•Smile Time• Supernatural Preferences

•Teaching You To Shoot•

Dean: "Can you hold the god damn gun steady?" He shouted growing increasingly more annoyed. You tried your best to steady your hands and calm your fiery nerves but to no avail. Your hand shook before you had the chance to take a single shot. Your hands fell and you looked to him for reassurance your embarrassed eyes trying to meet with his. He was facing the wall, unable to even look at how bad you were holding the gun. He pinched the bridge of his nose jutting out a breathy sigh. "Just...Take a deep breath." You weren't sure if he was talking to himself or instructing you. You took a large breath anyway. "Sorry, I'm just-" You were cut off by Dean. "Nervous, yeah I get that." He paced back and forth behind you as you steady your aim. You rolled your eyes. You raised the gun and squinted an eye to take aim. Your hands shook violently again in fear of him yelling at you for how bad you are. A sudden surge of determination raced through your entire body and adrenaline forced itself into your veins . "You know what-" You planted a perfect bullseye in the middle of the paper targets torso. In a span of ten seconds you shot three more. One landing in the torso, one in the head, and the last was comedically planted directly  in the groin. "You're an ass sometimes." You set the empty gun on the counter storming out of the room. Utterly taken away by your sudden increased performance Dean snickers to himself. "That's my girl." He shakes his head and trails after you.

Sam: "Don't worry, a hand gun doesn't have as much kick as a rifle." Sam steadied your aim a bit and ordered you to fire when you were ready. You planted a few pellets into the tree and reloaded the weapon. "Not bad." He did that thing that he did when he lied, where his lips curl in lightly and his eyes squint the slightest bit. You knew you were doing terrible so your face was burning a bright cherry red. His body came closer to yours, his fingers overlapping your hand as he repositions the gun. His cheek comes into close contact with yours as he glares down the sight. "You're really far left, make sure you don't overcompensate." He took once shot and it hit its target dead on. For a few moments he stood proud until his eyes met the sight of your rosy red cheeks. "O-oh sorry, I didn't mean to invade your personal bubble..." He rubbed the nape of his neck, clearly feeling embarrassed about the whole ordeal. You hand the gun down to the ground and rub his shoulder reassuringly. "Hey, listen, I'm more embarrassed about my horrible shot..." You smiled at him lightheartedly. He gave you a bright cheeky smile and went on to instructing you all about firearm safety.

Cas: He stares at you blankly for a moment running over the question you just asked. A puzzled look plastered on his rugged features. His bright inhumanly blue eyes sink deep into yours after a minute or two of thinking. He cocks his head to the side and gives you a frown. "You....want me....to teach you....to shoot?" He stammered over the words giving you another odd look. Your hand found the back of your neck and your face burned with embarrassment. "Er, yeah, uh, g-guess you're not the one I should ask about that kinda stuff huh? Heh, sorry cas...." You suddenly remembered that Castiel doesn't like guns all that much, and wouldn't be the best to teach you how to shoot. But he was happy to teach you everything he knows about his angle blade.  

Crowley: "Listen doll, I don't do guns alright?" He gave you a lazy half grin watching as you shoved the pistol back into its latch. His eyes flickered up at you as you tossed around ideas. You knew it was a bad idea to come to Crowley, he wasn't exactly the most reliable source. Just as you're about to leave he traces for your forearm and tugs you closer to him. You can feel the warm body heat radiating off of him. He smelt rather strongly of vodka and coffee. "What I can do for you, is teach you how to close a deal." He gave you a wink and in an instant found himself inches from your ear. "Step one." He breathed, his fresh warm breath tickling you ear. Your stomach erupted into a bubbling mess and all your nerves bundled up. Your legs shook as they quickly became A graveyard for your now stopped heart. "Know your client." Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to come to Crowley.

Gabriel: "Psh, I can't shoot!" He laughed halfheartedly tossing a dart into the board. You roll your eyes knowing that's not true and he can shoot perfectly well. "But-" You started but he very swiftly cut you off. "Unless we're talking about yours-" he paused to give your entire body a one over. "No buts honey." He gave you a flirty wink before planning another dart into the wall. Gabe doesn't really have time to teach you how to shoot. He doesn't really have time to teach you anything, much less the patience.