You Are A What

Chapter 20~ Dodge the Pebble

HAI WAFFLES,

                Sorry, this is sort of a filler. I might skip a couple episodes to get to the main plot of my OC's. All the tips given by Taylor are true so you can use them. 
Thanks for Reading! <3

~Unicorn




Chapter 20

Dean's POV

    I am driving Taylor had fallen asleep in the back. Arianna was asleep too, Sam was sitting to my right. I had embarrassed myself slightly by singing REO Speedwagon. We were going to see Andrew Gallagher. His Mom was killed the same way ours was, not to mention the similarities of timing.  "So, you think the demon has something to do with this guy?" I asked Sam. "Yeah, it looks like it."  He replied. "Dean, we need to talk." Sam said looking to me. "About?" I said looking from him to the road. "It's about these visions. Taylor, is involved I am not sure how. I think we should make her sit out this her and Arianna. The hunters back at the roadhouse took a toll on them." Sam had his eyebrows scrunched together. "Why would Taylor have anything to do with the demon? Plus, how do you even know?" I asked. Did she tell him about something? "Dean, she told me that when she was in the woods, the demon appeared, and told her that he wanted her." He said sounding concerned. It made my blood boil. First this demon takes away my Mom, my Dad, then tries to take Sammy, and Taylor. 

Arianna's POV

    I woke up, to hush voices talking."It's about these visions. Taylor, is involved I am not sure how. I think we should make her sit out this her and Arianna. The hunters back at the roadhouse took a toll on them." I listened that was Sam. ""Why would Taylor have anything to do with the demon? Plus, how do you even know?" Dean was talking now. What does Taylor have to do with the demon? This is all too much. I need to stop being so, sensitive. I need to learn to protect my self. I guess learning how to fight is the first thing. Taylor, can fight. Well, at the most part. We would have been okay at the roadhouse, but the sleep deprivation and battered knuckles didn't help. My eye's flicker to Taylor. She has a frown on her face. Her lips were moving, but no words were coming out. Her eyes open wide. They were glazed, and blood shot. I give her a concerned a look, she just smiles her famous crooked smile. "Are you okay?" I mouthed. "Perfect." She mouthed back. "Teach me how to fight." I mouthed. "Fight?" She whispered. "Yes." I whispered back. "Why?" She whispered confused. "So, I can protect myself." I whispered. "Okay." She whispered. "Okay? I figured you would have freaked out." I replied still whispering. "You know ladies, I am all for the best friend thing, but would you like to share with the group." Dean was looking at us through the mirror. "Ari and I are going to sit this one out." Taylor said sitting up in her seat. "Really?" Sam said turning around towards us. "Yeah, I am not exactly in the best condition. Plus, we need girl time." She replied looking at me with a sly grin. "Sure." Dean said turning up the dial on the old radio. 

    We arrived at the motel. It was daylight outside.  "Okay, we are going to check on the case, talk to some people, and you cannot leave. Deal?" Dean said pointing to Taylor and I. "Deal." Taylor responded. Dean raised an eyebrow. "You are being strangely cooperative." He said sounding suspicious. "Dude, I have been punched, sliced, and let's not forget that Ari was molested." She replied. Sam stiffened looking angry. "Fair enough." Dean said pulling on his leather jacket. "Bye, Sam. Please be careful." I said getting up hugging him. "Bye, Aria. I will." He replied. I heard gagging noises to see Taylor pretending to throw up. Sam smiled. Taylor stopped, and gave him a thumbs up. Dean then left, Sam following him. "Ok, let's go." Taylor said grabbing her jacket. "Where are we going?" I asked. "You wanted to learn how to fight. Right?" She asked shoving her gun in the waistband of her pants. "Yeah, but where are we going to go?" I replied. "Uh, I don't know yet. I am sure they have a place somewhere." Taylor said. "Should I change clothes?" I had put on some fresh clothes. So, had Taylor. "You are not going to have the chance to change clothes on the field." She said with gesturing to her outfit. "Okay." I grabbed my cardigan throwing it on over my tanktop button up. She got the key off the table, stuffing it in her pocket. Then laced up her combat boot. I slipped on my vans. "You ready?" She said opening the door. "Yeah." I replied. Going out I follow, then She locks the door again. The click of her shoes on the metal walkway was all the noise heard besides the ocassional car, or woodland animal. 
           

         After finding a large farm, five minutes  away from the hotel Taylor said 'There should be a field around'. Sure enough, a field was close by. "Now, since you are on the taller side. Don't get close to your opponent. You can stand farther away since your limbs are longer. Never tuck you thumb in your fist. That is unless you want to break it." She said grabbing my fist untucking my hand. "So, like this?" I said holding up my fist. "Yes. I think you should fight defensively. Especially with your experience. If, you find yourself getting punched which will happen. Clench your teeth. It will slightly lessen the impact to the face, and reduce your chance of a broken jaw. Next. I know this sounds stupid, but lean into the punch. This will give your opponent less momentum." She said getting into a stance which I copied. "Good, now when you punch keep your elbows bent like this." She said showing my the angle of them. "So, now what?" I asked. "Now, when you go for a straight punch put your weight into your shoulder, and this will give you more force in the hit." She said punching into the air. I tried which ended up with a futile, stiff, and strange looking punch. "Keep your body loose. Sort of bounce to move. Like in small steps, and always keep your hand in front of you face. If they go for a stomach punch tighten the muscles, but don't suck in this keeps your internal organs safe." I get into the stance. She walks over near a tree, and picks up some small tiny pebbles. "What are you doing?" She gives me a smile. "A little game I like to call 'Dodge The Pebble'." She then threw a pebble it hit me in the arm. "Ow!" I said. "If you don't want to be hit move." She then throws more I effectively dodge most. "See what happens when you put your mind to it." She was smiling proudly. "I did it!" I did a victory dance in which she let out a laugh. "Let's spar." She said. "What is that?" I asked embarrassed. "It means to practice fighting by having a partner to fight with. I am your partner." She grinned. "Uh, are you sure about that?" I asked. "Yeah, I am totes cool with it." 
  

         We lined up she walked me through the first three matches. I was sweating slightly and so was she, to the point of hanging the leather jacket on a tree limb with her gun setting beside it. "Now, for real this time." She said wiping her forehead. Even though the wind was blowing slightly it the bright sun didn't let up. She took a swipe towards my face. I jump out of the way faster. Remembering I step back away from her. I land a kick on her hip. She makes the next move, punching towards my stomach. I clench the muscles only leaving the sting of the initial hit.  I kick out at her ankle tripping her landing on the ground with a thud. "Oh my gosh, are you alright?" I ask. She groans lifting up a thumb. "Good job!" She got up offering me a high five. I go for the high five, but she grabs my wrist pinning it between my shoulder blades. "Never trust." She said letting go. "I thought we were done." I said disappointed at myself. "We are done now. Anymore and we will be bruised head to toe." She said going over to the small tree, throwing the leather jacket over her shoulder and putting the gun in her waistband. "Let's go back the boys might already be there." She said looking at her phone. "That will not end well." I replied.