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Age 10
"Come on De!" Alek said, skidding to a halt in front of the older boy. Dean smiled down at her, and the emerald orbs still made Alek feel like he could see into her soul. "You promised you'd teach me how to shoot the .38 today!"
Dean wiped the grease off his hands. It was summer and he was helping Bobby around the salvage yard, already good enough with cars to be trusted to do some repairs on his own. When his little brother and Alek didn't distract him. They had lived with the aging hunter since just after Alek had come to be with them. John thought that Bobby's house would be better for them than constantly being on the road. "Are you sure you want to Alek?" Dean asked, ruffling her hair. "You're kind of tiny still. Maybe we should wait until you grow some more."
"Deeeaaaan!" Alek whined, pushing his hand off her head. "You promised! And Sammy went with Bobby to the library, so now's the perfect time. This way he can't get mad at you for teaching me!"
"Sammy or Bobby?"
Alek rolled her eyes. "Either. I'm 10 and they're already trying to push me into some apple pie life. Blech!"
Dean laughed and grabbed the .38 and a box of bullets from a shelf in the garage. "You know, maybe an apple pie life wouldn't be so bad kiddo."
"Do you want one De?" Alek asked, skipping along beside him as they made their way to the range Bobby had set up in his backyard.
Dean laughed. "You mean a white picket fence in suburbia with a wife and 2.5 kids? Hell no. But that doesn't mean you can't have it Alek."
Alek scrunched up her face. "But I don't want it! I want to be a hunter like Bobby and Jon and you. Sammy can have the apple pie bologna."
"Sure Alek. Now look, this is chamber…"