When she makes another shot, Dean exhales - apparently, he was the one who needed reminding about breathing. He covers his nerves by dropping a kiss onto her lips. He pulls back, beaming down at her.

"Well, you have a great teacher." He wraps his arms around her, careful of the gun. "Want to try something more advanced?" He waggles his eyebrows suggestively, though he is really just planning on taking her a few more paces away from the targets.