E/O Challenge: trap
Word Count: 200 (A double drabble)
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: Dean gets a little time to himself.
A/N: Here's something you may not know about me: I'm an avid skeet shooter, also known as 'trap shooting'. If you are unfamiliar, there are many videos on youtube. Thanks for the great prompt word, Enkidu!
Range of Motion
Dean stepped onto the trap range, pulling and releasing the pump-action of the shotgun in his hand. The air was Autumn-crisp, and he turned up the collar on his leather coat, then fingered the rounds in his pocket. Sammy was eyeballs-deep in a book back at the motel, and Dean, spying the sign for this place on their ride into town, had managed an excuse to get here.
"Pull!" he shouted.
The clay pigeon came sailing out from behind the blind, wobbling at an awkward angle. In an easy, practiced motion, the hunter raised the gun's stock to the hollow in his shoulder. With more instinct than aim, he fired, and the target disintegrated mid-air.
"Nice shot," the man in the next stand murmured. Dean nodded his thanks. They traded targets as the afternoon faded, going shot for shot. The range master waved them off when it became almost too dark to see.
Dean turned to leave, but the other man touched his shoulder gently.
"Wher'ja learn to shoot like that, son?" he asked.
Dean turned his head to hide his smile.
"It's easy to shoot things when they're not tryin' to kill you," he replied.
Note: I have begun to reposted the new and improved, "The White Demon," I hope you stop by and give it a read and a review.