Shooting Range, Friday

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Dean entered with Dawn and immediately went over to the locker where his guns were kept. "I'm still not used to not having these where I can get at them easily, but at least I can visit," he said, pulling out his things and grinning up at Dawn.



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[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn blushed. "I didn't mean it like that, obviously."

"So what do I do?" She said as she stood in front of the target and looked back over her shoulder at him.

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Dean moved behind her and handed the gun to her. "Hold it in your right hand and brace it with your other," he said, guiding her hands into the right position. "Then you aim it at the target, sighting along the top, and gently squeeze the trigger."

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Dawn accepted the gun, breathing deeply, and stood as she'd been instructed. "I can't get over how heavy it is."

She sighted, but couldn't pull the trigger yet.

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"Well, it's not a toy," Dean said, still standing right behind her ready to intervene or help, though he'd let go of her hands for now. "A good weapon should have some weight to it. Also it means that it'll make it a pretty good club if it comes to that."

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"Right." She inhaled, exhaled, then pulled the trigger. The reverberating bang was really loud, and her arms jerked from the recoil. She'd also missed the target completely.

"I like the using it as a club idea..." she said sheepishly.

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Dean chuckled. "The recoil takes some getting used to. Here." He wrapped his arms around her again, covered her hands with his and had her bring the gun back up towards the target. Try it again and I'll brace you."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Okay, so learning to shoot a gun had some good points. Sighing, Dawn aimed and pulled the trigger again, but this time the recoil made her jerk back against Dean. Yay, good points.

"Hey, I hit the corner!"

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This, Dean thought, was much more fun than helping to teach Sammy when they were kids. "Not bad," he told her with a grin. "Aim a little more to the right this time," he advised, still having his arms around her to help brace against the recoil.

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"To the right," Dawn repeated, pulling the trigger again and being sent back against his chest by the recoil. Still, his arms were around her and she felt pretty safe where she was, if a little frustrated with her progress. "Shoulder shot. I'm better with an arrow, I swear."

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"You're not doing bad," Dean told her. "You're hitting the target. It takes some people a lot longer to do that. The trick is learning to adjust for the recoil you can't absorb." He had her bring the gun up again and pressed closer against her to be able to help aim it. "Try now."

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Yeah, because having him pressed up against her helped her concentration. Not that she was complaining. Dawn aimed, and fired again, but was more than a little distracted.

She missed the target again.

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"Not all of them can hit," Dean told her. He grinned. "We'll call that a warning shot. Here, let me aim this time..." he said, bringing the gun in her hands back up towards the target and sighting over her shoulder, "...and you pull the trigger."

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Dawn leaned back into Dean and let his hands guide her. Trusting him to aim and sight properly, she pulled the trigger.

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The bullet hit just to the left of the center of the target. "There," Dean said with satisfaction. "Like I said, just a matter of knowing how to adjust the aim for the recoil."

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"So you've really been shooting for six years?" She looked back over her shoulder, imagining a nine year old Dean learning to fire a gun that was much too big for him. "How long did it take you to get good?"

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"When I could consistently hit things I was aiming at? Maybe a couple of months. Get to where I could do that without thinking and it was all pretty much reflex and instinct?" Dean considered. "That was closer to a year."

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"Long time," Dawn said quietly. "I can't imagine being on my guard for that long."

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Dean shrugged awkwardly. "I think I've been on my guard since I was four," he said, faint memories of crawling into Sammy's crib to try and protect him from the shadows and what was in them, running through his mind.

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She lowered the gun to her side, turned around, and kissed him lightly. "Big brother."

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"Yeah," Dean admitted with a slightly rueful grin. "Guess that's kinda a big part of my identity, huh?"

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"Guess so, but it's a very sweet part of your identity."

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Dean smiled and ducked his head. "Sweet huh? Guess I can live with that coming from you."

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She laughed. "Oh, I'm sorry, wasn't that boyish enough for you?" Dawn cleared her throat and tried again. "That's a very protective part of your personality that is macho and manly and not at all sweet."

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Dean laughed. "Better," he said wryly. "You're sweet for saying so."

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"It's good to be a girl," Dawn decided. "Because you can say I'm sweet and I don't have to make an immediate run to the bathroom to make sure all my parts are in their proper place."