Now, I haven't been a hunter for a very long but I like to think I can kick my fair share of ass, although when it comes to shooting guns I may be slightly useless...completely useless. Guns aren't my thing, they're loud and heavy and just don't feel natural in my hands.
It only became a real issue on a recent werewolf case where knives just wouldn't cut it. (Pun entirely intended) Dean being the overprotective guy that he is, made a huge deal out of it and made me promise to let him train me, and that ladies and gents, is where I find myself at this very moment.
The gun felt heavy and wrong in my hands as I stood, feet shoulder width apart, eyes focused on the target in front of me, which I hadn't hit. Not even once. "Look, Y/N we can't do this if you aren't focused."
I am so totally focused. Okay, maybe not so focused. I can't help it if Dean Winchester is standing in such close proximity to me that I can literally feel him breathing. "Dean I was born focused. I'm trying, I promise I am this is just ridiculously difficult."
"You're making a mountain out of a mole hill, kiddo."
Cue the signature smirk. "It just feels so wrong, I can't move with it the way I do with my knives. I'm all uncoordinated." I said, whining like the petulant child I was deep down inside.
"Not everything's solved by throwing knives babe." There it is. classic Dean Winchester grin, nobody can or ever will be able to resist that. Dean moved so his front was pressed to my back, which was impressive considering I was 5'2ft and completely tiny compared to him, he was so tall that the top of my head just about brushed his chin. He moved his arms around mine and put his hands on the gun, which I was already holding. This is a complete cliche movie moment but that so didn't mean I liked it any less.
"Okay so what you wanna do now is, look slightly above where you're aiming. Got that?" I nodded. "Okay now when I breathe in, you breathe in, when I breathe out, you do the same." I'm not entirely sure I can breathe at all right now. I felt Deans chest rising and falling and I matched by breaths in time with his. "When I breathe out I want you to pull the trigger, still focused a little bit above where you're aiming. Keep both eyes open, don't squint." His lips were practically touching my ear now, it was so quiet in this room, you could hear a pin drop. That was until Dean exhaled and I squeezed the trigger. The bullet flew out of the gun with an impressive bang and landed right in the middle of my target.
"I DID IT. YES!" Victory is sweet. I whirled around and threw my arms around Deans neck as he chuckled heartily. "I'm proud of you kiddo." He said, using that same soft voice from before. I looked at him now, really looked at him, and noticed how soft his eyes looked as he peered down me . I was so close to his face I could count all of his freckles and I probably would have, if he hadn't of chosen that exact moment to press his lips softly to my own.
Now I've read a lot of fan fiction in my time, and I often see the phrase 'I got lost in the kiss." I never really understood that and how accurate it was until this moment. I completely forgot I held a loaded gun in my hand, I forgot we were in the bunker, hell I forgot we were in Kansas. We could've been on Mars for all I cared. I wouldn't have gotten any oxygen there either. Dean finally pulled away and I gasped to catch my breath, who knew how long that went on for. "Y/N I understand if you don't want anything more than friendship but I gotta tell ya, I'm kinda crazy about you." Cue my signature grin, and that, ladies and gentlemen, was the start of something truly stupendous.
(A/N: Sorry if there are a few mistakes in this but it's super late and I can't be bothered to edit. Also, I don't claim to be an expert on guns or the act of aiming them because I have never shot a gun before. Hope you enjoyed this one guys. More soon :). )
