What A Wild Western Winchester!

Chapter 1

Dean opened his eyes to hear the knocking at the door. He looked down to acknowledge he was wearing western attire. Suddenly, his attention went back to the repeated knocking. Dean got up and went to the door. However, before he could touch the knob, a woman busted through it. She wore a white button up blouse with a long brown skirt that swayed roughly, as she walked in. Her long hair braided flipped to one side.

"Sheriff! Please! You gotta go and help me!" The woman cried out.

"Sheriff?" Dean quizzed and looked down on his left peck to find a badge that a lawman would wear. A puzzling feeling overcame him. The woman in front of him gave a confused expression and questioned.

"Sheriff? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah..Um...What seems to be the problem?"

The woman sighed and said, "Nan's boys are at it again! And destroying my store!"

"Right! On it! Ms?"

"Annie." She was perplexed at the sheriff's unusual behavior.

The woman strode out of the sheriff's office in a rapid motion. Dean followed this mystery beauty. Hastily, he stopped his movements at the exit door to retrieve his cowboy hat that hung snug on the wooden plug. Afterwards, Dean headed in her direction.

The so-called store was a small restaurant that was built recently. Its updated material outline stuck out from the older buildings that surrounded it.

Dean walked inside the welcoming place and realized it was completely wrecked. There were broken pieces of chairs and tables spread out all over the site.

"I told you, bitch!This pie is mine!" The guff man exclaimed, angry at another woman.

Dean watched as Annie would talk to this woman. It seemed like the other woman was a worker here. For as when Annie whispered something in the woman's ears, she let go of her end of the pie. In doing so, the brute had full access to the sweet dessert.

Instantly, Dean slammed his fist on a nearby table, which created a clamorous clatter. This maneuver caught everyone's attention, including the rude man.

"ENOUGH! Go on folks and tend to your business, while I handle the situation." Dean replied in a thunderous tone.

"It's the sheriff!" A skinny man said and started to leave, but was halted in his footsteps by a bullet that whizzed by his head.

"I don't think so!" Dean exhibited and added. "You two!" Dean instructed with the gesture of his gun at the skinny man and the other impudent male.

"Hi ya, sheriff!" The two cited in unison.

"You two are gonna to clean up this mess and fix anything that's broken!" Dean alleged.

Annie went to a small closet and collected the broom and put it in the skinny man's boney and dirty fingers.

"You will clean up this mess and you will not utter any you understand? If you do, you'd wish for the sheriff's punishment!" The owner of the store demanded.

"Yes, Ma'am!" The two men echoed.

Immediately, the two men began to do their task. Dean was astonished by how bold and brave this woman was. Annie came to him and said.

"Thank you sheriff!"

"For what? I think you had this way under control and didn't need my assistance," Dean put forward.

"It could have gotten ugly, though!" Annie pointed out.

"That's true."

"Still glad you came." Annie implied and winked. Then, she proceeded with. "Hey, sheriff? I'll save you some pie!"

That left Dean puzzled, and in his mind he asked. 'Did she just winked at me? Well, I can't turn down pie, it would be ill mannered to do so!'

"Boys will be boys after all. I can't blame them though.I do have the best food in town!" Annie specified.

"Really?!" Dean disclosed, dubious.

"Yes, sheriff. You have said that yourself, countless times."

"I have?"

"Sheriff, are you sure, you're okay? Maybe you need to visit the doc?"

"I'm alright. Take care."

With that, Dean turned to head in the location to his compact precinct. Before he did, Dean wheeled back around and query.

"What was your name?"

"It's Annie." The woman responded in bewilderment.

Dean nodded and started back to the small office. Thereafter, he pulled a wooden desk caddy and skimmed through some papers. It had been a while since Cas had sent anyone through time. Dean hoped that his friend's powers weren't beginning to get rusty. He was in desperate need to fetch that item for that spell. He just had to find it! Who would have thought that a family heirloom in this era would be requisite. With no luck, Dean slammed the draw shut.

"Son of a bitch! Now, what do I do? I don't have much time!" Dean spoke to no one peculiar.

Dean eyed another pile of documents and books. He strode to their location and looked through them as well. He was hoping for the smallest hint to where this imperative aspect was stashed at.

All of the sudden, a banging at the door, ceased Dean's search. He went and opened the door to see it was the same woman, Annie.

"Annie?"

"Sheriff."

"Please, call me Dean."

"Alright. Dean. Would you like to eat supper with me?"

"I thought it was me who was supposed to ask you?"

"Well, you did in the past. And something came up and you promised to make it up to me."

"Oh, okay. Sure. Let me grab my hat."

"You and that hat!" Annie retorted in a taunt.

"Hey now!"

After the evening meal was consumed, Dean and Annie began to venture towards the law office. Once they entered the small room. Annie reached in to kiss his lips. The inner heat from both of them began to surface. Their speed quickened, to where now both parties were ripping clothes off one another. Soon after, Annie and Dean face one another in the nude.

"I've been waiting for this day, ever since you seductively teased me and would not let me touch you! Now, it's pay back!" Annie stated.

"You don't say?" Dean commented in a rasp and alluring voice.

Doing so, he put his hand on her cheek, as they shared a repeated kiss. Dean picked her up and placed her on the table. This caused all the papers, books and other things to fall on the floor.

"Oops!" They both verbalized, as the lust grin appeared on their faces.

In return, Dean and Annie laughed. The two kissed one another passionately. Annie rubbed Dean's chest and downward. When her fingers danced across his awakened member, she stroked it to let him know she was ready.

Dean inserted his firm penis into her fervent interior and began to pump wildly into her. Annie bit her lips so she wouldn't scream out. It was frowned upon to do such a naughty deed without one's hand in marriage first. After they had finished, Dean exited out of her. He went over and put his clothes back on, as she did the same with hers.

"Um..Wow!" Annie muttered, as the words would not come to her. Followed by, "Well, I better go!"

Dean nodded at her response and took a seat at the desk. Be that as it may, he soon fell asleep.

During the night, Annie had crept back in and left Dean a message. She noted his seated position in the wooden chair and how he would feel that in hours of light.

The next morning, Dean awoke and crashed onto the floor's solid surface. He shook it off and hopped to his feet. Dean also scorned himself for sleeping that he pivoted, Dean caught a glimpse of a piece of paper that wasn't there last night; he read it.

'A friend of yours came by the other day and told me to make sure you got this. I'm not sure what it is. I hope it helps. -A'

Dean folded the note and tucked it in his side pocket. He held out the key that was along with the letter. Dean commenced his scavenge on the box the key would fit, which shortly after he found it. The sable board box had all kinds of markings on it. This reminded Dean of what a witch would use. Dean beamed excitedly as he unlatched it. The item is a green enclosed bottle that contains an ingredient made from a witch's old reserved brew. A weird, but revealed family heirloom.

Subsequently, Dean makes his way to the dinner to say his goodbyes to the lovely woman. Despite this action, she wasn't there. As Dean went further out, he heard her call out his name.

"Sheriff Winchester!"

Dean reeled in the woman's spot.

Immediately, something felt his body twitched as the surroundings around made him dizzy.

"DEAN!" Annie yelled out, as she watched a gulf of blue light engulfed him.

Promptly, Dean was transported back to his homestead with the bottle still in his hand.

"You got it! How did it go?" Sam expressed.

"Man! That was one wild western!" Dean confessed.

"Let's not do that again!" Cas pronounced, exhausted.

Dean ascended over to his feathery friend and spoke.

"Thanks Cas, I owe you!"

"I'll remember that, Dean!"

~The End~

I hope you enjoyed this short story. I apologize for its length. Until the next story, my wonderful readers!