Chapter Two
I led the boys to the basement door and flipped a set of switches next to it. I threw the door open and began to walk down the stairs. I got about halfway down before I realized there was no one behind me. I looked up at the two idiots who stood at the top of the stairs, "Anytime today ladies?" I smirked and continued down into my training room.
"What is this place?" Sam asked as soon as he was able to see the vast space occupied by numerous weight benches, a shooting range, and a wall of weapons.
"We were all required to master an art form before we were allowed to be initiated into the coven. I chose archery." I smirked as I picked up my baby. It was an electric green genesis 30-pound draw compound bow custom made and strung. "It's not the only weapon I learned to handle. I'm mediocre with a gun, I learned swordsmanship, knife throwing, and some hand to hand, mostly I just like to hit things." I smiled at them.
"This is badass!" Dean exclaimed while wielding a Japanese katana sword.
"I know right! I have a field day down here! We have to go out back and shoot, if it's anything but arrows because Aunt Tabby gets pissed when I break things."
"I take it you break things a lot then?" Sam asked as he poured over the vast collection of weapons.
"Yeah, I have perfect aim with a bow. I hit the target every time, but with a gun, that's a different story."
"We'll have to work on that then." He replied absentmindedly while turning a jeweled dagger over in his hands. "Where'd you get this?"
"From a little ol' hoodoo priestess down on the Louisiana Bayou, it's only slightly cursed."
"Oh." He said as he hastily put it down.
"Yep," I grabbed a quiver full of arrows and set up close to one of my targets.
"Alright Red, let's see what you've got." Dean clapped his hands together and turned to watch me.
I take my stance; my right foot in front, the left one in the back. I have my right hand on the bow and three fingers from my left hand on the string; I grab an arrow from the quiver. The arrow slides home on the nocking-point, I pull the string back and take a deep breath. I look down my arrow and find the middle of the bulls eye, I line the tip of the arrow up with that point, take another deep breath in, and let the arrow fly.
"Thwack." The arrow hit home, in dead center.
"Damn. That's some aim you've got." Dean walked up to the target and appraised my hit. The arrow was deeply imbedded in the target, it was a clean shot.
"Watch this." I told them as I loaded another arrow; I pulled back, closed my eyes and let the arrow fly. It was another hit. Upon closer inspection my second arrow was so spot-on, that in fact it had split the first down the middle.
"Holy shit Red. You're good. Can you do the same thing with any other weapon?" Dean asked.
"Just knives," I responded as I grabbed the closest knife and flung it at the target. It hit the center
"Can you shoot a gun?" He asked.
"Not very well; I have trouble finding my groove, so to speak. With an arrow or knife it's the same every time, but with a gun, I don't know, it just doesn't seem to work." I shrugged my shoulders.
Sam picked up a box of ammo off the shelf and a .38 special. "We'll start with the basics then. Take it apart, clean it, and load it. In order to shoot a gun, you've got to get to know it first."
"Yeah, know your gun backwards, forwards, and inside out." Dean added helpfully.
"Okay." I grabbed the gun and box from Sam and a cleaning kit from a shelf and did as he said. I found myself relaxing into the task as I broke the gun down, cleaned the individual pieces and put it back together, and after I did that I loaded it. "Okay guys, let's do this shit." I said as I slid the clip into place.
This is the first Supernatural Fic I've ever done so feel free to point out any mistakes, errors, etc. I'm having a lot of fun with Dean's 'One-Liners'. ^_^ I'm actually an archer in real life so I drew on personal experience. I've never thrown a knife before so I kinda winged it on that one. I've never shot any gun except for a rifle and assorted paintball guns, so I know nothing about that sort of thing. I know when I was littler my Papaw had a .38 special and it was a handgun so I just sorta stuck it in there.