Disclaimer: Not mine, no matter how much I wish...
Challenge word: Shot
Word Count: 100 (go me!)
A/N: wee!Chester. I'm thinking Dean is about 10 here. Please review!
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Target Practice
Thwack! Dean grimaced as the bullet missed, hitting a tree further behind the cans he'd shot at.
He looked up at his father, dreading the disappointment in his eyes.
"Sorry Dad," Dean looked away, down to his scuffed sneakers.
"Don't be sorry Dean, you just need to concentrate. When I leave you and Sammy alone, you need to be able to protect him."
"Yessir."
Dean's brow furrowed, concentrating as he tried to remember his father's shooting lessons.
Protect Sammy he thought as he squeezed the trigger.
PING! The can flew off the fence and into the air.
"That's my boy."