Winchesters and Walters (living with the Walters x Spn)

6

The rest of the weekend was not fun. Now my dad thinks that I need someone by my side 24/7. And it gets worse.

My dad decided to be a sub at the school. Should I be grateful to have more time with my dad? Maybe. But he's doing it to protect me not to get to know me. The lines are blurred as a hunter though.

Anyway, he's subbing for History class because it's what he has the most experience in and he was a law student. There's a lot of laws in history.

Then my Uncle decided to help me with my shooting skills. Guess my question has been answered.

"What are you aiming for?" Dean asked from beside the car where he's drinking his beer.

"The pole, obviously," I tell him.

"You're not doing a very good job at it," he retorts and I huff. He gets up and takes the gun from me and points at the pole. Then he sets two shots off hitting it both times. I cross my arms wondering why it's so hard for me.

He hands me the gun with a pointed look. "You're overthinking it. I can tell, your nerves are getting to you. Just breathe, clear your mind and steady your arms. Now try again."

How can I clear my mind when I'm about to be hunted for my blood? Cause if Castiel knows then it's not long before others do too. Plus the werewolves we fought with got let free because they aren't monsters anymore. Granted they went to jail for keeping that poor girl hostage.

Shaking my head, I focus on me and the stainless steel gun. Then the target a couple yards ahead of me. Breathe, that's it. My chest expands and deflates with air before I feel my arms steady. Then I let one fly with a loud bang.

Letting the gun drop, I see that it at least nicked the pole this time. "Good job, kid. A couple more and we'll head in," my Uncle tells me.

A couple more and I least hit the target once. And it chipped off the pole a couple of times too. Nonetheless I was happy with the shot I did get. We celebrated with a piece of pie and beer. But I didn't finish my beer because it was gross. Dean rolled his eyes and took it from me.

My dad comes in and sees us eating pie together and raises his eyebrows. "Did I miss something?" He asks and sits on the recliner chair.

"Yeah, I'm a badass shot now," I brag even though I know it's a reach.

"Relax.. you got one good one," my Uncle eats me out and I throw a pillow at him in response .

"Still better than before," I retort and finish my pie. Dean just shrugs and my dad fists bumps me as a congratulations.

"Well, that's great! And I solidified being a teacher at the school so, I'll be there tomorrow," my dad informs me.

"Great. Back to be a nerd, are we?" My uncle smirks. To which my dad rolls his eyes.

"Only to make sure we cover all the bases. Any monster of any kind can be after you, Stella. We have to be prepared," my dad says seriously and I sigh at the subject.

"I know. But why me? Was I born with special blood? Did I get blessed as a kid or something? Or cursed," I ask confused. He shrugs not having the answers.

"We'll have to ask Bobby. Him and Castiel can be the only ones that know."

"God.. we should've ganked those wolves when we had the chance. They could be blabbing their mouths at any second," my Uncle complains and gets up, clearly annoyed. We both don't say anything but we all have the same fear. If they blab, word will get out and I'll be a n the run for who knows how long.

I decide I need to get out and go to meet Kylie at the Lark Cafe because apparently that's the only place I live at.

"Stella wait!" My dad calls for me as I'm about to step out the door. I sigh and turn around to see both him and Dean walking towards me with a wooden box. "We thought you should have something."