Midnight at the Track
Lizzie was riding her black Thoroughbred, Midnight in a covered arena in the back of the Men of Letters Bunker. She jumped over a double-oxer jump, then pulled back on the reins to make Midnight stop. "Alright! Good girl!" said Lizzie giving Midnight an approving pat. "Nice round," said a male voice as Lizzie looked up. It was her fiancée Sam Winchester. They had only been engaged for a few months and planned to be married the following spring. "Although," he said. "You did have trouble with your balance on that last jump,"
Lizzie sighed amusedly "Actually, Sam," she said. "It's only you," Sam saluted her.
"So what's up?" she asked. "Not a lot. But um, Cas is looking for you!"
"Really?" asked Lizzie, dismounting Midnight and walking her out of the paddock. "He says he wants to take Patch for a ride and he wants you to go with him," said Sam. "Oh, okay!" said Lizzie, smiling. "Tell him I'll meet him outside the paddock!"
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Fifteen minutes later, Lizzie still riding Midnight met up with Castiel who was riding a Pinto horse named Patch. "Hey!" said Lizzie. "I've got an idea!" "What?" asked Castiel. "You wanna race?" she said. A moment later Cas smiled. "Sure!" he said. They trotted up a trail up to a large oak tree, which Lizzie said would be their starting point. "Whoever makes it to that pine tree on the other side of the field wins, okay?" Cas nodded as he and Lizzie shortened their reins. "Ready? – Go!" said Lizzie as she nudged Midnight into a gallop and Cas followed behind her. "Come on, girl! Ha! Ha!" said Lizzie, rising up into a two point as Midnight accelerated. Lizzie made it to the pine tree first. She stopped and looked back as Castiel cantered up to her, breathing heavily. "You beat me!" he said breathlessly. Lizzie smiled. "Midnight used to be a racehorse you know," "You don't say?" asked Cas, still panting. Lizzie nodded. "You…should get a watch on her for real," he said. Lizzie smiled but she seemed hesitant. Would Sam be okay in letting her race?"
Lizzie decided to ask Sam about it at dinner.
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"So," said Sam as he, Lizzie, Dean and Castiel sat down to dinner that evening. "How was the ride?" "Midnight was amazing!" said Castiel, before Lizzie could even open her mouth. "Really?" asked Sam, looking intrigued. "Mm," said Cas.
"I wanna – race her," said Lizzie. Sam set down his knife and fork, and stared at Lizzie. "You're serious?" he asked. Lizzie nodded. "She's a racehorse. Or – used to be. I'd like to see her practice her craft again. She's got the speed for it!"
"I'll think about it," said Sam. Lizzie nodded and returned to her food.
The next day, Lizzie got up early to feed Midnight. "Hey girl," said Lizzie as she walked into her stall with a bucket of grain and a net of hay. "You hungry?" Midnight nickered. "Yeah, I bet," said Lizzie as she emptied the bucket of grain into her feeding trough and hung up the net of hay. "Bon appetite!" said Lizzie, smiling as she petted Midnight.
As she left her stall, Lizzie sank to the ground and sighed.
A moment later Sam walked into the barn "Lizzie?" he asked. Lizzie stood up. "Yeah?" she asked. "I've decided you can train Midnight to race. If it means that much to you," he said smiling. "Really?" he asked. "If that's what you want," said Sam. "Thank you!" said Lizzie flinging her arms around Sam's neck and kissing him on the cheek. "Thank you! Thank you so much!"
Midnight looked up from her food. She stared at Lizzie, and gave her a 'What the hell is your problem' kind of look. Lizzie smiled. "It's okay girl," she said happily. "We're gonna race! Everything is gonna be okay!"
Midnight didn't look convinced.