A/N: I know the gang names are pretty cheesy, but when I looked up a list of actual gang names they were all just as cheesy or worse so I felt better about my name choices. Also, yes, Sam will be in this fic, but he's a lawyer, not a cop so he wasn't in this chapter.
Chapter 1
"Freeze! Put down the bag!" The robber took one look at Dean's gun and slowly lowered his bag to the floor before putting his hands in the air. "You're under arrest," Dean told him as he pulled the man's arms behind his back and slapped on a pair of cuffs. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you can't afford an attorney, one will be issued to you."
"How did you know I was here?" the guy asked as Dean escorted him out to his car. "The people who own this place aren't supposed to be home for another three days."
"Apparently you're not the only one who knew that," Charlie, Dean's partner, told him. "Somebody called in reporting some suspicious activity."
He grumbled something unintelligibly as Dean opened the door to the backseat and started shoving him inside.
"Yeah, yeah. Why don't you try exercising your right to remain silent?" Dean said. "It'd be a wise choice for you."
"Back already?" Chief Singer asked when they arrived at the station.
"It was an easy arrest," Dean answered.
"Yeah, no biggie," Charlie said.
"You didn't even do anything," Dean reminded her.
"It seemed like you had it covered. It didn't seem necessary to interfere."
"Well then I won't interfere with you doing the paperwork," Dean countered.
"Hey!"
"As your senior officer, I think you need the experience," he said with smug grin on his face. "Since you are so fresh out of the academy, I don't want to deprive you of this opportunity to learn."
"Fine," she said with a pout. "But only because you're my senior officer, so I can't really argue with you."
"That's the spirit."
"We've got gunshots near the corner of 9th and Columbus. Possibly gang related." It was Ash's voice coming through the radio.
"Fuck," Dean said. "I bet it's those damn Demons again."
"This is exciting. I might finally get to see the infamous Downtown Demons and Uptown Angels duking it out," Charlie said.
"Don't get too excited. It's not like a trip to the candy store. This is dangerous stuff."
Charlie rolled her eyes. "If I didn't think dangerous things were exciting then I would never have become a police officer. Now let's go."
They arrived on the scene just as Ash and Pamela were putting someone in their car. Dean recognized him as a member of the Uptown Angels which was surprising because it was usually the Demons who were the more violent ones.
"Fill us in," he told them.
"We heard gunshots about ten minutes ago, so I radioed it in and we went to investigate," Ash said. "Found this guy in that alley over there with a few minor knife wounds on his arms. Didn't see a gun though, so I'm willing to bet my mullet there's more of 'em lurking around here somewhere."
"Ten minutes is a long time," Dean pointed out. "They could've–" He was cut off by the sound of more gunshots.
"It's coming from up the street," Pamela said.
"Charlie, you stay here and babysit this one," Dean ordered. "Ash, Pamela, and I will go check this out."
"But–"
"No arguing."
"We're gonna need some backup on Columbus between 9th and 10th Avenue," Ash said into his radio as the three of them hurried down the street, guns drawn.
"You're in the wrong neighborhood," they heard someone say from around the corner. "Why don't you go back to where you came from and suck on your silver spoon?"
"Stop acting like you own the place. Midtown isn't your turf. This is neutral territory," a second voice said.
They crept up to the corner of the building and Dean peered around it while Ash and Pamela stood behind him. There were two men pointing guns at each other, each with a handful of guys standing behind them. Two bodies were already on the ground, lying in pools of blood. Dean recognized both of the gunmen. One was Crowley, leader of the Downtown Demons. He was a slippery one who always managed to evade arrest. The other was Raphael. He was the leader of the Uptown Angels and got away with a helluva lot just because his father was the mayor. And even if he wasn't, it would be hard to pin him on anything worse than vandalism because he usually made some member of his gang do all his dirty work.
They heard a car door close and turned around to see Ellen and Jody getting out of their squad car. Dean motioned for then to stay quiet and go around to the other side of the alley.
"It was mutual territory, but now it's been claimed," Crowley said. "So I suggest you go back home to daddy before I put a bullet in that tiny little brain of yours."
Ellen and Jody were in position, so they had the two gangs surrounded. Dean nodded at each of them to make sure they were ready, then pointed his gun straight at Crowley.
"Freeze! Put your hands in the air! We've got you all surrounded!"
"It's the police!" some nameless Demon yelled before firing in Dean's general direction. Suddenly everybody was shooting and a full on firefight ensued. It was chaos with gang members running around trying to get out of the alley and bullets flying everywhere.
Trying not to let one of them get away, Dean stepped out from the cover of the building.
BAM!
He was shot square in the chest. His bulletproof vest saved him, but it still felt like someone had whacked him with a bat. Stumbling backwards, he stepped into the road. A horn honked, he saw headlights, and then–
He was flying. Still trying to recover from getting all the air knocked out of him when he was shot, he didn't even realize what was happening until he was set down on a nearby roof. He didn't get a very good look at the person carrying him because as soon as they set him down they flew away again. All he saw was a black mask, the bluest eyes he'd ever seen, and a pair of large, black, feathery wings.
Looking over the edge of the building, he watched as the winged man, dressed in all black, began to knock out the members of the two gangs one by one with just a touch of his hand. One tried to shoot him, but he put out his hand and the bullet stopped in mid-air.
Dean ran to the stairs and began to descend back down to the first floor. By the time he made it down there, however, the mysterious winged man was already gone.
