Indestructible.

7- Hey guys.

This chapter is dedicated to dance-4-ever
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"Fine." I decide after a long pause, "How do I get out of these cuffs?"

   "Do you have the key?" Dean asks me with a joking smile, squatting to be on the same eye level as me.

   "No." I reply without smiling, "I don't."

   "I do." He chuckles, taking a small metal key out of his jean pocket, "I took it from that government dude that was trying to touch your-"

   My look stopped him dead in his tracks, sealing his mouth and forcing him to unlock the cuffs instead of finishing his sentence like he was planning to do.

After my wrists are free, I inspect them, half-way expecting them to have red rub marks. Of course, I find nothing.

"What are we going to do?" I meet those warm blue eyes, "I mean, the government has people everywhere, right? We can't run..."

"I honestly don't know-"

"Hey guys." A boy's voice rings throughout the alleyway.

Me and Dean both flinch, not expecting anyone to be in the alleyway with us, and as we look around, we realize that nobody is.

"Did you hear that?" I ask Dean, eyes still searching the empty alleyway for any signs of another human. My eyes only land on a few dumpsters, but those are on the other side of the alleyway... If someone were to hide over there they would've had to pass us.

"Hear me?" The voice throws the question in the air, "Yeah... I did..."

Dean's eyes me mine with a quizzical look to them, "Where is that voice coming from?"

I shrug, probably the same quizzical look planted on my face. I look to the left, towards the entrance at the sound of a rock bouncing on the pavement. Dean follows my gaze, too.

But as soon as we look towards the left, the voice of the boy chimes in my right ear, "What are you guys looking at?"

My head jolts to the right, eyes landing upon the body of a boy. He looks a few years younger than me, with dark brown eyes. He is Asian, his dark hair combed forward until it reaches his face, where it flips up to a point. He has a small mole above his lip, that moves with his mouth as his mouth forms a wide grin, "I can't believe you guys fell for that."

Dean looks up at the young teen, rising from his crouching position to his towering spot over the boy, "Who are you?"

"Barrett Jere Munson, at your service." He bends over to bow politely, "I am here to help, and I'm guessing that's exactly what you guys need."

   I get off of the ground and get on my feet, noting that Barrett is only a few inches shorter than me, "What do you mean?"

   "I was sent by the master to take you guys to his home." Barrett explains, "He believes it would be best for you two, and he also believes you are in trouble."

   "Who the heck is the master?" Dean asks, voice coming out a little more stern than he had probably anticipated.

   "The master is the one who made you guys the way you are." Barrett sighs, seeming as if he has told this story before, "And the way I am."