A stand off. That was what was transpiring at the fence that separated the front yards of the Winchester and Ramirez families. The patriarch of the Ramirez family, Antonio glared right at John Winchester, who stared back furiously.
"If any damned one of your troublemaking family step foot on this property, I'm calling the cops." John threatened.
Antonio let out a mirthless laugh.
"My familia? Troublemakers? Que broma. Those sons of yours are always causing shit in this neighbourhood and I don't want them anywhere near my daughters." The eldest Winchester son, Dean puffed his chest out.
"Go near your daughters? Please. They're second rate broads." He taunted. Antonio growled and moved to cross the fence, but a hand grabbed his arm.
"Ignore him papa. Those gringos don't know nothing. Come inside." Pleaded his daughter Maria. Sending one final glare over at the Winchesters, who were also being dragged inside by the matriarch, Antonio followed his daughter back into their house. His adopted daughter Anna waited for them in the porch, her expression concerned.
"This really needs to stop." She sighed, evidently relieved by their return.
"Maybe it would if they'd get those boys under control." Antonio fumed. Anna and Maria glanced worriedly at each other. "Go do your homework girls. I'm gonna make dinner." Their father instructed and they didn't protest. The pair scurried upstairs and went into Maria's room.
"It's getting worse." Maria sighed. Anna nodded grimly.
The root of the long standing hatred between the two families was simple, racism. The Winchesters hated Maria and Anna's gang banging older brother Ángel and his crew of cousins, and the Ramirez's despised the Winchester's paper white republican way of life. The feud started not long after the Ramirez's moved in next door to the Winchesters on Colt Avenue.
Antonio had been saving up for years after his wife died for his family to move out of the ghetto into a nice neighbourhood and the day they pulled up and saw the American flag waving proudly from the Winchester lawn, they knew there was going to be a problem. As the age old saying went, you could take the kid out the hood but you couldn't take the hood out of the kid.
This was most true for twenty one year old Ángel, who despite leaving his old neighbourhood, found a new crew of Mexican hood rats to cause wreak havoc with. Of course, this didn't sit at all well with John and Mary Winchester who had to put up with the yard parties, the multitude of low riders sitting on the road, the verbal abuse from drunken youths and worst of all, the drug dealing happening on their road.
Obviously most sane people would have a problem with these occurrences happening near their home, but they constantly blamed Antonio who worked day and night to support his three children. As much as he hated to admit it, he couldn't control Ángel, no one could. He'd gone off the rails since his mother died and wasn't showing any signs of getting back on track.
The other issue, was the hypocrisy. The Winchesters had two sons, Sam and Dean. Dean was Ángel's age and a trouble maker too, but of a different breed. Dean enjoyed dirt road racing, which was of course banned in their town for safety reasons, he enjoyed drinking and he enjoyed fighting. Sam on the other hand was a prankster, he was also intelligent, which made his pranks elaborate and hard to fix. Only last week, he rigged Antonio's back and front garden sprinklers to spray red paint, leaving their gardens looking like a slaughter house.
It was a relationship destined to fail, but something unexpected had arisen from the ongoing battle between families. A friendship. Unbeknownst to their parents and siblings, Anna and Sam often studied together at the library after school, telling their families they were with someone else. Sam had a boundless potential academically, but his brother's bad influence had curbed this, so Anna helped him out.
Another unexpected thing had come to be as a result of the rivalry, a markedly more risky thing. Something small hit Maria's window, making a sharp tapping sound.
"What's that?" Anna asked.
"Probably just a tree branch. I'm gonna get my homework done now so I'll talk to you later." She theorised, then watched as Anna left the room. Once her door was closed, she locked it and hurried over to the window and slid it open.
Standing at the window opposite hers, separated by grass, a fence and a nine foot drop was Dean Winchester. He smirked at her from his own bedroom.
"Second rate broads? Really, Dean?" Maria sighed.
"Had to make it believable." He shrugged, she rolled her eyes.
"What are we doing tonight?"
At this, Dean grinned wildly. He climbed out his window and slid down the drain pipe with ease, then waited for Maria to do the same. She glanced behind her at her room, then mirrored Dean's actions a little less gracefully. They met at the front of their houses then got in his car, a sleek 67 Chevy Impala.
"I'm taking you to one of my fights." Dean revealed finally.
Maria crossed her arms indignantly.
"I thought you were going to stop that?"
"I'll be fine, sweet cheeks." He assured her.
"We'll see if you're still saying that when you get the shit beat outta you by the wrong guy." She snapped.
"Just come and support me, I want you to meet my friends." He pleaded, flashing her a charming smile that melted all her doubts away.
"Fine, just drive you idiot." She muttered. Dean chuckled and started the car. He sped his way out the town to the back roads, beyond with a large field stretched seemingly to the skyline.
In this field sat a rickety old house, the walls long having fallen in creating a large space in which youngsters had installed a makeshift boxing ring. This was where Dean fought his opponents. He parked the Impala next to a few other cars and got out, Maria followed. They strode towards the house, Dean cracking his knuckles in preparation.
A dark haired kid guarding the door simply nodded at Dean and stood aside to let him in. The place was packed full of guys, the odd few girls hanging on their arms. The second they spotted Dean, cheers erupted from the crowd. He grinned widely at his supporters, waving at them like the Queen. A guy ran forward to wrap Dean's hands, then held the ropes as he ducked into the ring. Maria leant against a wall, waiting for Dean's opponent to step up.
A silence fell over the room when the door banged open, a group of guys walked in, Maria's jaw dropped when she realised who they were. It was Ángel and his crew. She shrunk into the shadows, praying that he wouldn't see her. Her shock was only increased when Ángel shrugged his jacket off and threw it to one of his minions, then stepped into the ring.
Her brother was going to fight Dean.
