother by his shirt, trying to stop him.
“You know it’s my job, Sammy” Dean said with a bitter smile and walked forward, the peacekeepers holding a screaming Sam back.
“My, now this is a turn of events!” the lady said ever so cheerfully “The two very first volunteers in the history of Hunger Games, here in district 12!” she added.
Dean walked up the few stairs to the stage, his jaw firmly set and his forest green eyes burning with anger and so many other emotions you couldn’t decipher.
“And what is your name?” she asked bringing the microphone closer to him.
“Dean Winchester, sweetheart” he said with a smirk and a wink to her but you could easily tell how it was all an act. It helped and you knew it. That was his way of trying to fight off the fear, just like yours was counting your breaths. In and out.
“Oh my” the woman laughed slightly, as if she was scandalized.
She cleared her throat and spoke “Well, go on you two, shake hands” she brought him and you closer and you extended your hand to meet his already extended one.
You averted your eyes up to his and for a moment you found yourself lost in them. The memory still there as if it was just yesterday that it happened.
You were cold and shivering from the pouring rain. You stood by a tree hugging your jacket closer to yourself as your eyes kept opening and closing. You were feeling dizzy, not being able to even remember when was the last time you ate something. You heard voices and your eyes barely opened to see what was happening. A man was shouting at another, younger one. No, not just a man. You knew him. It was John, John Winchester. You best friend’s father. You hadn’t met him in person, just seen him from afar and that was all. But it was not Sam that he was shouting to. No, this must have been… Sam’s brother. Dean, wasn’t it?
You saw him get out and slam the door behind him. He ran a hand through his hair as he threw some burned bread at the dogs that you knew, from Sam, they owned. He looked up and your eyes met. You stared at him for a while just like he did but you could not keep your eyes open for longer. They closed and your head fell, resting against the tree’s truck. You stood like that for a while until you felt something fall over you and something else being placed in your hands. You opened your eyes just slightly only to come face to face with Dean. His green orbs looking at you intensely. You looked down at yourself and saw a brown leather jacket being draped over your shoulders and loaf of bread in your hands.
You looked up at him and saw him have a soft smile on his face. You opened your mouth to speak but were cut off by another voice.
“Dean, get your ass back in here!” it was John’s voice.
Dean looked behind him mumbling something sounded like “Damn it!” through gritted teeth. He turned to look back at you as if he wanted to say something, but he closed his mouth and turned, running towards where he had come from. He looked back at you once he had opened the door and you allowed yourself to smile as you saw him walk in.
That was the first and last time you had seen Dean from close… until today of course. Sure he was Sam’s brother and you hanged out a lot with Sam but other than the few things Sam had gotten to tell you about him, you actually didn’t know the guy.
As it seemed, though, you would get to know him very well pretty soon.
“Happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favor!”the woman said, snapping you just a little bit from your trail of thoughts.
Here we go you thought.
[Not requested - just guess who got obsessed with the Hunger Games and watched the three movies in three days together! Yeah, me!]
Dean made her feel beautiful. Donna couldn’t remember the last time she had felt, like she was worth looking at. The light and hunger in Dean’s eyes had changed all of that. The way his hands had traced her soft curves, had brought her back to life. She felt deserving of his love and adoration.
Donna made Dean feel calm. Her strength and bubbly spirit amazed him. Slowly but surely he felt himself give into her. He felt himself fall in love with her, more than that she made him feel deserving of the happiness she brought him.