Learning how to shoot.

[inthis_together]

Haley wakes up and reaches over to the other side of the bed which comes up empty, still warm though so Dean could not have been up for long. Gently sitting up she looks around to see that her best friend is still asleep in the motel bed next to hers and Deans. With a quick smile Haley sits at the edge of the bed; her hands running through her hair before tying it into a bun at the top of her head; putting on her dressing gown and slippers.

Making her way to the 'lounge' she finds Dean sat at the couch, dissembling his gun. She'll watch him for a few minutes unable to get over the amount of quickness and efficiency it involves, the gun is placed safely down on a nearby table before she approaches him. She does so with little noise but enough for Dean to realise her presence.

"Will you teach me? How to shoot, I mean?" The words are mumbled as she presses a kiss to the side of his temple, giving his shoulders a rub.

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[officerzeppelin]

Dean hears her well before she's beside him, his spidey-sense a skill he's developed over the years to keep him and his brother safe. He reaches up to touch her arm, closing his eyes and groaning gratefully as she tends his sore muscles.

"You got it, Hay." He looks up at her, smiling. "I'm a terrific teacher, you know." And it wasn't a complete exaggeration - he'd taught Sam and a few others the basics. Sometimes he did lack patience, but he figured he'd be able to keep his temper in check for Haley.