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“That was a bee-u-ti-ful eight second ride by Dean Winchester. Give the boy a big round of applause.”
The announcer paused to let the crowd cheer on the lean cowboy, who was a fan favorite. The fans loved him for his prowess on the broncs and his good looks, but mainly they loved hearing the tabloid stories and the gossip around the circuit.
Winchester, who jumped off the bucking horse as soon as the buzzer sounded, stood in the middle of the arena, grinning broadly and tipping his hat to the crowd.
“Alright, Pretty Boy, get out of the arena so the next cowboy can ride.”
The cowboy did an elaborate bow to the announcer before running over to the gate area. The buckle bunnies waited just beyond the gates, calling his name, snapping pictures and making lewd comments. He stopped to sign a few autographs before heading towards his motor home.
The Winnebago was close to the arena, since he was a sponsored rider. His sponsors, Austin City Boots and Saddles, had given him a large motor home, painted with their logo. The motor home pulled a horse trailer and sitting next to that was cowboy’s 67 Impala.
He put the key in and noticed the door wasn’t locked. He groaned. He’d left his lovers before his ride and told them to lock up when they left. Since it was unlocked, either they’d forgotten to lock up or more likely, they were still inside. He’d had a great morning with the two, but now he was just tired.
As he suspected, when he entered the bedroom area, they were lying naked on his bed, legs and arms intertwined. “Hey, Dean, did you have a good ride?” Julie, or was it Judy, asked. She sat up and the sheet dropped to her waist.
“I did, thanks for asking. Now, I’m really worn out. You think y’all could come back later?”
“Come on, Cowboy. I just want another ride on the big cock of yours,” Mike, or was it Mark, said. He pulled back the sheet to show his erect cock.
“Damn.” Dean tossed his hat on the table and began unbuckling his chaps.
“Yee haw.” The girl got up on her knees and began fondling her breasts. Dean unsnapped his shirt and threw it on the floor. He’d gotten his zipper halfway down when the flash went off behind him. He spun around only to see his door swinging shut.
“Son of a bitch.”
***
Castiel Novak threw the tabloid onto his desk and sighed. “So, what do you want me to do about it?”
Balthazar stood at the window, his back to Castiel. “We have spent thousands of dollars on Winchester. He’s a crowd favorite and the commercials have increased our sales 65%. Everyone wants to wear the same brand of boots as Dean Winchester.”
Castiel sat silently, knowing his brother wasn’t done yet.
“All that being said, he apparently has forgotten that his contract with us has a morality clause.”
“You knew he was a snake when you picked him up,” Castiel said sarcastically.
The older man turned around to glare at his younger brother. “I am well aware you did not want Dean Winchester to be our spokesman.”
“He was a cocky little bastard before we signed him, now he’s a media nightmare. Damn it, Zar, he’s out of control. The last three sanctioned events, he’s been caught with his pants down.”
Castiel held up three fingers and touched the first one. “Cheyenne. He was caught with another male rider’s dick in his mouth in the governor’s private box. Boulder. He was caught in the arena after hours, doing some buckle bunny up against a barrel.” Castiel picked up the tabloid, “and now this.” He read the headline out loud. “Rodeo Cowboy, Dean Winchester, Having Affair with Two Texas A&M Cheerleaders.”
Castiel put the paper back down on his brother’s desk. “We should just terminate his contract.”
Balthazar shook his head. “No, I have a better plan. Winchester needs a handler to travel with him, to keep him on the straight and narrow.”
The younger man laughed. “And who are you going to get to do that? A babysitter. That’s rich, Zar.”
The older man sat behind his desk and leaned back in his chair. He steepled his fingers and brought them up to his lips. His eyes met his brother’s.
“No…no…don’t even go there.” Castiel stood and paced the office.
“Castiel, just travel with him. Set up interviews, coach him. Unfortunately, we need him.”
“Can’t Gabe…”
Balthazar held up his hand to cut him off. “You know that Ruby is in her ninth month.”
“There are some days that I really hate being the youngest,” Castiel muttered.
***
The knock on Dean’s door at seven in the morning pissed the hung over cowboy off. “God dammit, who the fuck?” He whipped the door open ready to rip whoever dared to bother him a new asshole. He pulled up short.
The man standing outside the motor home was in a tailored suit, holding a briefcase.
“You some kind of lawyer or something?”
“No, Mr. Winchester. My name is Castiel Novak. May I come in?
Dean squinted his eyes against the early morning sun. “Novak…hey I know that name.”
“I would hope so, since my brothers and I have been paying your bills for the past six months. Now, could I come inside?”
“Sure, Babe.” Dean turned and sprawled onto the couch, his tight boxer briefs riding up his thighs.
“I would appreciate it if you put on some clothes before we get down to business.
“Hey now, Blue Eyes, you come to my home at the butt crack of dawn…you can at least let me be comfortable.”
“My name is Novak, please try to remember that Mr. Winchester. We have a few things to discuss concerning your contract with Austin City Boots and Saddles.”
Dean stared at him, slight smile on his face, green eyes hooded. “Okay, MR. Novak,” Dean emphasized the word mister, “what do you want to discuss?”
Castiel opened his briefcase and pulled out two copies of the contract. He handed one to Dean. Dean took it and put it beside him on the couch. He never took his eyes off Castiel.
“In Paragraph 13, Item 3, the contract clearly states that you, as a representative of Austin City, will hold yourself to the moral standards set forth…”
Dean burst out laughing.
Castiel stopped reading and stared at the other man. “Is there something funny, Mr. Winchester?”
“You came all the way from your fancy office in Austin to talk to me about morals. Morals. That is freakin’ hilarious.”
“I’m really glad you are amused.” Castiel felt his temper rising and he stood to tower over the other man. “You are a spoiled brat. You’ve gotten by your whole life on your looks and charm. You are one of the top bronc riders in the country and you use that to your advantage. You continuously fuck around with anything that moves. I have been given the distasteful task of being your babysitter for the next three months while you are on the PRC Circuit. You will keep your nose clean and your pants zipped or your contract will be terminated. Do I make myself clear, Mr. Winchester?”
“Crystal, Mr. Novak.” Dean did not move from his relaxed position on the couch.
Castiel rose and went to the door. “Beginning tomorrow, we will be traveling together. Please have this motor home cleaned before then. I will see you after your ride tomorrow.”
As he was stepping out the door, Castiel heard Dean say, “Damn, Novak, you’re kind of hot when you’re mad.”
Castiel slammed the door, but not before he heard Dean Winchester laughing.