Shooting Range, Friday

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

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.



[ooc: open for all your shooting needs]

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[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

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."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"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."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

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

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

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.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

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

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

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

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

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

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

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

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

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."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

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

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"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."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean resisted the urge to look down at himself at her words. "It's tough being a boy," he agreed with mock pathos.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Poor boy..." She teased. "Anything I can do to make your tough, tough life easier?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean grinned wickedly. "I can think of a few things," he said, sliding his hands around her waist and pulling her closer.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn reached back to put the gun down, then draped her arms over his shoulders. "Like?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"This is a good start," he said, taking his time in kissing her.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn leaned up against him, kissing him slow and deep as she breathed him in. "Soap and gunpowder."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"What?" Dean asked, brain maybe not fully engaged because there's kissing.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

She turned her head into his neck and smiled. "You. You smell like soap and gunpowder."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"I do?" Dean grinned. "Think if I bottled it, it would sell?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Are you putting your picture on the bottle?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Maybe?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Then it's sure to sell." Dawn grinned up at him. "You'll be mauled on the street by perfect strangers who just want to sniff you."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"A death worse than fate," Dean quipped. He leaned in and nuzzled along her jaw. "You smell pretty good yourself."