A Case, a Gun, and a Car Ride With Winchesters

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Chapter Two written by yours truly. Special thanks to AbbyStaffyIsGeek for writing this book with me.

Jack's POV:
"Claire called, she needs our help on a case" Dean says, coming up the steps into the main room of the bunker."What's going on?" Sam asks closing the book he was reading. I looked up from my computer and clicked pause on the video I was watching. "Who's Claire?" I ask looking back and forth between Sam and Dean quizzically. "She's in Texas hunting a trickster. A real trickster this time, not Gabriel" Dean says answering Sam's question but ignoring mine. "If we leave within the next couple hours we could be there by nightfall" he continues and Sam nods. "Got it, I will make sure to pack a stake, someone lost our spare one" Sam says with emphasis. "What? she was into role play!" Dean says defensively. "Uh huh, I know "he says standing up and rolling his eyes, I watched the conversation in front of me, confused about what they were talking about. "I am going to teach Jack how to use a gun before we go" he says putting his book away,"As if he needed more ways to kill us" Dean says looking at me. "Dean, please. I am just training him how to protect himself." Sam says coming to my defense. "Whatever" Dean says dismissively walking away. "Why doesn't he understand? I don't want to hurt people." I say looking at Sam. He sighs and shakes his head. "It's hard to explain, he'll come around eventually. Get packed and meet me in the range in twenty minutes" he says, following his brother.

"Now, the important thing to remember is that you are in control of the gun, the gun is not in control of you" Sam says his gun resting in his hands. "This is a Smith & Wesson 4505, I usually use it but for training purposes so it should be okay" he says handing it to me. I pick it up and look at it curiously, I knew a little bit about how to use one from watching Dean so I pointed it at the target positioned at the opposite side of the range and pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. "You need to disengage the safety" Sam says chuckling. "Now look through the sight and aim for center mass" he continued. "Center mass?" I ask looking up at him. He's really tall. "Center of the body, the chest area. Hit anything center mass and its guaranteed to at least slow them down" he says stepping back. I flip off the safety and aim, pulling the trigger. CRACK! The loud sound startles me as the gun in my hand pushes back and the bullet hits the target. "That was pretty good for your first time" Sam says looking across at the target. I set the gun down and look, there was a small round hole by the left shoulder. Not very far from where I was aiming. "I hit the target!" I say excitedly. "Yeah, you did" Sam says, smiling at me. I pick the gun up again, aim, turn off safety, pull the trigger. Crack! I was expecting the slight kickback this time and held steady. I looked at the target, the bullet had hit the heart. "'Great shot, you're a natural. I didn't even hit the target my first time with a gun" Sam says nodding. "Do you really think I can do it? Open a portal to another world?" I say looking at him. "I do, yeah. I think that with your powers you can do a lot of good in this world. Like I tried to do" he says methodically. I aim at the target, shooting off three consecutive shots. They all land near the heart. "Jack, no matter what Dean says. You are going to do a lot of good in this world"

"Will a gun kill a trickster?" I ask Dean later that day while in the Impala, he was driving and Sam was sleeping in the front seat. "No" he says abruptly and I lean forward, more curious than ever. "What is a trickster?" I ask and Dean sighs. "A trickster is basically a pagan god. Its powerful and uses its powers to trick people before killing them. A trickster is rare to find, they are notoriously good at disguising the murders. Sam and I, we have never faced a trickster before. We fought and angel who was in disguise as a trickster once but not a trickster" he says in an empty voice. "So what does kill them?" I ask, tilting my head. "A lightsaber, takes the head clean off, only thing that works" he says a slight smile on his face. "Really!" I say happily, "No, I was joking. You need a wooden stake dipped in the blood of its victim" he says looking back at me in the rearview mirror. My smile falters, " You're just like Cas" Dean says rolling his eyes. I smile again at the compliment, Dean never complimented me. "What was he like? My father" I ask but I immediately know it was the wrong thing to do. "No, you don't get to talk about Cas! It's your fault he's dead. So you don't get to talk about him" he says gruffly, his hands clenching on the wheel of the car. I scoot back as far away from Dean as I could wishing I had control over my powers and could teleport away.

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