Phoenix

A Prayer's Fleet

"Balthazar gave you these. Balthazar, the archangel." Jack questioned. His voice was more high pitched as if he didn't believe it, but he should. This isn't something I would laugh about.

The bow and arrow sat by my side. I still didn't know what i was gonna do with them. I never touched a weapon before. I don't even know how to use this one. Yet, I clutched them in my hand. A non-consciousness decision. If it wasn't for the blade digging into to skin, I would've known it was there.

"Are you sure you were in Heaven?" Sam asked. "As far as we know, Balthazar is dead. Cas killed him, and in the alternate universe, Jack killed him." The concerned looked on his face made him look more like a parent. I've only known them for about 2 weeks, and they are already acting like parents. I wonder if they did this to everyone.
Or just the people that could potentially be a monster.

"I don't know. He said he was and that he had the key of Heaven's Weaponry." I replied. Dean sighed and looked down towards the floor.

"Well, you might as well use them." Dean said. "What?" Sam and Jack said in unison. They both rose from their chair and looked Dean in the eye. "No. We don't know where she got them from." Sam said. "Yeah, I agree with Sam," Jack added.

"Well, it's better than letting her use her actual powers." Dean replied with a frown. He pushed passed Sam and Jack. "I second that thought," I said to him. He smiled a little before talking again. "Let's go teach you how to be a Hunter." He said. I nodded.

I was ready. Finally.

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Sam and Jack watched as Dean pulled the targets to their spots. We were in the bunker still. We were in the shooting range area. I guess you can call it that.

"Ok. First lesson," Dean was out of breath already. "Breathing." He breathes out. He shot a quick smile my way before picking up his gun. "If you are stiff with the aiming, you're gonna miss your target. If you miss the target, you are wasting time." He said.

"So, pick up your weapon." I did so. I placed the bow in my left hand and the arrow in my right. "No, just the bow." I sat the arrow back down. "Ok. What's next?" I asked.

"Pull back the bowstring and stay there," Dean mumbled. I swallowed and pulled it back. I was tensed. I could feel myself breaking down from the amount of stress as the moment played. "Now breathe. Being tensed while shooting is like I mentioned earlier. Not the best idea."

I breathed in and out. Counting to 5 with every breath and out. I felt my shoulders relaxed, and my fingers pulled the string a little more.

"In and out," Dean said. The gun was still in his hand. He was pointing the gun towards a larger target than mine. The shooting range had been used before. It was easy to tell, but the way those targets look, I figured this place has been passed down to people for years.

"Ok. Next lesson. Shooting," Dean grinned. "Shooting is the easier part of this whole situation. You just point, aim and shoot." Dean said.

Sam huffed. I told to look at him. He was nervous, clearly, but maybe angry. He looked angry. His eyebrows narrowed and eyes darted from me to Dean. Yet, I didn't understand it. I would've thought that Sam would be relieved that I didn't have to use my powers, but I guess it made him more worried. I figured there was no line between good or bad when it came to me and Sam. To him, I guess I was just falling down the Bad side.

Does that make sense?

"Point," I breathed out as I pointed the tip of the arrow towards a target. "Aim," I breathed in. The air hitting my lunch is almost made me vomit. This was causing too much pressure. "Shoot." I drew back the string and breathed out again. I closed my eyes and let the arrow slip between my fingers. By the time I opened my eyes, I had fired the arrow, but it was not the same arrow.