A/N: Hi folks, while writing finally in the Winchester Brotherhood again, here a little interlude for the Wild West fans. Let me know your thoughts.

For all who haven't read my Wild West stories so far, on my profile you will find the chronological order. If you follow it every story will make even more sense. Have fun.

Disclaimer: The idea of the Brotherhood is all from Ridley C. James

Rated: M

Love And Needs

1833 - Wilmington Ranch, Wyoming

"Mike, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, Son. What's wrong?" Mike couldn't get enough of calling Cole his 'son'. He was so proud of Cole ‐ endlessly glad that he accepted him as his dad. It was all he had been afraid of before. He had been afraid their relationship would change and Cole wouldn't see him as a friend anymore and accept would handle him with more distance. Luckily it wasn't like that. They were even closer. There was nothing Mike wouldn't like to talk about with his son. But when Cole used his first name these days meant he needed a friend or a mentor's advice.

Cole looked somehow embarrassed to the ground, stomping his boot into the dust of the barn. "Well, you sometimes visit Ella's, right?"

Mike cocked surprised his eyebrow. Indeed he visited her Etablissement in Canaan. In spring she had opened a second cathouse here in Canaan. More inhabitants meant more lonely men and so she had expanded. "Yes, I do. Do you want to come with me next time? I could show you around. Finding you some nice company. "

Cole's eyes shot up in shock. "No! … God, NO! ... I didn't mean it like that!" Cole got red in the face.

Mike held his stomach laughing. It was so both shocking and enviable how sheltered he had grown up here. Of course he didn't want to get introduced to whores by his father. "'m just joking. Sorry buddy, your gaze was priceless. Oh my gosh."

Cole needed a moment to join in the fun on his cost. "Ok, Old Man, you had your fun. For a brief moment you really scared me," the younger man grinned too.

"okay, okay, I will stop this. What do you wanna know?" Mike stopped laughing, still gasping for air.

"Well, I really thought about visiting - alone-," he quickly added. "You remember this love and need conversation we had when you were with Lady Rowena? You said it has only been physical and I would need time until I would understand and feel that way myself. Well I think it's time. But I'm not entirely sure yet. It feels so wrong like betraying … her. You know?"

Mike cleared his throat. "Cole, it's time for you to live again. It won't hurt anyone. I'm glad you think about it. I'm sure you will feel better afterward."

"And when I don't know what to do, I mean the girls are experienced and you know, I was only with Carolyn …"

"Don't worry about this. The girls get paid for this, they will do whatever you want as long as you handle them with respect, but we raised you right, you won't hit a girl or do humiliating things with her, right?," Mike made clear.

"I … no! … What are you talking about? I would never do such things!"

"I know, I just want you to know there are men who do such things…"

"Yeah, think I met one."

"You don't say. Where?" Mike got curious.

"Straight into his face. You can go and ask Ella. She was there ... uhm, I still have some wood to cut and Daniel wanted to go deer hunting with me." Cole turned to the firewood stack again, grabbing for the ax which stuck in the chopping block. "Thank you, Dad." Cole grinned at Mike and went on chopping the next woodpiece.

*** The Wild West Triad - prequel ***

The Saloon was the newest building in Canaan. Not all were happy about it in town though it was well visited. Cole gave Sam a shove toward the entrance. "C'mon buddy, we just have a few shots of whiskey and see what the evening will bring."

Sam hesitated. "I don't know, Cole. You know I don't feel good under so many people."

"Exactly and because of this we're here. Time for you to get rid of that problem. It's just a handful of guys and you probably know them all. And as far as I know, no one died here so far, so no ghosts will show up, trust me. These crystals will chase them away anyway." Cole pointed at Sam's leather chain. Samuel Colt was not shy or anxious - Cole knew him since they were twelve - his friend just needed a little push out of the door.

"I thought we were here because you wanted to get laid," Sam countered.

Cole pushed him forward. "Yeah, maybe that too. I'm not sure yet."

The two nineteen-year-old young men entered the Saloon. Chatter and laughter greeted them. The space was not huge but there was enough for seven round tables and on the left side more bar stools were rowed up along the long counter which was placed over some barrels.

They took a seat at one of the three tables left and soon Martin himself appeared and asked them what they liked to drink. "Good evening. Whiskey, please," Cole answered.

Martin looked at each of them shortley and nodded. "You must be Mike's son, Cole, right?"

Cole smiled friendly at Martin. "Yes, is that a problem?"

The bartender filled their glasses. "No, Mike only told me about you. You look like him." Martin was about to turn with the bottle. "Leave us the bottle here," Cole said and tossed enough money onto the table. Martin eyed the money and placed the bottle on the table, coming closer to Cole. "I don't like any trouble in my Saloon, it's brand new. Got it, boys?"

Cole nodded. He knew he had a talent for finding trouble but today he was in the mood for something else. "We will behave, Martin, at least in the trouble department." Cole gave Martin a twinkle.

"I'll take you by your word. Have a nice evening, gentlemen." Rushing to the next man who lifted a hand to Martin, he left them the bottle.

Cole lifted a brow while watching the liquid in his glass. "It's strange that no one ever said this before Mike told me that I am his son. Now everyone keeps telling me this. Do you think we look the same, Sam?" He gulped the glass and refilled it. What he had in mind today needed a little bit of numbness.

Sam shrugged his shoulders. "Well, there are some things you really have from him. I just never thought about the possibility that you are related."

Cole sipped lost in thoughts at his second glass. He enjoyed having a father a lot. And he was proud that people said he looked like Mike though he didn't see the similarity in them both except their eyes.

"Cole Tanner, what a surprise, honey." Ella strolled to their table. Her red curls were towered and pinned up. She wore a long robe open in the upper front which let her black laced corset be visible as well as her inviting decolteè. A velvet band with an oversized green stone was bound around her neck and fitted perfectly to her red hair. Cole started to smile and let the Lady hug and kiss him. The feminin smell that surrounded her let him relax instantly.

"Ella! How are you? You look gorgeous like always."

"Thank you, sweetheart. You are a gentleman like always, Mr. Tanner. I'm good, really good. I started to wonder if I will ever see you here." She turned to Sam and laid her hand on his shoulder. "I'm Ella, and who are you, sweetheart?"

"Good evening Ma'am, my name is Samuel Colt. I'm a friend of Cole." Sam squirmed uneasily in his chair.

"What a joy to meet one of Cole's friends." Ella gave Sam an engaging smile, brushing along Sam's shoulder to his upper arm, squeezing it slightly. "What firm muscles. I love hard working men. Will you two join us upstairs tonight?"

"We'll see," Cole answered. He was not sure if pushing Sam right in the arms of a whore was exactly the best for his friend to get used to people, but well, why not? He on the other side was thinking about doing exactly this. That was the reason why he had ordered a whole bottle of snake poison.

Should Sam find company too, maybe he would get Sam to visit again that way. Sam was his best friend and he wanted him as back-up here. Additionally Cole wanted him to get rid of this eremit-like staying-at-the-ranch-all-time behavior.

"Well, think about it, honey." Ella brushed auspiciously smiling Cole's cheek and headed to the next table.

On the upper level balconet the other "ladies" keeped looking for company. Two others strolled through the saloon like Ella. Cole watched Sam for a while staring at a red haired girl who had already made eye contact with his friend. Sam quickly turned his gaze from her. "Did you already cast an eye at one of the girls, Sam?"

"I … uhm …", Sam stuttered.

"Which one?" Cole asked amused and couldn't hide his grin, feeling the alcohol kick in. Cole refilled both their glasses.

Sam turned his head to him and started smiling too. "The red haired-beauty with the flower in her hair."

Cole looked up at the girl. She twinkled at the two. Raising his glass at the girls, Cole finished his next whiskey shot. His hopes for Sam were up. Tanner brought a hand around his friend's shoulder to pull him with him, grabbing the bottle on his way. "Come let's ask for her name."

Sam wriggled himself out of Cole's grip. "Ok, man. I will do this when you do it too. You will find a girl tonight for yourself and I will do the exact same thing. Deal?"

Cole smiled already lightheaded. The only thing that had concerned him so far was that he just hadn't been able to imagine being intimate with another girl. But since a few days, he thought himself to be at the point where he could forget about her for a few hours. Of course the whiskey was his key to this state. "Ok, buddy, deal."

They climbed up the stairs to the girls and Cole was sure Sam wouldn't bring out a single word in front of his red-haired beauty. But he surprised him. "Hi I'm Sam, this is my friend Cole. What is your name?" Sam began a little bit clumsy but at least he talked.

Five minutes later, Sam left with Cindy to her room, leaving Cole in company of one of her friends, a blonde with blue eyes. Cole was glad she had no similarity with Carolyn. Mandy, that was her name, pulled Cole in another room and closed the door.

"So, sweetheart, a ride costs you one dollar." Cole laid the money on the nightstand. Watching Mandy's moves. She smiled at him. "What do you like me to do?" Mandy let her hips sway slightly from one side to the other. She came closer and pushed him to the bed in the room, straddling him. "You seem to be the shy kind of guy?" She began the conversation pulling the whiskey bottle from his hands to take a swig herself. She giggled.

Cole turned them both over. "I'm not shy at all, honey." His lips felt numb as he pushed a kiss onto her mouth. His breathing increased as she slid her hand between their bodies to feel for his hard length. Pushing himself up to give her more space, he began to open the hooks of her corset, which she wore over bare skin.

Mike had been right, his brain stopped working, thinking and worrying. He just followed his instincts and trusted Mandy to know what to do.

When he finally had opened the last hook he started kissing her full breasts. Her moan reaffirmed him to go on. Tanner felt the pressure that had built in his body over the months. He wanted this girl, he wanted her body, he wanted to feel her, he wanted release.

The whore knew her business well. She opened his pants and freed his member from the tightness of his pants, caressing him with a controlled firm grip.

Cole groaned in excitement. "God, yes." He became more aroused with every breath he took and every touch she did on him. He wanted her. He needed this - now.

He slid her skirt up to find her wearing nothing underneath but suspenders that held her black stocks up. Cole licked his lips, grabbing the bottle from the nightstand to give him the last bravery he needed.

*** The Wild West Triad - prequel ***

Cole waited in the saloon for Sam. He had stopped drinking. The bottle was empty anyway and he was drunk enough to know he would pay with a hangover. Though right now he felt just relaxed and lightheaded. Ella strolled over to him and took a seat on his table.

"Well, honey you look as if you were able to work off some pressure."

Cole smiled at her. "Your girls know how to satisfy a man's needs."

"Sure they do, they are hand-picked by me," Ella stated.

"Really? How comes, do you fuck them all yourself?"

"Mr. Tanner, I hadn't thought you would use such colorful language. Seems you have this dirty humor from your father. And no I don't fuck them but I watch them doing their first costomer.

"I'm sorry Ella, I'm drunk. It wasn't my intention to insult you."

"Well don't worry it needs more to insult me. It somehow suits you, honey. Makes you not so grumpy and boring. Though not everyone would see it as a joke."

"You are the first person who thinks my loose mouth is of any use. Wouldn't be the first time it brings me trouble," Cole answered slurred.

She took a metal box from her corset and opened it, offering Cole a cigarette. "Try one, it's wonderful after a good ride."

Cole took a cigarette and Ella lit a match for him. He pulled the smoke in and coughed a little.

"Is this your first cigarette, honey? Oh Lord, I hope Mike will not scold me for this."

"Hey, he may be my father but I'm an adult."

"Honey, kids never become adults to their parents."

Cole chuckled amused, pulling at his cigarette once again, more carefully this time. Ella got up and placed a kiss on his cheek. "Hope you enjoyed the evening, sweetheart."

"Enjoy is the wrong word but it helped."

"She was really special, huh?" Ella asked sympathetically.

"Yeah, she really was," Cole just replied thoughtfully, eying the glowing cigarette.

Eventually it had been the right decision to come here after all. He felt much more relaxed though somehow guilty for making love to a whore where he should have a wife right now. But Mike was right, love and needs were two different things at times.

Watching Sam coming blissfully smiling down the stairs affirmed him even more that this had been a good decision.

The End