Chapter 1

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"Come on Jase, don't be like that" Dean says, looking over at his twin.

"Be like what D? We ain't ever gonna make it outta here. It's the truth." Jason says, flipping over onto his stomach so that he can prop himself up enough to look at his brother.

"It's not. Just cause' we were born here doesn't mean we gotta stay. The only thing we would need to get out is a bus ticket" Dean says, copying his brother and flipping over to his stomach, the both of them staring at each other over the short gap between the decaying picnic tables they're currently laying on.

"Yeah, and leave mom? Just cause' she doesn't care about us, doesn't mean that we can just leave her" Jason answers, picking at the wood of the table.

"Of course not, she's mom. But, that doesn't mean that we can't get out when we grow up, maybe she'll be better by then or something." Dean answers, kicking his legs up and down behind him.

"Come on D, you know she won't get better, she's not that kind of sick." Jason answers, pushing up so that he's standing on his table.

"I know, but, there has to be something better than this. We're eight now Jase, I don't even remember how long it's been since we've been able to go in the front door of our own apartment without getting beat up by one of mom's boyfriends. I'm tired of always being scared" Dean admits, and as he looks at his brother, he knows that he feels the same way.

"I'm tired too" Jason admits quietly, hopping off of his table and indicating for Dean to roll over so he can get onto the table with him.

"We have to get to work soon" Dean says after a few minutes, tugging lightly on his brothers pitch black hair.

"Yeah" Jason answers, flicking Dean's forehead in retaliation as he rolls off the side of the table, onto the bench, and then the ground, before standing up and pushing Dean over the other side.

"Asshole" Dean mutters.

"fuckhead" Jason says in return, smiling as Dean pops up on the other side of the table.

Jason slings his arm over Dean's shoulder as they walk away from the abandoned park, hip checking and attempting to trip each other while they go, almost falling as they walk through the gates of the park.

As soon as they exit though, they make sure to drop their arms from each others shoulders, settle bored expressions onto their faces, and draw the hoods up on their jackets, wanting to draw as little attention to themselves as possible, which is most easily done by looking like every other poor child on the streets.

The moon is high in the sky by the time they make it to crime alley, and their shoulders are brushing with each step, knowing that two kids is harder to fuck with than one, although not by much.

They easily collect their few tools from underneath a dumpster in a seemingly obscure alleyway, before going out to scout cars with tires that will make them enough money to get some food in their bellies.

It's when they've finally found a car, who's owner just exited and disappeared into a known drug den, that they hear a familiar voice scream out for help.

"Is that, Maryne?" Jason asks Dean, concern marring his face as he recalls the voice of the girl that they occasionally work with, and occasionally bunk with whenever they can't stay at the apartment.

Dean nods, they share a quick look, and then the both of them take off running, skidding to a stop in front of a dark alleyway, although not dark enough that they can't see their friend pinned to the wall by a man wearing a police uniform.

It takes all of a second for them to jump into the situation, Jason calls out first, getting the attention of the man.

"Hey asshole!" Jason yells, causing the man to look up, a creepy ass grin on his face as he takes in the two boys in the mouth of the alleyway.

The grin falls off of his face as Dean's wrench connects with his jaw and Jason's with his knee, driving the man away from their friend.

"Fucking asshole" Dean huffs out as the cop clips him in the ribs with his baton, and Jason quickly sees the hit and redirects his attention towards him, getting a kick to the gut in return.

They work in tandem, both of them staying on opposite sides of the man and trying to get him down enough to that they can run like Marnye did, but every time one of them is far enough away to run, the other gets hit or boxed in by the cop, who refuses to give up.

"Hey! The fucks going on!" a mans voice calls out from their only means of exit, and as Jason and Dean look up, their stomach's drop in dread upon seeing another cop.

Less than a minute later finds both of them shoved up against the dirty brick of the alley, handcuffs clicking tightly onto their wrists as they look at each other, determination mixed with well hidden fear showing through their eyes.

"Fucking punks" one of the cops mutters as he drags Jason to his police car, the other purposely tripping Dean as he drags him to the same car, and they are both, thankfully, short enough not to have their heads banged into the top of the door on their way in.

"Don't you have to read us our rights?" Jason asks a few minutes into their drive, glaring defiantly through the grate that sits between them and the cops.

"Sure kid, you have the right to shut the fuck up before I stop this car and make you" the cop snarls, blood dripping down his chin from where Dean initially hit him.

"Fuck you, you fucking pervert!" Dean snarls, spitting through the grate and into the hair of the man in front of him.

Dean freezes up in fear as the man suddenly pulls his gun, aiming it at Jason as he spins in his seat.

"Listen here you little shit, one more word outta either of you, and i'm gonna shoot your little punk friend" he growls, punching the grate to startle them before he turns back around.

Jason and Dean are silent after that, although they do scoot closer together on the bench seat, until they are pressed together from shoulder to knee, neither of them wanting to lose contact with the other.

They both let out a sigh of relief when they actually pull up to a police station, instead of the multitude of other places that they've heard street kids get disappeared to when arrested.

As soon as the door is opened and they are pulled out onto the sidewalk, they share a quick look before they both take cheap shots at the cops grasping their shoulders and make a run for it.

Jason doesn't make it far, him having had to run past both his cop and Dean's, and Dean's is recovered enough to tackle him to the asphalt, he can't help the muffled scream that makes its way out of his mouth when the man lands on top of him, knocking the breath out of him and crushing his arm into the asphalt at an odd angle.

He watches as Dean hears him, and then slips on the sidewalk as he spins around, barely saving himself from crashing to the ground as he runs full tilt at the cop that's on top of Jason, he rams his knee into the cop's face before the other one can stop him.

Dean and Jason are bleeding, breathing hard, and grinning as they are marched into the police station, they might be the ones in cuffs, but the cops are the ones that are bleeding and bruised from a fight with two eight year old's.

The grins though, slide off of their faces as they are suddenly steered in two different directions.

AN Thoughts? Good? Bad? Meh? Lemme know what you think. :)