Deadly

Chapter 20

(a/n: i don't know how to shoot a gun i'm literally on wiki how searching how to shoot a gun so bare with me okkkkkk i'm sorry if this sucks but i'm gunna try ok)

The next day, the guys and I went to a shooting range, where they were going to teach me how to shoot a gun. I was hesitant and anxious and really didn't want to, but Sam told me it would be safer for me if I learned how to shoot a gun, so there I was. The hunters were excited, they just wanted to shoot at something. 

"It's practice," Luke told me. "Plus, this job sucks, it's kind of fun to release anger and stress through this. You'll see."

Dean was preoccupied with Luke, Mason, Aaron, Michael, and Peter, so I thought I had gotten off the hook. Sam, however, had other plans for me.

"Okay, Marilyn," he smiled, two sets of ear muffs in hand. He handed me one, but didn't put his on. "This is pretty simple. Just takes some balance and aim."

I nodded. Balance and aim. Got it.

"Okay, so," he handed me a small gun. "I'll teach you how to shoot a hand gun. I don't know if it's the easiest to shoot, but it's the easiest to carry around- and hide." he gave me a small smile.

I nodded. "Alright."

"Don't worry about aim yet. I mean, shoot in the right direction, obviously, but don't worry about getting the target spot on. For now, just focus on learning how to shoot- aim will be next."

I nodded, trying to calm myself down. I licked my lips, waiting for him to continue. He produced a small gun then, handing it to me. Then he pulled out another one for himself.

"Okay, so," he said, looking at the gun in my hands. He looked at me expectantly, and I figured he wanted me to hold my gun how he was holding his. I positioned the gun in my hands to mirror his, and he smiled, nodding.

"First things first, don't point the gun at anyone, or yourself, during stuff like this. If it were for self defense it would be different, but this is just practice."

I nodded, not really wanting to point a gun at anyone, ever.

"Do I really have to do this?" I asked, still uneasy. "I really, really don't like guns."

"I know, Marilyn, but if this thing comes after you, you have to have some way of defending yourself."

"I'm always with one of you!" I tried to argue. "Whether it's Dean when we're out, or you at home, or Mason and Luke, I'm always with a hunter," I paused, thinking of the fact that Sam didn't consider himself a hunter. "Or someone who can protect me better than I can protect myself." I added.

"You can't depend on us, though. What if something happens to us?"

I rolled my eyes, muttering under my breath.

Sam laughed. "Come on, this will be fun."

I sighed. "Whatever. What next?"

"Now you make sure it's loaded." He pulled out the clip, waiting for me to do the same. When we saw that both our guns were loaded, we moved on. "Get ready." He held up his gun, aiming at our targets. "Hold it like you're about to shoot."

I stood next to him, poised to shoot. "Now what?"

Sam got out of his stance, coming over to make sure I was holding it correctly. "Make sure your thumbs aren't in the way of the slide. It's not now, you're holding it right. Just make sure you don't hurt yourself."

"What's the slide?"

"This," Sam showed me. "It moves back when you shoot. If it pinches you, it'll hurt like a mother, and if you drop the gun that could potentially be worse because the saftey will be off."