Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy:Part One-NC-17 Eventually
Title: Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy
Author: usmc75
Word count: 2,459
Rating: This one...R but we are going NC-17 soon
Summary: Once upon a time in Texas, there were three brothers like no other.
A/N: This is a Jensen, Jared and Chace fic...brotherly love and angst...cowboy style
Disclaimer: If I owned anything, I would be in my bunk
Cause I saddle up my horse
And I ride into the city
I make a lot of noise
Cause the girls
They are so pretty
Riding up and down Broadway
On my old stud Leroy
And the girls say
Save a horse, ride a cowboy.
Big and Rich
Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy
Once upon a time in Texas, there were three brothers like no other.
Born to John Winchester, former Marine and looker himself, the Winchester boys were famous around West Texas in more ways than one. Each brother was a stunning sight on their own, but as a pack they were incomprehensible.
Dean, the oldest, was by far the one that caused the most trouble.
Born with the face of an angel and the body designed by the devil, Dean had grown from being an adorable child to a stunning teen jock to someone who could actually stop traffic if he was walking on the side of the road. Hair that was an impossible shade of blond and eyes that could never seem to decide what color they should be, Dean's smile had broken many a girl within the general vicinity of his parent's farm. In high school he had excelled in football and baseball the way fish excelled in swimming, he had never decided on one thing or another. He had been a jock but was never a team player. He was a cowboy but the twinkle in his eye told you he was no hick. He was a talker but the way his jeans hung told you he could back it up with more than enough action. There wasn't a girl that hadn't lost their virtuous ways to him or at least wanted to. Two years at community college had told him two things. He excelled at public speaking and that college girls gave it up easier.
The middle child, Sam, seemed to almost be the opposite of Dean.
Where Dean was light haired he was dark, where Dean's eyes changed colors Sam's was squarely green and where Dean was a good solid lick wide, Sam had grown to 6'4” and didn't look like he was planning on stopping anytime soon. He was more serious where Dean always seemed to have a laugh on his lips and he was prone to being quiet where Dean would holler. The two of them had made an unbeatable team when it had come to the local female population. Dean being more than adventurous enough to walk up to anyone and Sam more than charming and soft spoken enough to get her to stay through the night. They had a connection Sam and Dean, one that at times didn't seem to be shared by their little brother Chace.
Chace Winchester was everything the two of them were in one package.
His hair was like Dean's while his frame favored Sam's, his eyes were bright like Dean's but settled on a one color like Sam's; a blue that could chill ice at fifty yards. He was smart as a whip and seemed to be the only Winchester who chaffed at the small town life they shared in the middle of Nowhere, Texas. This year Chace was becoming a senior and where Sam and Dean had dabbled in sports, Chace excelled. He was shooting for a baseball scholarship out of this dump and it was all his mind seemed to focus on.
That and Amanda Rogers.
Amanda Rogers was the prettiest girl in school, one year behind Chace she had become the entirety of his existence in a way he hadn't quite grasped yet. He had found his wranglers becoming too tight when she was around, his Winchester pride swelling to the point where he would have to sit there and think baseball stats until he could stand without people gasping out loud. He wanted to, needed to talk to her in a bad way...but when it had come to girls, he had found he had inherited none of his brother's ways. Where Dean was fearless Chace could trip over his own boots walking up to a girl and where Sam was quiet and engaging, Chace would just sit there and stammer, saying nothing of value until the girl walked away.
It was only the fact he had the Winchester looks that he ever got laid. Some girls didn't want romance and conversation and Chace had found more than a few girls were willing to do all the work after a baseball game in the back of his truck. But Amanda wasn't like that and Chace wasn't either. He had wasted an entire school year not talking to her and here he was two weeks into a summer threatening to do the same. He needed to do something.
That meant Dean.
If there was a doctorate program for pussy Dean would have already been teaching it. There was not a girl in the entire state that he had found he couldn't talk into bed with a grin or a smile yet. He was witty, charming and most of all gorgeous. But that wasn't all. He had a secret, a secret everyone within the tri county area knew.
Dean could fuck like a world champion.
He knew things, knew special things that could make a girl he had dumped, cheated on and insulted come crawling back for just one more fuck before she left. He had something that made them addicted, something that defied logic, and the worst part was that Sam knew it too. Everyone knew about the Winchester ability to cause women to explode in passion and they thought he had it also. So far no one had commented on his technique but if he was ever going to get a shot at Amanda...he had to know.
He had to have that secret.
He had talked to Dean about girls before of course, his big brother was more than willing to impart the general knowledge on how to get girls. Of course a rock hard body and a thick cock sliding down one leg didn't hurt. But he needed the advanced course now, he needed to know what Sam and Dean knew...and that was going to be a problem. He had asked before about sex, about how to please a woman like they could.
They were out fishing and both brothers looked at Chace and laughed like he had said the funniest thing they had ever heard. His face had grown red in frustration until Dean through tears simply said “You aren't old enough yet.” He wasn't sure if he was old enough to screw a girl why he couldn't know how to do it properly but all he knew was Dean wasn't talking. And that was fine.
Dean liked Sam more than he liked him. That much was obvious. Those two were joined at the hip, maybe it was the age thing or whatever. But Chace knew he had spent most of his life chasing after his big brothers and no matter how fast he ran he could never quite catch them. That needed to change.
He had finished his morning chores of stacking the hay and feeding the horses early. So he took off across the field where Sam and Dean were off working what little crops they had during the summer. The scorching heat was almost intolerable at times but they had a good step up as long as it was tended daily, which between the three of them and their dad they handled. He pealed his white t shirt off halfway there, the sun felt good on his broad shoulders as he saw the small tractor plowing another piece of soil. Sam looked even bigger than usual on the machine, Dean was bare chested as well with a hoe in his hand as he tried to dig out a rotten stump from the edge of the field. The tree had fallen last fall and was cut down but pulling the stump had waited until they had more time. From the way the sweat was pouring down Dean's face it was obvious they should have done it earlier when it was cooler.
Sam waved as he went for another pass, Chace squinted and waved back, walking up to Dean. Looking grateful for the break Dean leaned on the hoe and said breathlessly “Well as I live and breath is that Chace Winchester out here in the dirty ol' field?”
Chace smirked back, since he was still in school he got off light when it came to chores, a fact his older brothers never let him live down “Wanted to come out and see how the other half lived.” he said looking around with his nose up.
Dean laughed, throwing the tool away and grabbing his little brother's head in a lock. Chace tried to pull back but Dean's arms were like corded steel and he was stuck for a few rounds of humiliating head noogies. Under his arm he whined “Come on Dean! Too hot for this!!” his brother's smell was everywhere. Soap and something else that made Chace's head spin for a second as he felt himself lean into his chest. The sweat and salt felt somehow comforting and Dean stopped holding him there and patted his head.
“Ok...what's up?” he said taking a step back. Chace had never seen his brother act so...standoffish before. He was going to say something but Dean said “You came all the way out here. What you need?”
His tone wasn't dismissive, but it seemed a bit abrupt. Chace just shook his head slightly and asked “I need to talk to you 'bout something...”
Dean pulled out a red bandanna out of his pocket and wiped his face “Ok, talk.”
“I mean...” and Chace felt himself clamming up. He ground his teeth as he forced himself to keep talking “It isn't...well I don't know...”
“We gonna get to it today?” Dean asked making eye contact “Cause this tree might be grown back by the time you get it out.”
“I need to know the secret.” he finally blurted out.
Dean squinted his eyes “Secret? To what KFC? Coke?”
“To...” and Chace's voice dropped even though there was no one around save Sam on the tractor “...to girls.” when Dean kept looking at him in confusion he added “You know...the sex secret.”
Dean kept staring and then his eyes got wide “Oh...” and then he kid of reared back “Oh...you mean...” and he put the bandanna away “You're too young.” and he went to grab the hoe again.
Chace felt the shock on his face as he lashed out and grabbed the hoe before Dean “What? Too young?” he looked at Dean and pleaded “Dean?”
Dean refused to look him directly in the eyes “You don't need that.” he said putting his hand on the hoe as well “Sides I was talking to Billy Jo the other night and she said you made her little sister babble like she had demons coming out of her after graduation.” he said pulling the hoe away from him “Sounds to me you don't need no secret.”
Chace moved between Dean and the tree “It isn't that...there is this girl and I...if I ever get with her I want...I mean I need...”
Dean looked down and sighed “It isn't magical Chace.” he said “If you want to get a girl just smile and show her that log in your pocket.” he said patting his brother's jeans. Chace felt an electric shock go through him as he realized he was half hard. Dean moved around him and dug the hoe into the ground “If you're around here when I get this root free you're staying to help.” He said over his shoulder “So unless you want more work you better get.”
Chace bit his lip from cussing his brother out and turned and stomped off. He didn't notice Dean watching him walk away.
Sam stopped the tractor next to Dean and called out “What's up with him?”
Dean kept watching Chace “He wants the secret.” he said ominously.
“Secret?” Sam said pulling his own bandanna out and wiping his forehead, and then his eyes got wide “Oh...that secret?” Dean nodded. “He's too young.” he said quickly.
Dean looked over at him with a lazy smile “If I remember correctly I taught you a year younger than he is now.”
“That's different.” Sam said blushing slightly “We learned it around the same time...” he mummered but Dean just laughed.
“Whatever.” Dean said grabbing the hoe “But I know that look...he isn't giving up any time soon.”
Sam sighed “What are you gonna do?”
Dean went back to digging, the muscles in his back strained with each blow “No earthly Idea.” he said, saying nothing else on the topic. Sam shook his head and started the tractor up. This didn't bode well.
Chace stormed into the barn, kicking hay and dirt with h is boot as he cursed. Fucking Dean. Chace knew he wasn't Sam but he thought maybe once...just once. He screamed in rage and frustration, and the black horse that was their dad's reared back in shock.
“Whoa!” Chace said running over t the stallion, it's eyes white with shock. Chace palmed the nose with his hand talking soothing sounds. It wasn't the words, it was the tone. “It's ok Impala...it's ok. I'm just pissed cause you and my brother have the same size dick and neither one of you will to tell me how to use it.” he stroked the nose some more “I know...not your fault. I'm just a horse with no clue how to gallop.”
“Pony” a voice came from behind him.
Chace spun around in shock and saw Dean silhouetted in the barn doorway. He stood there, his shirt open and work gloves on. Chace's blood froze as he wondered how long he had been standing there “You're not a horse yet.” Dean said walking into the barn and grabbing another hoe from the tool board mounted on the wall. “You're a pony. A pony who needs to be broken.” He took the larger tool and began walking back towards the field.
“Then break me.” Chace yelled after him. Dean paused and Chace blushed as he realized how that line sounded.
Dean looked back at his little brother, tanned, lean, perfect face and he shook his head “You aren't ready yet Chace.” he said “Just keep going with what you're doing. You're fine.”
Chace watched his big brother walk away and sighed. What the hell did he need to do to prove himself?
Part Two