A Terrible Shot
"Oh, Boris, I don't know. I told you, I haven't shot one of these things in years and even then, it was pathetic."
"But, see, that was years ago. These babies can be tough for kids to handle. Now, you're a confident, strong woman. Here, I'll show you once more." Boris picked up the bow and arrow, eyeing the backyard target he'd set up for their date. "The key is not to rush it. Breath in and pull straight back, keeping your hand to your ear. Eye the target. Breathe out and release." He let the arrow fly, sending it dead into the bullseye.
She laughed. "Well, that doesn't seem so hard, then."
"You've got this, Doris," He said, smiling encouragingly and handing her the bow.
"Alrighty. Bow up…" She heard him laughing and she demanded, "What?!"
"Uh, baby. Aren't you forgetting something?" He playfully held up an arrow.
"I was just testing it out," Doris defended, taking the arrow. After fumbling with notching the arrow, she shakily pulled the bow up.
Boris took a moment to steady her arms as she found her position. "Good, now breath in, pull back, breathe out and let go."
Doris struggled to pull the arrow back on the tight string. She still lacked the strength as she had years ago with her father. But, she was determined. She pulled it back, shakily struggling to maintain her aim under the tension of the bow. She lost control just as she released, pulling her aim way off to the side and watching the arrow fly over the fence across the street.
"Oops!" She put a hand to her face and hit Boris, who was just laughing hysterically. "Where do you think that went? I told you I was a terrible shot!"
"Maybe it's the real deal…?" Sam said as they walked past the two men trying to get a piano inside.
"I don't know, it all seems a little to X-" Dean was saying, when suddenly he let out a grunt and was lying flat on his back. It took Sam a moment to register the arrow in his chest.
Sam whipped his head around as he went to his brother, again. Where the hell had that…?!
HEAT OF THE MOMENT!