A Missed Shot

Chapter Eight

Destiny's eyes widened in anger, surprise, disgust — the list of emotions surging through her mind could go on forever. One thing was clear - she was pissed.

"She WHAT?!" Destiny swings the sword wildly at Sam without thinking.

"Woah," Sam exclaims, barely saving himself from getting decapitated. "Watch where the hell you swing that thing!" He peeks at the wall seeing a large claw-like mark being left where Destiny hit. Without warning, she storms down the stairs and into the basement with Sam closely following behind.

Dean chuckles as they walk in. "That's quite the set of lungs you've got there."

Destiny raises the blade up to Dean's neck, spouting back, "Shut the hell up, Dean!"

Without even flinching, he pushes the sword away from him with a finger. "Easy, tiger. Take it down a notch. I know, truth hurts." He glances at Sam then looks back at her. "I know."

Clearing his throat, Sam breaks the bad vibe. "Alright, look, it's already past 10. The more we sit around with our thumbs up our asses playing 'Who stole the cookies from the cookie jar,' the less time Destiny has to train. The less time she trains, the more unprepared she is to take down Ellie so I suggest we get to work." He gestures towards a training dummy. "Get over here, Destiny." She approaches the dummy, twirling Yamato in her hand. She stands there for a second, throwing Sam a look of bewilderment. He stares back blankly. "What, isn't it obvious? Swing."

"Oh I er. . .yeah, I knew that." She tightens the grip around Yamato and gets the sensation that the leather is molding around her clench. With one clean strike, she slits the dummy's throat resulting in a rush of cotton gushing out at her, forcing her to shield her eyes.

Dean whistles. "Wow. First thing you do with a sword is you slit a guy's neck. I'm staying on your side, Samurai Jack." She chuckles in response.

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After hours of hacking and slashing her way through multiple dummies in a row, the entire floor is practically replaced with dummy parts and cotton. She gives the last one standing a solid stab through where its heart would be and it cleanly punctures the steel armour in the process.

Smiling, Dean says, "Now that is how you pierce the veil." The three of them laugh.

"Alright, one more thing for tonight," Sam expresses. "Dean?" On cue, Dean takes the sword and gives it to Sam. Sam walks all the way to the other side of the room while Dean binds both of Destiny's arms together behind her back.

"Hey, what the—," Destiny begins to argue.

"Take your sword back," Dean cuts in. Destiny struggles to get out of Dean's firm but gentle grasp but it's no good. "Without your hands."

"How the hell am I supposed to do that?"

"It'll come to you."

"Peachy," Destiny replies with a sigh. She struggles in her mind to figure out how she's supposed to get her sword back. Then she gets a wild idea. She closes her eyes and calls out to the blade as if she had some sort of psychic connection to it.

Yamato.

Yamato.

Yamato.

In a few awkward seconds, Destiny feels something leather developing in her hand as Dean lets go. She opens her eyes and sees Sam give her a small smile. She looks down at her hand for a second then chuckles. "Okay, that was cute. How did you two chuckleheads pull it off?"

They both respond simultaneously, "Pull what off?"

"Y'know." She raises the sword above her head.

Dean replies in a firm tone, "You think about what you just said. All the other crazy ass things you've done in the past few days, oh yes including your reflexes, and you question this? Everyone's told you you're special. Accept fate and play your role."

Destiny glances at Sam and he just throws her a look saying it's all the truth and she lets her head fall in dismay. "Sorry. . .guess I'm still just taking this all in. God, I feel like a jackass now."

Dean pats her on the shoulder and she perks up immediately. His voice is warm and welcoming as it had been beforehand. "No need for the apology. It's past 1 in the morning. Go on upstairs and grab some shut eye." She nods and does what is told, waving goodnight to the both of them before grabing her jacket,

bow and arrow set, and bag to go upstairs.

Not even a dozen steps up the stairs, she hears Sam say quietly, "Dude. You cannot hit that." She stifles her laughter.

Just as quietly, Dean replies, "Well you don't know that." Destiny bursts out into laughter before exiting the basement and shutting the door.

Turning on her flashlight, she ventures throughout the second floor looking for a bedroom. She kicks in the door to one. "Finally," she mutters with relief. She strips down to her cyan tank top and black basketball shorts. Her amulet is cold on her bare chest but she doesn't mind. As she drifts off into sleep, however, she has quite the peculiar dream.