Hunting (On Hold)

Chapter 5. X-Target

WL

"Again." Dean barks as I aim at the target in the gun range. I've been doing this for the last few hours at various distances. Testing me on if I can hit the target and where I get them. I've been getting better at the various guns. Though I learned the hard way about the recoil. Only takes a few times of it hitting me hard in the shoulder to remind you to hold it tightly to you and follow through.

I keep going at different targets that they set up for me. Even got to throw a few knives as well which was fun. Hit pumpkins with a machete to "decapitate" a vamp. Been slowly getting better with each round or circuit they set up for me. It's been a lot of fun but I've definitely soaked through my shirt with continually going through what they set up for me.

It's early evening now and we've barely taken any breaks. Had a quick breakfast and lunch earlier and try to keep hydrated. It isn't easy trying to keep drinking so I don't get dehydrated. I put the gun down and sit on the table, breathing heavy. I smile and take the headgear off before leaning my head against the wall. The smell of the weapons discharge is actually kind of nice. I wasn't expecting that.

"You did good kid. Better then I thought you would be." Dean says with a slight smile. Seems like hes impressed and doesn't want to show it.

"She did wonderfully. Better then I expected as well. Good job Winnie." Sam says with his own smile as he walks up with the paper from the targets. He holds them up for us to see and I had them fairly grouped together and along the center of body. Not bad considering I wasn't one for shoot em up games. I smile in my own little victory. I can't believe how well I did.

"Thank you both. I've enjoyed practicing like this, makes it more interesting instead of just being drilled at it. You made it into a game for me to learn. I am glad you're both helping me with this." I say to them genuinely happy that they are doing this for me.

"Anytime. It's nice to set things up like this makes it easier sometimes to focus on different directions so you can think fast and just do it. That way you don't have to think you just do." Sam says putting his hand on top of my head and playfully messing it up.

"Well, you did well. Practice is always key. Now come on let's show you how to clean the different weapons so they work and not get blocked." Dean says with a nod. They each take a weapon and hand me one. Going through the different weapons to how they come apart, how to clean them properly and how to put them back together. They gave me most of them to do so I get the hang of taking them apart and putting back together.

By the time we were done it was late and I'm starving. My stomach grumbles, loud. They both look at me and chuckle.

"Yeah, I'm hungry too. What are you up for eating?" Dean asks curious.

"I don't really care." I say. I don't really care too much, I'm not too picky just want to eat and sleep. I'm exhausted just like I though Id be. Definitely worth the ache I have in my body. So much fun firing the guns, throwing knives, beheading pumpkins. I see Sam give Dean a look of you know what I want.

"Alright to the kitchen it is then." Dean says with a slight nod. I'd almost say that look is one of his happy place. I help put the weapons away where they belong with Sam.

"You have been doing a great job with all that we've thrown at you. I'm honesty surprised. Most who've learned or seen something write it off or say were crazy. Your something else Winnie. I am truly sorry for what happened with your family. But like us you want to do something about it instead of hide or run. You've got strength." Sam says to me heartfelt. He gives me a warm smile, taking the last gun from my hands. He runs a thumb across my cheek.