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Waking up to the older Winchester holding a breakfast sandwich at ten in the morning was probably one of the most alarming and wonderful things at the same time. I jumped a little because I had been dreaming about Jonathan hovering over me with a knife, but my alarmed expression quickly shifted to one of elation. This guy knew how to wake a girl up. And that, my friends, is with food.

"Hey there Gingy." He greeted with a crooked crows-footed smile handing me the plate containing what looked like breakfast heaven.

"Hey. When did you guys get home?" I asked. Dean cocked an eyebrow at my use of the word home but I kept on eating like I didn't notice.

"About an hour ago. What were you doing at 4 in the morning?" he asked in a tone that bordered on that of a parent scolding their child.

I rolled my eyes, "Sorry Dad, I didn't know I had a bed time." I teased, "I found a few books that I found a little too interesting and I just kinda lost track of time..."

"You nerds... I will never get it. Anyway, get up and get dressed, we are going to teach you how to shoot a gun today." He said jabbing his thumb at the duffle bag sitting at the end of my bed. He got up and left before I had time to ask what was in the bag and when I opened it I found everything I had packed before Jonathan had attacked Sam and I at my house.

I quickly got dressed in a pair of jeans and old Journey t-shirt braiding my hair out of my face to reveal a giant grin. When I found the boys in the kitchen I came up between them and pulled them in for a double side hug.

"Uhm... morning?" Sam grunted a little taken aback.

"You guys rock!" I announced as I let go and found my way to the coffee machine.

"Well I must say I agree but would you like to explain why?" Dean asked. I smiled into my coffee cup and held up a finger while I drained half of the scalding liquid.

"You grabbed my bag?!"

"That was all the moose's idea." Dean called more to Sam than me as Sam tried to duck out of the kitchen looking embarrassed. I didn't see any reason why he would be but I yelled a thank you after him anyways.

I downed another cup of coffee and laced up my combat boots before following Dean down the shooting range. Sam had laid out a table of different types of guns and ammo next to the corresponding weapon. There was only one firing lane lit up and a shotgun laid on the table tucked inside the little cubicle. I glanced at everything and immediately began to feel intimidated. I can be sassy and obnoxious when I feel comfortable then all of the sudden something happens or is said that makes me retreat back into my shell and it takes a hell of a lot of work to get me back out.

"Before you even get to touch the shotgun, you have to know all about them." Dean began his speech and soon I was completely lost in a world consisting of firearms and vague instructions. I managed to figure out what he was trying to say for a little while but when he asked me to pick it up and check for rounds I just stood there staring at it for a sec. Do I press that? No that's the safety. I picked up the gun careful to point it down range pulling the trigger and nothing happened.

"No rounds." I said with a sly smile trying hard to fake some confidence.

Sam started howling with laughter as he walked out the door and Dean stared at me like I had just slapped his grandmother.

"That's not what I meant..." Dean muttered before launching into more explanations and instructions. I tried to follow him but it wasn't working. I asked questions when I could squeeze them in but it just got both of us more frustrated.

"What the hell Dean?! You just told me the safety can't be on when you're loading!" I yelled.

"I didn't say anything about the safety!" Dean bellowed back angrily loading the gun and shooting down the range while giving me an angry look. I have to admit it was really attractive in an 'im appreciating the wonderful gene pool this guy must have come from' way but it was also very scary. I started getting that tight feeling in the back of my throat that always happened when I felt like a disappointment and my eyes started to get misty. Dean slammed the gun down on the table and stormed out when I didn't say anything. I just leaned against the wall of the cubicle and stared at the gun trying to remember what he was talking about but failing miserably and drowning myself in pity.