Dean's Cowgirl /✔

Chapter Twenty-Six

They guns went off and all the little kids covered their ears in surprise. Both my friends missed and put their gun down, whining "aw man!" The next two people in line cam up and i saw my grandma and cousin. My grandma was badass considering she was almost seventy. She picked up the rifle and loaded one bullet into it. My cousin did the same.

"Alright grandma, your aiming for the first rope. Fred, so are you." Fred shot and he missed. He groaned and stood up. Grandma held the .22 tightly to her shoulder and looked down the sights, aiming. I could hear her breathing stop as she held as still as possible, then her finger moved and the gun went off, jumping slightly into her shoulder. The rope snapped and the banner fell revealing "I". Everyone cheered and grandma was confused.

"I thought it was something better."

"Don't worry grandma. That's only the first banner." I laughed. She perked up and went to sit in a chair by Sam. Her being grandma, she patted his knee and leaned over, asking him something. Probably how he knew me. My mama and daddy were next in line and they both grinned. Daddy was a bit shaky so naturally he missed, but mama was spot on and hit the second rope. All my friends and family cheered when the banners now revealed "I am."

"Alright everyone. Cara has been begging to shoot so she's going to shoot the last one, but if you didn't get to shoot you're welcome to take the .22s down to the range and shoot. They all cheered at that. I smiled. Almost all nebraskans loved their guns. Of course there are the people who don't like them or haven't shot one, but most of us are rednecks and cowboys who shoot guns, ride 4wheelers, and a whole lot more. Most people say that nebraska is nothing but fields and cows. They're wrong. Those people haven't traveled through it on the highway. Those people have never stopped here, to meet all the friendly rednecks.

Cara came up and stood next to me, getting ready to shoot the last rope.

Dave sat down and picked up the rifle, loading and pushing the bolt forwards. He aimed, taking his time. And after a minute of aiming, the crowd was silent and he shot. The rope snapped, reveling "i am preg" everyone cheered and i saw several perplexed faces. They had no clue. Cara took the .22 and sat at the table, aiming. She quickly shot and the last rope snapped. Everyone's eyes went up and all their faces were amazed and thrilled when they read the "i am preg-nant". They all looked at me cheering excitedly. I was picked up by Sam in a big bear hug.

"I'm gonna be an uncle?!" He exclaimed. I nodded and he squeezed me, thrilled. Dean came over and lossened his brother's grip and Sam smiled sheepishly.

"Sorry." He said. I shrugged and grinned. He walked over to hug Dean, and they patted each other on their backs roughly. I laughed. I walked to the table with food and grabbed a burger. I put several pickles on it along with some ketchup and mustard. I put my burger on a paper plate and let scooped some of that green bean casserole stuff. it's got green beans, onion ring chips, and mushroom stuff. it was my favorite casserole and it always has been. we ate it at every holiday and party. but hey! we're rednecks. I grabbed a plastic fork and went to sit down. I picked up my burger and started eating. I had gotten half way through my burger when Sam sat down beside me with his own plate loaded with a burger, green bean casserole, brown beans, fruit salad, and cheesy potatoes. I would have gotten the cheesy potatoes too because it's another dish I grew up eating. on of my favorites too. but i didn't really want it to mush together with my green bean casserole because I've had that happen before and it mixed together is nasty. i nodded at Sam since my mouth still had a bite of burger in it and he dug in. then Dean sat down across from me. but instead of having one plate loaded, he had two plates. one was loaded with green bean casserole and the other had cheesy potatoes with his burger on top. not even caring that i had food in my mouth, i gaped at him.

"what?" he frowned at me.

"holey shit babe. it's good but you have to save some for everyone else!"

"oh, i looked, they had two more containers of each." he smiled and dug into his burger. i rolled my eyes.

"i grew up eating this." i gestured to the green bean casserole on my plate with my fork then put some in my mouth. my taste buds sang in harmony. i ate all my casserole then went to get cheesy potatoes. everyone smiled and congratulated me on the way there an back. i nodded and said thank you, my goal the potatoes. i finally got there and scooped a rather big scoop onto my plate and then turned to go back to Dean. i smashed into something or rather someone and my plate of potatoes got smeared all over the sky blue t shirt, staining it. i looked up into the bright green eyes and my eyes widened in shock.

"Blake?" i asked, forgetting the potatoes. the red head looked down at me, his green eyes lifted in amusement. Blake was one of my best friends when i was little. him, me and both of our siblings would go out and throw dirt clumps at each other. it would always end in an injury but we always had fun. he was four years older than me but we had dated for a while when i was fifteen and he was eighteen. he had told me he would never leave me, and that he loved me. I'm pretty sure it was true. but then his parents moved across the state and drug him with then. the long distance relationship didn't last long and i went to texas a few weeks after they moved back here.

"hey wimp." he smirked. he gave me that nickname when i was nine and he was thirteen when i had run away screaming when one of the chickens chased me. i rolled my eyes.

"how are you?" i asked. i glanced down and remembered the potatoes. "shit. sorry." i reached for a handkerchief we all used for napkins and wiped it off his chest.

"still have a potty mouth i see." he grinned and took the handkerchief from me and wiped it off.

"um ya." i rubbed the back of my neck.

"hey, what's taking so long?" Dean came up suddenly and saw me standing next to Blake. and since we look nothing alike he immediately was on his guard, being possessive. i turned to get more cheesy potatoes and ate them as i watched Blake and Dean glare at each other.

"um, Blake, this is Dean, my uh fiancé." i said awkwardly. Blake tensed up and looked Dean up and down. he saw the deep scars on his forearms and face. he had one particular scar that went from his forehead to up in his hairline from when he was battling a werewolf and he had hit his head on something sharp. they stared at each other. then Sam called Dean over for whatever reason and i was relieved.

"you can't marry him, Sara." Blake turned to look down at me, his eyes hard.