Hello again guys, I've decided that there is not near enough lengthy fanfiction with cowboy Dean, so here I am. To start off with a couple of disclaimers, I know nothing about the medical field so if I get anything wrong I'm sorry and please let me know, I will fix it. I do live in a small town on a farm, however I don't own a ranch, so I might get some things wrong there too, again, please correct me! Also, occasionally the POV will be from Sam's but mostly it's just Dean and Cas.

I will stop running my mouth now and let you all enjoy the story! Please leave a review!

Castiel's POV

Cas fell down on his couch exhausted. He had just finished what turned into a seventy-two hour shift at the Tulsa Hospital. Dr. Castiel James Novak had started as full fledged Dr. just two years ago, and he hadn't slept more than four hours at a time since. "You need to actually get some sleep baby brother." Gabriel, the doctor's brother said from the other room. He was in town visiting, to watch the PBR even that was in town. Something that Castiel himself was dreading. Those idiot cowboys would be getting themselves hurt left and right that weekend, and they were the closest hospital so he was going to be dealing with those stubborn idiots.

"And, eat something better than Vienna sausages, do you really not have anything else to eat?" Castiel ignored him. Cas and Gabriel spent most of their lives in West Texas, in a town that could hardly be called a town. They had lived like country boys from the time he was twelve to when he left for college at eighteen, and he had never gone back. He quickly learned in med school to hide his accents, people didn't find it professional, and he hadn't even seen a horse in person since then. He had always thought the guys that lived on the ranches were idiots, horses were dangerous, and so were cows.

"I don't have time to shop, or cook." Cas said back to his older brother. "Why are you in town anyways? You haven't seen bull riding since you left for college."

Gabriel came in with an open can of the odorous meat that Castiel had been living off of for way too long. "Remember, sleep, and cause an old buddy of ours is riding tonight."

"Yours." The younger brother sent right back. "And sleep does sound nice, so I am headed upstairs to take a long shower and take a long nap before I have to go back tomorrow, it's going to be a busy weekend." The doctor walked up the stairs and jumped in the shower. He was almost thinking this Dr. thing was too much. He had been miserable, finding no joy even through the exhaust, he was just tired, constantly.

Dean's POV

Dean heard his ranch hands getting rowdy in the other room and just shook his head laughing. He was frying up some chicken and had some homemade mashed potatoes cooking in some ranch dressing. His bones hurt, but it was a familiar sort of ache. Ever since he could remember he had helped out on this ranch, before him and his brother ran it, his parents did. He grinned and took another drink from his bud-light bottle.

"We've been holding up good this summer with your brother out on the road." Benny, Dean's hand and best friend said from the doorway of the kitchen. "After two seasons, we've finally got our groove down to cover the extra work."

"Not to hard." Dean drawled back. "You get sick of the boys' antics?" He asked.

"I'm gettin' sorta old to drink with them, those boys can work all day and party all night, every day of the week, I can't keep up!" The guys laughed together.

"Well if you're gettin' old then so am I!" Dean shot back. Just then the house rang, pretty much the only phone Dean used, sure he had a cell phone, but there was no signal out here so he didn't use it to call or text. "I'll get that, you stir the potatoes." Dean directed the wooden spoon at his hand and walked to the ever chirping phone. He pulled the old fashion device off of the hook. "Winchester Ranch, Dean speaking." He said.

Dean's face fell as he heard the voice on the other end of the line talking to him. He hung up after saying a quick, cold goodbye and turned to Benny who was looking at him with a worried expression. "Benny I've got to head to Tulsa, now, you take care of the ranch." The older brother said before taking off, up the stairs to the bedrooms.

Sam's POV

Sam checked his hold on the rope and shifted as the animal in the shoot banged against the sides. He felt his heart hammer in his chest and he took a deep breath. Just as he opened his eyes the shoot swung open and he began moving with the motion of the bull. The ride was going well at first, he could tell, the bull was getting in some good bucks and hops, but Sam anticipated them and moved along with the animal.

Well, everything was going well. He heard the buzzer for the 8 second mark, but kept on riding, he could get a few extra points if he kept riding. He should've let the boys come and get him off of the bull, though. At what he assumed was the eight and half second mark, he lost it. He felt himself lose rhythm and in the next minute he was thrown off of the beast. Sam's head hit the soft dirt of the rodeo floor hard. He was dazed but still conscious, then he saw hooves coming down towards him. He felt a dull, but intense pain in his arm. Sam made the mistake of looking over and saw his arm was flattened in a grotesque way.