My first Supernatural fanfic! Yay! Rodeo cowboy style AU. I have been to MANY rodeos so I hope all my facts are straight. Some of the rules are kind of hard to explain. Anyway, have no beta, all mistakes are mine! Slash pairings warning! Don't like, don't read. DeanXCastiel Please read and review!
Chapter Rating: K+
Dean Winchester had spent his entire life in the rural land of west Texas. The earliest memories he had were of riding buddy with his mother, a kind woman named Mary who trained barrel horses. His father was John, who was a bull riding champion of the small time rodeos. When Dean was four, his little brother Sam was born. The family had been perfect, at least for the first few months of little Sammy's life.
Texas has insane weather. That must be understood. Texans are used to this fact, even comfortable with it. Droughts, floods, heat waves, hail storms, and tornados are just a part of life. A dry spell hit west Texas in the little town of Winfield. Crops dried up and baked in the sun. The land the Winchester's owned was no different from any other plot of land, except maybe a little unluckier.
The barn caught fire late one light. Mary had run in to try to save the horses. She was a selfless woman like that. John had given the infant Sam to Dean, and rushed in after her. John made it out with severe burns on his back, completely ending his bull riding career before it had really started. Mary had not been so lucky. With her gone, John fell into despair.
The Winchester men moved in with Mary's brother, Bobby. He practically raised the boys. John drank and drank, losing himself for years. When Dean was seventeen and Sam thirteen, they started roping steers for fun at the local mini rodeos. They became good. John saw that his boys possessed his own talent. That snapped him out of his haze.
He and Bobby began to train the young men in the sport they loved. That was the beginning of the Winchester brothers. They found their father again, and John would have sold his soul if it meant that his boys stayed happy. Everything was good in the world again. But we all know that a plot cannot be made of a perfect story.
It all started with an angel and a broken wing … leg … whatever …