The Angel and The Righteous Man {Destiel- DeanxCastiel}

Chapter 5: Angels and guns

I was just finishing up in the bunkers firing range when Cas rounded the corner. I let my eyes wander over his trench coat covered frame. Always so many layers, always the same outfit. I don't think I would recognize him without that tan trench coat hanging from his shoulders. I found myself wondering what he looked like without all of those layers... then stopped myself. That's not normal man.

"What are you looking at me like that for, Dean?" Cas interrupted my thoughts, and I realized I had been gawking at him again. I quickly moved my gaze back to the gun in my hand.

I cleared the thick saliva out of my throat, "No reason." I answered quickly.

I turned to look at him again, thinking. Maybe I should finally teach this fool angel how to operate a firearm. "Wanna learn how to shoot a gun, Cas? I think it's about time I teach you a few things."

Cas slowly approached the firing line, coming to stand next to me. "If you think it's necessary, Dean. Although I don't see the need, my angel 'mojo' works just fine. Why would I have use of a gun?" He asked seriously, emphasizing mojo because he was using my word for his powers.

"You know just as well as I do that sometimes that isn't true..." I trailed off, not wanting to upset him.

Cas scowled at me, but finally nodded agreement. "Fine."

I grinned excitedly, "Okay, come closer. I'll show you the parts of the gun and how it works first." I set my favourite pistol on the bench in front of me, pulling Cas a little closer.

"Now this, is a Colt M1911A1, and it's by far my favourite. The bullets go into a magazine, which goes in here." I explained, flicking the magazine out and showing Cas the bullets before clicking it back into the gun. "Always point the gun away from you, and don't just wave it around. Just remember it's a dangerous weapon that can kill, so don't let it point anywhere you wouldn't want a bullet."

I quickly explained the rest of the components of the gun, listing off the barrel, the hammer, the trigger, the sight and the safety. I pointed to the corresponding parts and ensured that Cas was retaining what I was saying. "Now you," I said, gesturing towards the firearm.

Cas gingerly picked it up, facing the barrel down range. "Good," I nodded. He listed all of the parts correctly, looking at me to make sure between each. I nodded along, letting him know he was right. His concentration face was cute. We went over the motions of firing the gun, leaving the magazine full of bullets on the bench for the time being.

"Alright, I think you're ready to try shooting it," I said with excitement. Cas looked up at me nervously. "Trust me," I said with a wink and a smirk.

Cas nodded, but didn't move. I sighed, grabbing his shoulders and moving him to stand in front of the firing line, facing down range again. I took my place behind him. He still had the gun in his hands, so I handed him the full mag and gestured for him to load the gun.

"Now this is no hair trigger, you'll have to use a fair amount of pressure to fire. But what do we start with?" I asked slowly, putting my hands on his. I guided his right hand so that he was holding the gun, with his finger laid straight down the side. Next, I brought his left hand up to cup the bottom of the gun and his other hand. Our arms were held out from our bodies with the gun trained on the target.

I was standing pressed up against his back, feeling his hard back muscles under the layers of clothing. My head was over his right shoulder, leaving my face barely an inch from his. I felt his soft, raven hair tickle my cheek as I whispered, "What's next, Cas?" I heard him gulp, and he shifted a little in my arms.

He let out a shaky breath, "We turn the safety off," click. "We pull the hammer back," click. "And we put our finger on the trigger... then we aim and..."

"Fire." I whispered against his cheek again. He shivered, and pulled the trigger.

The gun went off, sending the bullet flying to the other end of the range. The recoil from the shot caused Cas to jerk back into me further. He stood there for a moment, leaning into my chest and breathing heavily. He turned his head to look up at me. "Did I hit it?" He asked, a little breathless. There was a sparkle in his eyes that I hadn't noticed before. They were such a beautiful blue, framed by his long dark lashes.

I tore my gaze away from those deep blue pools, looking at the target. I gave a little chuckle. He had hit it, but no where near the bullseye. I looked back down at him, still in my arms. "You did! But barely. Practice makes perfect," I sang as I gently pushed him off of me to line up his shot again.

I was whispering against his cheek again, "This time concentrate. Look down the sight, and slowly exhale as you squeeze the trigger."

He nodded, lining up his shot. I let my hands fall to my sides, still staying close to his back so I was ready to catch him from the recoil. He slowly let his breath leave his body, and pulled the trigger. I looked down to the target as he stumbled into me again. A perfect bullseye. Pffft.

"You used your angel mojo to line that up, didn't you?" I asked suspiciously, eyeing up the shorter man in my arms.

He turned in my arms and grinned up at me, "Of course. What's the point if I can't use it?" His face was only inches from mine again, with my arms around his waist. Having him this close made me realize he was nearly the same height as me, only an inch or two shorter. The angel had always seemed larger than life, I mean, angel! I smiled a little, still lost in those eyes.

There were footsteps in the hall as someone approached the room, but neither of us heard it. Sam came bustling in with a, "Hey guys, so get this-" he stopped when he took in the scene in front of him.

I immediately dropped my arms and took a little step back from Cas. He had humour in his mischievous eyes as he asked, "Whatcha doin' Dean?"

I plastered a smirk on my face, "Finally teaching the angel how to shoot. I must be one helluva teacher... he got bullseye on his second shot." I said proudly.

"Ha! Yeah, probably more thanks to his angel mojo and less your teaching," Sam laughed.

"Dean is a great teacher," Cas defended. "But I did use my 'mojo' for the second shot," He admitted with a shrug.

"Anyways! What's up Sam, did you find a case?" I asked excitedly. We had been in the bunker for almost a week without a sign. I was itching to go on a hunt. Too much domestic life for me... and I was a little confused about my thoughts about Cas lately. I needed fresh air and adrenaline.

Sam's face changed to one of excitement as he stated, "I think so! Torrington, Connecticut. Looks like a witches work to me. Three people have been killed via their hearts ripped out. But get this. The people they were with before it happened said that the victims were seeing who they loved most." He paused. "The first women was seeing her secretary, much to her husbands embarrassment. The second victim, a man, was seeing his high school sweetheart. And the most recent victim was seeing his best friend, even though his girlfriend was sitting right there. I guess that's one way to come out of the closet," he snorted.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's get outta here!" I said, starting down the hall, a new pep in my step.

"Dean!" They called after me. I paused and turned to face them.

"Maybe we should get a good nights sleep first? I'm sure it can wait until tomorrow," Sam said with a yawn, covering his mouth.

"Sam's right Dean, you need your rest first," Cas chimed in.

I sighed in defeat. "Alright, fine! But bright and early, you get your asses up into the Impala!" I said sternly. I headed down the hall, surprised with how ready I was for bed.

I made it to my room, kicking my pants off as I headed for the bed. I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor, sighing with contentment as my head hit the pillow.