Save a Horse, Ride a Winchester
Save a Horse, Ride a Winchester
Chapter 2
Chapter Wordcount: 2452
“Dean. It’s really not that hard,” Adrianna laughed. She was feeling rather…generous today, even after he chased her out of the house, tackled her to the ground and threatened to kill her, so he was shoveling the horse crap out of the stables. She was standing nearby, sipping lemonade casually, content with not having to do her usual jobs this early in the morning; and she had to admit, watching all the tight muscles under his skin flex while he was working was quite nice.
“If you’re talking about the horse shit I’m cleaning up, you’re damn right it’s not that hard,” he replied angrily. “You do this every day?”
“Pretty much. Horses don’t like living and sleeping in their own shit. What’d you think, it magically disappeared?”
“I don’t know, but this was never on my list of things to do before I die, I can tell you that much,” he muttered.
“Ha, well now it’s on your list of things done for the next however many weeks.”
Dean could only make a face.
“This is awkward,” Sam stated.
Nicole peered at him under the cow from the other side of the animal, trying not to laugh at the look on his face. “You get used to it.”
“This really doesn’t hurt them?”
“Well, it’s not like-I’m not even going to say that. But I have a feeling from the look on your face you know what I was about to say.”
“Don’t they have machines for stuff like this?” he asked, shaking his bangs from his eyes.
“Considering there’re only a few cows here and we’re not exactly super rich, there’s no point in wasting money on something like that,” she shrugged. “Just ignore the awkward and you’ll be fine in a few days.”
Sam chuckled. He was about to say something when a tractor started in the distance causing him to jump in surprise.
“You’ll get used to that, too,” she said casually with a grin.
“Damn, Sammy, you got a nice little sunburn,” Dean laughed as he lounged back in a chair on the deck at the back of the house. He was enjoying the cool, bug-free night and the mouth-watering sent of barbecue on the grill nearby.
His brother cringed as he leaned back against the loveseat swing cushion. Even with a shirt between his lobster-red skin and the rough feel of the fabric of the seat, it hurt like Hell. “It was too damn hot out there to be wearing a shirt. Now I regret it.”
Adrianna couldn’t help but let out a laugh as she pulled open the cover to the grill and checked the chicken that was cooking. “There’s aloe gel in the fridge, hun. I’m sure Nicole won’t mind putting some on ya.” Her back was to them so she didn’t have to bite back as much of a grin as normal. “She’s already in the kitchen.”
Dean was trying to hide a grin of his own. At least they were on the same page there; trying to hook up his baby brother with her cousin.
Sam made a face - that was more a reaction of getting up than anything else - and slowly got up to go in the kitchen without bothering to make a reply to what Adrianna had said. But he did mutter something under his breath that neither of them caught.
“Nik,” he entered the kitchen where she was washing a plate in the sink, “need aloe, please.”
The brunette couldn’t help but laugh a bit as he slumped into a chair. She grabbed the clear bottle out of the fridge and slammed it on the table. “How the hell are you gonna do that yourself, huh?” she chuckled.
He gave her a miserable look. “I’m not even sure I wanna try and get this shirt off,” he joked.
“If I do it, you’ll turn it into some dirty fantasy like you did yesterday,” she stated with a smirk, one eyebrow quirked at him curiously.
“Would you leave that alone already?” he said with an upset puppy dog expression.
Nicole gestured to the shirt. “C’mon. Before you shed tears.”
It took him a moment, but eventually he tugged the shirt over his head and tossed it onto the table next to him. “It’s not that bad,” he murmured.
“Oh really?” Sam immediately regretted that statement because he felt the sting of her hands pressing against his shoulders before he could think about taking it back. “Still feel ‘not that bad’?”
“Ohmygodyoujerkthathurts,” he hissed out in one mashed sentence.
She gently peeled her hands off of the burning skin of his shoulder blades and gestured for him to turn around in the chair.
“Come on you big baby,” she grinned, snapping the cap open on the green gel as Sam spun the chair around backwards and straddled it.
“Ready?”
He mumbled something into his arms, crossed across the back of the chair and she could see the muscles in his back ripple as he tensed them, waiting for the torture of her hands.
He flinched just barely when he felt the soft press of her fingertips but it morphed into a low groan as she slid the ice cold aloe across his shoulders.
“Better?” she asked softly, fingers circling over his shoulder, before trailing down his spine.
“Hrmmghh…”
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Nicole laughed, heading over to the sink to wash her hands off. “Let that stuff dry before you put your shirt back on.”
Nicole’s Dad was out on the patio by the time they came out.
Adrianna was pulling the chicken off the grill, stacking it up on a serving plate.
Dean’s hand was sneaking over to the meat when the tongs came down hard across his knuckles.
“Ow!” he hissed, cradling his hand across his chest like she had broken it. “That was uncalled for!”
“Pig!”
“Sadist!”
“Pansy!”
The affronted look on his face had her laughing. She reached out and smeared a glob of the sweet barbeque sauce onto his bottom lip before walking away with a smile.
“How’d you boys like your first day?” Nicole’s father asked as he took his seat at the head of the table, kissing Nicole on the cheek when she set a plate down in front of him.
“I’m sore all over,” Dean groaned, jumping when Sam kicked him in the shin under the table.
“We really appreciate you helping us out, Mr. Atkins,” Sam smiled, dimples digging into his cheeks.
“Not a problem, son,” he said with a wave of his hand. “Be nice to have some help around here and I’m sure the girls will love the vacation,” he smiled.
Nicole grinned at Sam, biting back a laugh when his cheeks turned pink…and it had nothing to do with the sunburn.
Adrianna was carrying out four beers after dinner, Mr. Atkins’ already upstairs. She came through the sliding glass door just in time to see Sam flail comically as Dean pushed him…into the pool.
“Sunburn still bothering ya?” he laughed.
“You son of a bitch,” Sam spluttered, resurfacing and shaking his head to get the wet bangs out of his eyes.
“Here....Sam, I…” Nicole kneeled down, trying to give Sam a hand out of the pool, overcome with laughter.
“No!” Sam glared, “not if you’re gonna laugh at me!”
That just caused her to dissolve even further into giggles.
“That’s it!” he grinned, pushing over and wrapping his arms around her neck, pulling her into the pool with him with a splash.
Dean was doubled over laughing and Adrianna had put down the beers after she had almost shot some out her nose.
Dayzee was barking, tail wagging back and forth wildly as Sam and Nicole wrestled in the pale blue lit pool.
Sam had just resurfaced after she had shoved his head underwater and ended up being eye-level with her t-shirt…her white t-shirt.
“I…ummm,” he swallowed, trying not to ogle and his eyes shot to the side, going wide just in time to see Dayzee take a flying leap to crash into the pool next to them, dogpaddling circles around them.
Nicole started laughing again.
“You wanna join ‘em too?” Dean grinned, grabbing Adrianna around the waist from behind and picking her up off her feet.
“You asshole!” she yelled, the threat watered down by her laughter and struck out with the heel of her boot, connecting with the solid bone of his shin.
“Fuck!” he hissed, even though he was laughing too and stumbled, knee jerk reaction making him pull his leg back but still holding onto her and the extra weight had him falling backwards.
“Shit!” he laughed, back landing across the chaise lounge and hearing it groan underneath them as they fell over the other side in a heap of limbs and laughter.
“Ugh…I’m gonna feel that in the morning,” Dean groaned, laughing when Adrianna shoved a elbow into his stomach and ungracefully grabbed a hold of the frame of the chair and pulled herself up, legs tangled with his, half sitting on his hip, half on the patio.
“Idiot, you deserve it,” she smiled and he just laughed some more.
She finally managed to untwist herself from him and held out a hand to help him back up.
He grinned, his hand clapping in hers.
“Shit,” Sam hissed, his shirt making a sucking sound as the wet fabric pulled away from his skin, now standing on the patio next to a the equally soaked, shivering brunette.
“I’ll go get you guys a couple towels,” Adrianna grinned, winking at Nicole where she stood, arms crossed over her chest in a failed attempt to cover her now see through shirt.
Nicole stuck out her tongue.
“Nice move Sammy,” Dean winked, jumping when Dayzee shook next to him, soaking him with water. “Man! Now I smell like wet dog!”
Adrianna stopped, two towels in her hand, one foot inside the sliding door, one foot out.
“I’ll go get a couple more,” she laughed.
Dean sat down on the chair nearby, a look on his face that could only be described as Grumpy of the Seven Dwarfs.
“Way to be pouty,” Nicole chuckled.
“Way to be completely visible,” he shot back with a smirk.
“Adrianna, hurry up with the damn towels!” she called into the house, trying to hide behind Sam’s broad-shouldered frame.
“That shirt is completely pointless, Niki,” her cousin laughed upon reappearing on the patio with a stack of towels.
“Jesus, I know,” she groaned in aggravation. “Dad is totally gonna throw a fit if we trail this much water through the house.”
Dean immediately realized what she meant because she’d already managed to pull off her boots and wiggle out of the soaking wet jeans that were sticking to her legs; all that was left was boy shorts and a dripping wet, see-through t-shirt.
“Friggin’ pants,” she murmured under her breath as she wrapped the towel around her shoulders, more concerned about hiding her viewable torso than her tanned legs and polka dotted boy shorts.
“Your turn, Sammy,” Dean smirked.
Adrianna tried not to laugh, but a few giggles escaped. “I don’t think these towels are big enough for you Sam.”
“Hardy har har,” he glared, snatching one of them from her.
Dean and Adrianna were both laughing as he tried to pull his wet shirt over his head.
He got lost somewhere in the sleeves and was stumbling, dry towel pinned between his knees.
Dean was still laughing at him but showed mercy, walking over to grab a fist full of the fabric and yanking it off his head, loud sluck as it peeled away from his skin.
“Thanks man,” he grinned lopsidedly, hair in a ten different directions. Dean just rolled his eyes and launched the wet missile at his face, grinning when it hit with a splat.
Nicole rolled her eyes and chuckled, clutching at the towel around her and headed towards the house.
“I’m freezing, I’m headed in, night guys.”
“Night,” Dean waved.
“Night, Niki,” Adrianna said distractedly, watching in humor as Sam bounced from one foot on the other trying to separate his boxers from where they were stuck together with the wet denim of his jeans as he tried to pull them off.
“Careful Sammy, ‘bout to give a peep show,” Dean grinned, leaning back against the lounge chair that he and Adrianna had fallen over earlier, sipping on one of the long forgotten beers.
“Shut up asswipe,” Sam sneered, still bouncing around comically before finally managing to tear his jeans off his feet. “God,” he shivered, wrapping the towel around his shoulders and cursing when it barely came to his waist and went off towards the house.
“What were you guys doing?” Mr. Atkins grinned, as Nicole went jogging past.
“Sorry Dad, didn’t mean to keep you up, we were just joking around,” she grinned sheepishly.
“Uh huh,” her dad smiled. “Night hun.”
“Night, Daddy!” she smiled, pounding up the stairs.
Mr. Atkins’ head turned when the sliding glass door slid open a moment later, a soaked Sam in nothing but his boxers skirting past the living room so fast he didn’t even realize he was being watched.
“Huh,” he sighed, watching as Sam disappeared up the stairs as well.
“So,” Adrianna said, snatching up the last two beers and handing one to Dean.
“Thanks.”
“I gotta go out to the back forty tomorrow, round up the cattle back there.”
Dean nodded, taking a sip of his beer.
“And?”
“And you’re going with me…so you have to get your lazy ass outta bed in the morning so I can give you a crash course in horseback riding.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, uh huh. No way.”
Adrianna arched her eyebrow.
“Alright,” she shrugged. “I thought you wanted to get your car fixed…”
“I hate you,” he groaned.
She laughed. “It’s not that bad.”
He glared at her and she grinned, sitting down on the end of the chaise.
Dean had his beer bottle half to his lips when the chair let out an ominous groan and the wood frame cracked, the bottom falling out from underneath them.
They both were tangled up with each other, the cushion and the now splintered wood of the chair.
“Damnit,” Dean groaned, letting his head fall back, his shirt now drenched in what was left of his beer.
Adrianna giggled, grinning at Dean when he pinned her with a half-hearted glare.
***
Dayzee
and Mr. Rick Atkin's truck...not that it's important, but because I'm a gearhead XD
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Chapter 2
Chapter Wordcount: 2452
“Dean. It’s really not that hard,” Adrianna laughed. She was feeling rather…generous today, even after he chased her out of the house, tackled her to the ground and threatened to kill her, so he was shoveling the horse crap out of the stables. She was standing nearby, sipping lemonade casually, content with not having to do her usual jobs this early in the morning; and she had to admit, watching all the tight muscles under his skin flex while he was working was quite nice.
“If you’re talking about the horse shit I’m cleaning up, you’re damn right it’s not that hard,” he replied angrily. “You do this every day?”
“Pretty much. Horses don’t like living and sleeping in their own shit. What’d you think, it magically disappeared?”
“I don’t know, but this was never on my list of things to do before I die, I can tell you that much,” he muttered.
“Ha, well now it’s on your list of things done for the next however many weeks.”
Dean could only make a face.
“This is awkward,” Sam stated.
Nicole peered at him under the cow from the other side of the animal, trying not to laugh at the look on his face. “You get used to it.”
“This really doesn’t hurt them?”
“Well, it’s not like-I’m not even going to say that. But I have a feeling from the look on your face you know what I was about to say.”
“Don’t they have machines for stuff like this?” he asked, shaking his bangs from his eyes.
“Considering there’re only a few cows here and we’re not exactly super rich, there’s no point in wasting money on something like that,” she shrugged. “Just ignore the awkward and you’ll be fine in a few days.”
Sam chuckled. He was about to say something when a tractor started in the distance causing him to jump in surprise.
“You’ll get used to that, too,” she said casually with a grin.
“Damn, Sammy, you got a nice little sunburn,” Dean laughed as he lounged back in a chair on the deck at the back of the house. He was enjoying the cool, bug-free night and the mouth-watering sent of barbecue on the grill nearby.
His brother cringed as he leaned back against the loveseat swing cushion. Even with a shirt between his lobster-red skin and the rough feel of the fabric of the seat, it hurt like Hell. “It was too damn hot out there to be wearing a shirt. Now I regret it.”
Adrianna couldn’t help but let out a laugh as she pulled open the cover to the grill and checked the chicken that was cooking. “There’s aloe gel in the fridge, hun. I’m sure Nicole won’t mind putting some on ya.” Her back was to them so she didn’t have to bite back as much of a grin as normal. “She’s already in the kitchen.”
Dean was trying to hide a grin of his own. At least they were on the same page there; trying to hook up his baby brother with her cousin.
Sam made a face - that was more a reaction of getting up than anything else - and slowly got up to go in the kitchen without bothering to make a reply to what Adrianna had said. But he did mutter something under his breath that neither of them caught.
“Nik,” he entered the kitchen where she was washing a plate in the sink, “need aloe, please.”
The brunette couldn’t help but laugh a bit as he slumped into a chair. She grabbed the clear bottle out of the fridge and slammed it on the table. “How the hell are you gonna do that yourself, huh?” she chuckled.
He gave her a miserable look. “I’m not even sure I wanna try and get this shirt off,” he joked.
“If I do it, you’ll turn it into some dirty fantasy like you did yesterday,” she stated with a smirk, one eyebrow quirked at him curiously.
“Would you leave that alone already?” he said with an upset puppy dog expression.
Nicole gestured to the shirt. “C’mon. Before you shed tears.”
It took him a moment, but eventually he tugged the shirt over his head and tossed it onto the table next to him. “It’s not that bad,” he murmured.
“Oh really?” Sam immediately regretted that statement because he felt the sting of her hands pressing against his shoulders before he could think about taking it back. “Still feel ‘not that bad’?”
“Ohmygodyoujerkthathurts,” he hissed out in one mashed sentence.
She gently peeled her hands off of the burning skin of his shoulder blades and gestured for him to turn around in the chair.
“Come on you big baby,” she grinned, snapping the cap open on the green gel as Sam spun the chair around backwards and straddled it.
“Ready?”
He mumbled something into his arms, crossed across the back of the chair and she could see the muscles in his back ripple as he tensed them, waiting for the torture of her hands.
He flinched just barely when he felt the soft press of her fingertips but it morphed into a low groan as she slid the ice cold aloe across his shoulders.
“Better?” she asked softly, fingers circling over his shoulder, before trailing down his spine.
“Hrmmghh…”
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Nicole laughed, heading over to the sink to wash her hands off. “Let that stuff dry before you put your shirt back on.”
Nicole’s Dad was out on the patio by the time they came out.
Adrianna was pulling the chicken off the grill, stacking it up on a serving plate.
Dean’s hand was sneaking over to the meat when the tongs came down hard across his knuckles.
“Ow!” he hissed, cradling his hand across his chest like she had broken it. “That was uncalled for!”
“Pig!”
“Sadist!”
“Pansy!”
The affronted look on his face had her laughing. She reached out and smeared a glob of the sweet barbeque sauce onto his bottom lip before walking away with a smile.
“How’d you boys like your first day?” Nicole’s father asked as he took his seat at the head of the table, kissing Nicole on the cheek when she set a plate down in front of him.
“I’m sore all over,” Dean groaned, jumping when Sam kicked him in the shin under the table.
“We really appreciate you helping us out, Mr. Atkins,” Sam smiled, dimples digging into his cheeks.
“Not a problem, son,” he said with a wave of his hand. “Be nice to have some help around here and I’m sure the girls will love the vacation,” he smiled.
Nicole grinned at Sam, biting back a laugh when his cheeks turned pink…and it had nothing to do with the sunburn.
Adrianna was carrying out four beers after dinner, Mr. Atkins’ already upstairs. She came through the sliding glass door just in time to see Sam flail comically as Dean pushed him…into the pool.
“Sunburn still bothering ya?” he laughed.
“You son of a bitch,” Sam spluttered, resurfacing and shaking his head to get the wet bangs out of his eyes.
“Here....Sam, I…” Nicole kneeled down, trying to give Sam a hand out of the pool, overcome with laughter.
“No!” Sam glared, “not if you’re gonna laugh at me!”
That just caused her to dissolve even further into giggles.
“That’s it!” he grinned, pushing over and wrapping his arms around her neck, pulling her into the pool with him with a splash.
Dean was doubled over laughing and Adrianna had put down the beers after she had almost shot some out her nose.
Dayzee was barking, tail wagging back and forth wildly as Sam and Nicole wrestled in the pale blue lit pool.
Sam had just resurfaced after she had shoved his head underwater and ended up being eye-level with her t-shirt…her white t-shirt.
“I…ummm,” he swallowed, trying not to ogle and his eyes shot to the side, going wide just in time to see Dayzee take a flying leap to crash into the pool next to them, dogpaddling circles around them.
Nicole started laughing again.
“You wanna join ‘em too?” Dean grinned, grabbing Adrianna around the waist from behind and picking her up off her feet.
“You asshole!” she yelled, the threat watered down by her laughter and struck out with the heel of her boot, connecting with the solid bone of his shin.
“Fuck!” he hissed, even though he was laughing too and stumbled, knee jerk reaction making him pull his leg back but still holding onto her and the extra weight had him falling backwards.
“Shit!” he laughed, back landing across the chaise lounge and hearing it groan underneath them as they fell over the other side in a heap of limbs and laughter.
“Ugh…I’m gonna feel that in the morning,” Dean groaned, laughing when Adrianna shoved a elbow into his stomach and ungracefully grabbed a hold of the frame of the chair and pulled herself up, legs tangled with his, half sitting on his hip, half on the patio.
“Idiot, you deserve it,” she smiled and he just laughed some more.
She finally managed to untwist herself from him and held out a hand to help him back up.
He grinned, his hand clapping in hers.
“Shit,” Sam hissed, his shirt making a sucking sound as the wet fabric pulled away from his skin, now standing on the patio next to a the equally soaked, shivering brunette.
“I’ll go get you guys a couple towels,” Adrianna grinned, winking at Nicole where she stood, arms crossed over her chest in a failed attempt to cover her now see through shirt.
Nicole stuck out her tongue.
“Nice move Sammy,” Dean winked, jumping when Dayzee shook next to him, soaking him with water. “Man! Now I smell like wet dog!”
Adrianna stopped, two towels in her hand, one foot inside the sliding door, one foot out.
“I’ll go get a couple more,” she laughed.
Dean sat down on the chair nearby, a look on his face that could only be described as Grumpy of the Seven Dwarfs.
“Way to be pouty,” Nicole chuckled.
“Way to be completely visible,” he shot back with a smirk.
“Adrianna, hurry up with the damn towels!” she called into the house, trying to hide behind Sam’s broad-shouldered frame.
“That shirt is completely pointless, Niki,” her cousin laughed upon reappearing on the patio with a stack of towels.
“Jesus, I know,” she groaned in aggravation. “Dad is totally gonna throw a fit if we trail this much water through the house.”
Dean immediately realized what she meant because she’d already managed to pull off her boots and wiggle out of the soaking wet jeans that were sticking to her legs; all that was left was boy shorts and a dripping wet, see-through t-shirt.
“Friggin’ pants,” she murmured under her breath as she wrapped the towel around her shoulders, more concerned about hiding her viewable torso than her tanned legs and polka dotted boy shorts.
“Your turn, Sammy,” Dean smirked.
Adrianna tried not to laugh, but a few giggles escaped. “I don’t think these towels are big enough for you Sam.”
“Hardy har har,” he glared, snatching one of them from her.
Dean and Adrianna were both laughing as he tried to pull his wet shirt over his head.
He got lost somewhere in the sleeves and was stumbling, dry towel pinned between his knees.
Dean was still laughing at him but showed mercy, walking over to grab a fist full of the fabric and yanking it off his head, loud sluck as it peeled away from his skin.
“Thanks man,” he grinned lopsidedly, hair in a ten different directions. Dean just rolled his eyes and launched the wet missile at his face, grinning when it hit with a splat.
Nicole rolled her eyes and chuckled, clutching at the towel around her and headed towards the house.
“I’m freezing, I’m headed in, night guys.”
“Night,” Dean waved.
“Night, Niki,” Adrianna said distractedly, watching in humor as Sam bounced from one foot on the other trying to separate his boxers from where they were stuck together with the wet denim of his jeans as he tried to pull them off.
“Careful Sammy, ‘bout to give a peep show,” Dean grinned, leaning back against the lounge chair that he and Adrianna had fallen over earlier, sipping on one of the long forgotten beers.
“Shut up asswipe,” Sam sneered, still bouncing around comically before finally managing to tear his jeans off his feet. “God,” he shivered, wrapping the towel around his shoulders and cursing when it barely came to his waist and went off towards the house.
“What were you guys doing?” Mr. Atkins grinned, as Nicole went jogging past.
“Sorry Dad, didn’t mean to keep you up, we were just joking around,” she grinned sheepishly.
“Uh huh,” her dad smiled. “Night hun.”
“Night, Daddy!” she smiled, pounding up the stairs.
Mr. Atkins’ head turned when the sliding glass door slid open a moment later, a soaked Sam in nothing but his boxers skirting past the living room so fast he didn’t even realize he was being watched.
“Huh,” he sighed, watching as Sam disappeared up the stairs as well.
“So,” Adrianna said, snatching up the last two beers and handing one to Dean.
“Thanks.”
“I gotta go out to the back forty tomorrow, round up the cattle back there.”
Dean nodded, taking a sip of his beer.
“And?”
“And you’re going with me…so you have to get your lazy ass outta bed in the morning so I can give you a crash course in horseback riding.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, uh huh. No way.”
Adrianna arched her eyebrow.
“Alright,” she shrugged. “I thought you wanted to get your car fixed…”
“I hate you,” he groaned.
She laughed. “It’s not that bad.”
He glared at her and she grinned, sitting down on the end of the chaise.
Dean had his beer bottle half to his lips when the chair let out an ominous groan and the wood frame cracked, the bottom falling out from underneath them.
They both were tangled up with each other, the cushion and the now splintered wood of the chair.
“Damnit,” Dean groaned, letting his head fall back, his shirt now drenched in what was left of his beer.
Adrianna giggled, grinning at Dean when he pinned her with a half-hearted glare.
***
Dayzee
and Mr. Rick Atkin's truck...not that it's important, but because I'm a gearhead XD
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