Author Note: I totally forgot to mention the title of this story is a Led Zeppelin song. Don't know why it just seemed perfect for this story…Can't put my finger on why. So, I don't own them either…but I appreciate their music forever and always.

Disclaimer: can be found in the first chapter…you know I don't own them…blah blah…oh and again…I write this for my enjoyment…if you like it…..yeah! If not, well….hey…whatever…at least I didn't have to nurse my husband back to health….Hope it, at least, didn't make you sick…..that would suck.

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Dean tried to look disinterested as Reese ran his fingers over the very expensive envelope.

"I'm sure you heard about the sudden death of my wife this spring?"

Dean nodded not able to meet the man's sad eyes. The death of Kristin Warner had been sudden and devastating. Not only to her family but the entire community. Kristin had been the heart and soul of the house but she was also a shining beacon in the small tight knit town.

Everyone, of course, knew the Warner family. Kristin was the bridge between the townspeople and the wealth and privilege of the upper-class society.

"Yes, sir. I was sorry to hear about your loss."

Reese said nothing in response. Quick flashes of memory assaulted him but he managed to make a fast recovery.

"I have spoken with your mother. I believe we might be able to help each other out, son."

Dean nodded his head as his interest finally was piqued.

"After my wife's death, our son was devastated. They were both very close. I felt it best to send him away for the summer."

Reese paused a moment remembering the destroyed look in his son's eyes in the days after her unexpected loss. "I'm afraid that might not have been as beneficial as I originally thought. School will be starting in a few weeks. He needs to be focused."

Not quite sure where this conversation was going, Dean started to voice his confusion.

"What I need, right now, is someone to assist me with my son."

"Sir?"

Before Dean could continue, Reese held up his hand and continued. "My son will be returning tomorrow. I need someone to make sure he keeps his head together. Someone to watch out for him. Keep him in line."

Dean stood quickly and shook his head quickly to stave off any further discussion. "Mr. Warner. Sir. I appreciate you meeting with me. I do. I think what you are looking for. Who you are looking for is a babysitter. No offense, but doesn't he already have a butler? Isn't Brady responsible for keeping your son's head together?"

Reese continued to let his fingers roam over the embossed print of the rich looking envelope as he listened to the young man. He lifted his hand lightly and waved it back to the seat on the leather couch.

"Please take your seat, Mr. Winchester. Hear me out." Staring down at the envelope he met Dean's gaze as the teen took his seat once again. An unpleasant pause seemed to choke the air out of the room and Dean didn't think it would be possible to feel any more uncomfortable.

"Mr. Winchester, my son is very special." Reese stood from the couch and slowly made his way to the window. Carefully choosing his words but never once losing sight of the teenager's bored look in the reflection of the window. Smiling to himself he took a moment and continued.

"I'm not just talking special as in he is my son and I love him. I am saying my son has gifts. Special gifts. He is a brilliant child. He has a brilliant future ahead of him. Someday he will takeover for me and I do not doubt he will surpass even me in his success. The problem is even before the unexpected passing of his mother, he seemed to have lost focus. His mother, as much as I loved her, let him believe he was capable of doing anything he set his mind to. While I don't disagree with that fancy notion. It does not fit into the plans we made for him."

Turning from the window, Reese locked eyes with Dean as he leaned against the windowsill.

"As you mentioned, we do have a family butler. Brady is a valued employee and I consider him a member of this family, much like I do with all my household staff. Brady, unfortunately, is not impervious to my son's desires. That is very dangerous and a risk I cannot live with. What I need is a professional. Someone who won't let my son deviate from our intended goals. Someone who will be there for him but not let him get silly ideas on wasted activities in his head. I believed when he went away this summer that he would be going to a place where he would not only heal but also come to his senses with regards to all our hard work and planning. I fear this may have been a very wrong assumption. Yet, I don't believe all is lost. If you will hear the rest of my proposition out I believe we might be able to reach a mutual understanding while also making it very enticing to you, son."

Reese walked back over to the couch and handed the envelope he had been holding to the young man in front of him. Dean took the envelope and stared into the blue eyes of the intense businessman. Every ounce of him wanting to excuse himself as politely as possible and just get the hell out of there. Was it too early for a drink? Could he manage to get out of the house without anybody he knew seeing him leave? After all that it took to get a meeting with a prospective employer who wouldn't have him asking if someone would need something super-sized or if they wanted fries with it, Dean was unsure what his next move should be.

Sensing the flight instinct in the teenager, Reese Warner sat down next to the young man and offered up his most understanding father-type face.

"Open it." Reese encouraged as he smiled sweetly.

Dean swallowed hard. His hands shaking as if he were an explosives specialist and someone had just handed him a letter bomb. Beads of sweat lined his top lip as he tried to gracefully open the envelope. Once it was open he blew out a breath he hadn't even known he was holding and wiped a hand across his brow.

There in the envelope was a lone check. Opening it a bit further he could see quite a few zeroes on that check. Dean was sure it wasn't the biggest check Reese Warner had ever written. It was probably pocket change to the billionaire if all the rumors had been true. Nevertheless, it was the most substantial amount of money Dean Winchester had ever seen and it was sitting in his very hands for the taking.

Dean took a breath and studied the check once again. As if the numbers would disappear and the check would have only been an illusion.

"Sir, this is a check."

A sly smile slid across the billionaire's face as he read the dumbfounded face of the kid. This was almost easier than he originally thought. Anyone could be bought. Funny, the check was nothing. A very small sum and yet he knew it would be a steal.

"Uh, this is a check for 50,000"

Reese nodded in agreement.

Dean looked at the check once more and back in to the face of the waiting man. Putting the check in his lap and closely guarding it. Just in case Mr. Warner had second thoughts.

"$50,000 dollars." Dean still tried to comprehend.

Reese clasped his hand to Dean's neck in a fatherly type gesture.

"This is a down payment, let's call it your signing bonus, for now. There will be more. As of tomorrow, after your acceptance, of course, you will be in my employ. I will pay you an additional $50,000 a year to help guide my son. Get his mind back in the game. Let the distractions of his childish ideals go away. Help me mold him into the young man he will grow to be."

Dean picked up the envelope once more and before he could even open it to make sure it was still in there added "it's $50,000."

Reese stood up and Dean finally joined him.

"Before you give me your answer I have just a few addendum's to your employment."

Letting out a breath, Dean sat down once more. Perfect, he thought. He knew there had to be some kind of hitch to this. It all seemed so easy. Too easy.

"You understand you are to be like a mentor to my son. He will know you are a staff member but he is not to know why you are here. Second, you must not discuss the details either monetarily or details of what you are doing to anyone. Especially your family. Let everyone think you are his chauffeur or butler. I do not care. If I do find out either one of these valued trusts have been broken. I will end your employment and demand the $50,000 bonus back. Is that clear?"

"Yyyes. Yes, sir. So, you want me to be like a tutor to him? Dean managed to stumble out.

The billionaire nearly let out a snort at that. The idea seeming so impossible to consider. His son was a genius. No tutelage, in terms of actual education, would be required from this snot nosed teen. His son was a hundred times smarter than the kid before him. The idea was preposterous, at best.

"Dean, just guide him in the direction of our plans. No tutoring from you is needed. Do we have a deal, son?"

A silence filled the air once more. Yet, this time it was a more comfortable breezy silence. Dean was still not sure if this was the best decision. But, hell, it beat flipping hamburgers. How bad could one little bratty kid be, anyway? Just let him know who was the boss and keep on collecting checks. It seemed simple. Almost too simple. But, he wasn't going to get lost in that kind of thought. This was his moment. This was his time. Education be damned.

Dean stood and held out his hand. As Reese Warner wrapped his hand in the handshake of a fresh business deal he smiled at his new employee.

"We have a deal, Mr. Warner."

Reese led the young man to the door. "Wonderful. Samuel will be landing tomorrow at noon. I believe Julie; my assistant has all the details. You can meet with her."

Dean turned once more as the door opened and shook Reese's hand again. "I won't let you down, sir."

Yet, this time as he shook the hand and looked into the face of the smiling man. Dean was met with a feeling of dread. As if he had just shaken hands and sealed a business deal with the devil himself.

Deciding that the $50,000 would be enough to help him get over that he shook away the cold tingle that ran down his spine and made his way out of the office of the most powerful man he had ever met. His brand new employer, Reese Warner.