After Dean left Sam’s room he found himself back out in the square, searching for the blue eyes of his best friend. He knew he wouldn’t find Cas in the sea of people that were trudging off back home, washed in relief that they hadn’t been chosen to participate in the Hunger Games, but still, Dean looked.
He moved off in the direction he’d seen Cas dragged off in, and soon picked up a trail of blood. His steps quickened as worry took hold of him. Dean knew he didn’t have long to find Cas before he had to get on the train to The Capitol, but he wasn’t going to leave without knowing if Cas was okay.
The next corner Dean took brought him almost face to face with a Peacekeeper. Dean stumbled back in surprise and the Peacekeeper took a step forward. Dean saw a door behind him and heard the sound of someone grunting in pain.
“Don’t you have a train to catch, Mr. Winchester?” the Peacekeeper asked. Dean saw his hand tighten around the handle of his gun and Dean felt a smirk touch his lips.
“What’re you going to do? Shoot me? I don’t think The Capitol would be very pleased with you if you killed the most recent victor of the Games, not to mention the son of the most famous victor and the brother of a tribute.” The Peacekeepers stance faltered and Dean moved closer to him. “You have my friend, and I’d like him to be released.”
“He has committed a felony-”
“What felony!?” Dean growled, “he tried to volunteer for my brother! Last time I checked, it was a felony to deny a volunteer! Let him go, he’s done nothing wrong.”
“I’m not supposed-”
Dean’s hands moved of his own accord and soon he was backing the Peacekeeper up against the wall, a hand to his throat, “do you really want to test me? I’ve got six kills under my belt, do you want me to make it a seventh?” Dean felt the Peacekeeper gulp under his grip and Dean tightened his hold. “Let. Him. Go.”
“Okay, okay!” The Peacekeeper gasped.
Dean released him and the man fell to the ground with a cough before scrambling to his feet and rushing towards the door that sheltered Castiel from Dean’s eyes. Dean followed the Peacekeeper into the room to see Cas hanging by his wrists with another Peacekeeper in front of him, gloves bloody.
“Brutus,” the Peacekeeper, Dean had just been choking, said.
“What do you want Heath? And what’s he doing here?” Brutus asked.
“You’re going to let my friend go,” Dean said sharply.
“Dean,” Cas said weakly, “what are you doing?”
“Saving you,” Dean replied. “Now let him go.”
“Who gave you the authority to tell us what to do?” Brutus asked with a growl.
Dean squared his shoulders and took a step towards Brutus, “well you see, I’m a victor, and if you don’t let my friend go then you’re going to have to detain me, and that would raise a lot of questions, which I’m sure you don’t want to answer. I heard Cas here try and volunteer for my brother, which is perfectly legal, by the way, so he’s done nothing wrong, which makes what you’re doing to him, illegal .”
Brutus faltered under Dean’s gaze and he shot a quick glance towards Heath who didn’t even meet his fellow Peacekeeper’s eye.
“Are we going to have a problem?” Dean asked as he took another menacing step towards Brutus. “I’ve got places to be, but if I need to kick your sorry ass first then so be it.”
Brutus shook his head, “no, sir, we don’t have a problem.”
“Good. Now untie him.”
Brutus followed Dean’s order and then Cas was falling to the ground. Dean helped him up and shot the Peacekeepers a smile before leading his friend out of the secluded room and back out onto the streets.
“You didn’t need to do that,” Cas slurred.
“Don’t be an idiot, you’re my best friend and you just tried to volunteer for Sam, of course I was going to help you.” Cas didn’t say anything else as Dean led him up the steps to his house in Victor's Village. “Stay here and clean yourself up, I’ve got a train to catch.”
“Thanks Dean,” Cas mumbled.
“No problem.” Dean started to head towards the door but he turned back, “you’re welcome to stay here while I’m gone, there’s more than enough food in the cabinets and there’s an extra bed upstairs.”
“I wouldn’t want to impose,” Cas said.
“I insist,” Dean replied with a smile. “I’ll see you when I get back.”
“Tell Sam I wish him luck!” Cas shouted after Dean.
Dean started to jog off towards the train tracks, he was already cutting it pretty fine as it was, and he didn’t want the train to leave without him. Bobby was waiting for Dean at the steps that lead up to the train, a frown on his face. “Took you long enough,” Bobby grunted.
“Sorry, I had some things I had to take care of,” Dean replied.
Dean entered the train and as he started to make his way towards the room that held his brother and Jess, the train began to move, bringing them towards The Capitol, and towards the Games that Sam was going to be forced to play in.