When Dean opened his eyes his face was mere inches from the pink nose of a huge brown and white cow that was gazing down at him with beady eyes. The animal mooed and Dean lifted himself slightly off the ground so he could scramble backwards and out from under the creature.

"What the Hell!"

Dean heard Sam burst into laughter and glared over to him.

Sam was sitting up, nearly in tears. "Oh man Dean, you really should have seen your face, it was priceless!"

"Remind me to kill Cas when we get back," Dean growled.

Sam grinned. "That's what you get for getting on his nerves."

Dean huffed and stood up, wiping the loose grass that clung to his clothes off before looking around.

"Where are we?"

All Dean could see was acres and acres of fields and hundreds of cattle.

Sam shrugged. "On a ranch I guess."

He stood up and joined Dean's side.

"We'll have to see if we can find the owner."

Dean shook his head. "Not necessary, he's coming to us."

Sam glanced in the direction Dean seemed focused on and spotted a burly man in tan chaps and a white cowboy hat riding up to them at a fast pace on a bay horse that had white markings.

Dean didn't know the term for the horse's color, but Sam did.

The only thing Dean knew was it was a horse and it seemed to be about to run him over before the rancher riding it pulled on the reins and made the animal slide to a stop.

Just as Dean felt relief the man whipped out a colt revolver and pointed it at him and Sam.

"Who the hell are you and what 're you doin on my property?"

Sam and Dean raised their hands up.

"I'm Sam, and this is my brother Dean," Sam told the rancher. "We don't mean any trouble."

"Then whatcha doin here?"

Sam bit his lip in thought then said, "Our horses spooked and we can't seem to find them."

"You boys aren't from around 'er are you?" the man asked.

"How'd you guess?" Dean inquired.

The rancher snorted. "You talk funny, and you're wearing sorry examples of boots."

Dean wanted to punch the guy out but he managed to keep himself in control.

"Could you help us out?" Sam questioned the man.

The man hesitated. "I guess I could get one of my hands to help you search for 'em. You're gonna need horses to catch 'em, so follow me back to the house and you can pick a couple out."

Dean and Sam nodded, and fell into step beside the rancher's horse at a walk.

Curious, Dean reached out to pat the horse's neck but retreated when the animal snapped at him.

"Ow, geesh," Dean complained.

The rancher smirked. "Ace doesn't like strangers."

"And you tell me now?" Dean muttered as he rubbed his sore arm.

Sam was amused.

Dean noticed and even though Sam didn't say anything he rolled his eyes.

"Shut up."

Ten minutes later they arrived at the central part of the ranch and the man tied his horse to a post near the barn before leaving Sam and Dean to go get one of his hands in the bunkhouse.

While waiting, the brothers walked up to the pasture behind the barn and checked out the horses.

Most of them were some shade of brown, either bay or sorrel, but a few stood out. There was a white colored horse, a blue roan, and…

"I want that one," Dean told Sam, pointing to the far side of the pen.

Sam peered into the distance to see a midnight black horse galloping along the fence until slowing to nip at a young sorrel.

"Of course you do," Sam said. "If you can't have the Impala then you'll have to settle for something that's black, shiny, and moves to replace her."

Dean grinned. "You know me well Sammy."

"So Boss tells me you've lost your horses."

Dean and Sam spun around to see a man several inches shorter than them standing there with a rope in his hands.

The guy outstretched his hand and smiled a toothy smile. "I'm Shorty."

Dean nearly burst out in laughter as he shook the man's hand. "Yeah, and I'm Dude and this is my brother Gigator."

Sam slammed his boot down on Dean's but it barely hurt, and was totally worth it seeing Shorty cock his eyebrow at him.

"I'll go catch your horses," Shorty announced as he slipped between the brothers to get to the pasture's gate.

"Can't we pick our own?" Dean inquired.

Shorty seemed to ponder that. "Which horse did you have in mind?"

"The black one," Dean replied.

Shorty's eyes widened and he shook his head. "I don't think that's such a good idea."

"Why not?" Dean pouted.

"Lightning's a little edgy," Shorty explained. "Even the boss has trouble ridin him."

"The horse's name is Lightning?" Dean gaped. "Now I really want him."

Shorty sighed. "Fine but don't say I didn't warn ya."

"Wouldn't dream of it," Dean grinned.

Shorty glanced at Sam.

"Just pick out the calmest one you have," Sam told him.

Shorty nodded, and stepped into the pasture.

He slowly made his way to Lightning and then roped him. Lightning fought him the whole time Shorty was saddling him up.

"My horse has spunk," Dean cheered.

You won't like that "spunk" in five minutes, Sam thought, but left it unspoken.

Sometimes Dean needed to learn the hard way.

After Shorty had Lightning ready, he left him tied up to catch a horse for Sam. The one he brought in was a beautiful brown and white paint.

"Dude that looks like a girl horse," Dean chuckled.

"That's because she is," Shorty said. "This here is Charmed. Gigator, you wanted a reliable horse, well she's the best one we've got. Charmed doesn't spook at nothin."

Sam winced at the nickname before forcing on a smile. "She's perfect."

"I'll stick to the stallion," Dean notified Shorty.

Shorty snickered. "Yeah, I can see why you'd mistake Lightning for a stallion, but he's a gelding. Problem is he just doesn't know it."

"What's a gelding?" Dean asked.

"You don't know what a gelding is?"

Dean shook his head.

"He don't have his manly bits anymore."

Dean paled.

"The vet gelds all the colts 'cause they're calmer than stallions," Shorty said. "And we can keep them with the mares."

Dean glanced back at Lightning.

Poor son of a bitch.

"Anyways," Shorty sighed. "I'll go get Hammer and then we can head out."

As Shorty left to get his horse Dean recovered from his shock.

"Sam, let's get out of here now," Dean whispered.

"What?" Sam exclaimed.

"Look Sam we can't spend half the day looking for horses that don't even exist."

Sam's eyes bulged out of his head. "You want to steal the horses!"

"Yeah," Dean confirmed.

"Are you CRAZY!" Sam shouted.

Dean shushed him. "Damn it, Sam. Keep it down."

"Seriously?" Sam was in disbelief.

"Yes, now come on," Dean ordered.

Sam stayed put. "Dean if we get caught we could be hanged! We're not in 2010 anymore!"

"Do you want to get Bobby back Sam?"

"Of course I do," Sam hissed, lowering his voice.

Dean gave him a nod. "Then let's go."

Dean approached Lightning and untied him before grabbing the saddle horn and swung one leg over the horse's back so he'd be able to sit down just like he'd seen cowboys do it in the movies.

Sam did the same getting on Charmed and had her walk over to Lightning.

"So what now?" he inquired.

Dean grinned. "Now we ride like hell."

He kicked Lightning's sides and he reared.

"Whoa, whoa!" An off-balanced Dean yelled.

He could hear Shorty shout something, and then Lightning bolted, heading for the bridge.

Sam nudged Charmed and she followed.