//Bad Sis\\

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Twirling the thick blade between your forefinger and thumb you grew more bored with each passing second as you scrolled down your brothers laptop

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Twirling the thick blade between your forefinger and thumb you grew more bored with each passing second as you scrolled down your brothers laptop. You twisted your finger around the tip of the handle before spinning it, the sharp point making a swirl in the oak table.
You balanced your pointer finger on the tip, swirling the knife again as you flipped it up into the air without even looking. You caught it, grasping it between your thumb and pointer finger as you clicked off the web page.

You looked up, ready to groan and moan about researching but found your brothers staring at you with wide eyes and mouths dropped to the floor.

''W-what?''You asked, creeped out by the way they were looking at you. Sam raised his brows, closing his mouth as he gave you a 'did you really just ask that?' look.

''That looked so bad ass''Dean grinned with a slight smirk. ''Shame you don't know how to use a gun''He muttered under his breath with a teasing tone.

''Maybe it's because no one has ever taught me!''You growled defensively. Sam refused to teach you since he didn't want you to ever have to be behind a trigger, and Dean was just to plain lazy.

''(Y/n)... you know how to use a knife..why do you need to use a gun?''Sam asked with a frown as he glanced at Dean who was against Sam's point of view. ''Ignore Dean''He scoffed as he rolled his soft hazel orbs.

Dean scoffed in protest, a offended look forming on his face as he shook of his brothers criticism and turned towards you. He sat on the edge of his chair, gripping the arms of the wooden handles before grinning at you.

''Let's go down to the shooting range.. I'll teach Ya'' He smirked, a sly, sneaky look dancing in his eyes. Your own eyes widened as you looked over at Sam who was shaking his head in disapproval.

Waving off Sam just like Dean did you jumped up excitedly. ''REALLY?!''You questioned, not sure if he was having you on. Dean laughed at you child like enthusiasm before getting out his own chair and nodding.

''Hellz yeah little sis''He whooped as he high fived you. Sam stood up abruptly, chair scrapping backwards as he stalked towards you. You groaned, sighing as you rolled your eyes. Here's comes big brother Sammy.
''No way, Dean.''Sam protested. ''Guns are dangerous and can take lives away. You're not putting her behind one of those''.

''Sammy''Dean trailed off with a scoff. ''We use one all the time and what if she's at a hunt and all there is is a gun.. now this monster has managed to get our baby sister down and next to her is a gun but she had no idea how to use it so she dies, gone,zip, nada, de-''

''Okay, Dean!''You yelped as you landed a hard punch on his arm. Dean whined, rubbing his arm.

Sam sighed, running his fingers through his hair as he closed his eyes in thought. You danced on your tiptoes, hands folded together as you prayed he would let you.

''Pleaseeeee Sammy?''You begged, giving him your puppy dog eyes as you waited for him to reply. Sam groaned, shaking his head, his brown locks sprawling about as he sighed, slumping forward.

''Fine''He sighed as he gave in. ''But only because it's more protection''Sam defended his big brother code as he held up a pointer finger. You and Dean whooped as you made your way to the shooting range.

It turned out that Sam didn't need to worry anyway... you were a Winchester yes... but you were pathetically, terrible at shooting a gun.
Dean was slumped against the border, shoulders dipped down as he stared at you with a surprised expression.

''Wow...''He trailed off, lips popping together. ''You really are terrible''He grimaced. You groaned, smacking your forehead off the wall as you put down the gun.

''Shut up, Dean''You hissed.

''Are you sure you're a Winchester?''He teased with a smirk. Growling at him you turned to your left and picked up the bow and arrow. Nobody knew you had been coming down to practice almost every night and had hit bullseye every time.

''Whoa baby sis...''Dean yelped as he shot towards you. ''That's for the big boys.. don't wanna see you get hurt''He chuckled as he tried to take it off you. You yanked it back, glaring at him as you called for Sam.

Dean held his hands up in defence as he stepped back. ''Don't blame me if you get yourself hurt''He muttered under his breath with a cocky tone. You stuck your tongue out at him before you were met with Sam's eyes.

''What's going on?''Sam asked with a confused expression.

''(Y/n) can't shoot a gun''Dean snickered. Sam rose his brows, a relieved, proud expression falling happily on his face.

''No need to look so chuffed, Sammy''You snapped as he apologised.

''So what am I down here for?''Sam asked, growing more confused.

''Your sister wants you to see her try with the bow...''Dean chuckled as he crossed his arms. Sam winced, not liking the idea himself.
''No I just want another witness to Dean's apology speech he's gonna give me in about 10 seconds''You smirked happily. Dean rolled his eyes before motioning for you to go.

Within the blink of an eye you released the arrow landing i in a perfect bullseye. Before Dean could even say 'Beginners luck' You had reached behind and quickly grabbed another arrow, slotting it in before shooting it and then 3 others. All which landed perfectly in a bullseye.

Turning around you noticed your brothers with the same expression they had on earlier.
''Your apology please sir''You grinned as you bowed.

''Okay... I don't normally apologise... but you deserve it''Dean smiled as he clapped the back of your shoulder. Sam walked towards the targeting range, whistling low as he nodded in approval at your markings.

''Not bad squirt...We'll have to see if we can get you your own set''Sam chuckled as you fist pumped.

''You really can't shoot a gun though?''
''Shut up!''

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