"Kara, focus." John said, standing beside his daughter. It was the middle of June and they'd been at Bobby's for two weeks, teaching Kara how to use the weapons. She so far got used to fighting and using the machetes and the small sword John had in the back of the Impala, but she still had yet to get used to guns so John had started her using a bow and arrow.

"I am focusing." Kara said, aiming the arrow toward the bulls eye fifteen feet away.

"You need to learn this skill before I give you a gun." John told her.

"I know." Kara said, releasing the arrow which flew through the air and landed a centimeter from the center.

"Good, do it again." John said, handing her another arrow. Kara sighed and positioned it in the bow. "You're the one who wanted to learn." John reminded her.

"Don't remind me." Kara muttered under her breath and released the arrow again, this time making it in the center.

"Nice shot carebear." Dean smiled, walking over to them with Sam beside him.

"Thanks Dean." Kara said, smiling happily.

"Do it again." John said, handing her another arrow.

"Come on, it's almost nine." Kara complained as it started getting darker outside.

"Just a few more." John said. Kara nodded and took aim and released the arrow which made it to the center again. John handed her another arrow and she repeated the same steps about six more times, each time ending with the same result. When John was satisfied with her results, he told her she was done for the night. Kara smiled and ran over to her brothers and walked into the house to go get some dinner.


The next day, John had handed her a gun and all Kara could do for a few minutes was look at it until John led her over to another area of Bobby's house where he set up bottles on a wooden post.

"Your kidding." Kara said, looking at the twenty bottles sitting twenty feet in front of her.

"Kara." John started.

"Fine." Kara said, lifting the gun and aiming it at the bottles.

After an hour and thirty bullets later, Kara had only managed to hit fifteen bottles.

"Kara, focus." John said, repeating the same phrase for days.

"I am focusing." Kara argued again. She picked up the gun again and aimed at the bottle on the far left. She pulled the trigger and she watched as the bottle fell from the post it was on. Twenty minutes later, Kara had managed to hit the last four which was hard because they were extremely small. Once she hit them, John decided she could take a break. She smiled and walked back into the house and into the kitchen where Sam and Dean were sitting.

"Have fun?" Dean asked. Kara grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge before sitting next to him.

"My hand hurts." Kara complained, holding her right hand.

"It will the first couple times." Dean told her.

"Perfect." Kara said, taking a large sip from the bottle.

"How long you got?" Sam asked.

"Fifteen minutes." Kara said, putting her head down on the table.

"What are you doing next?" Kara asked.

"He's teaching me more hand to hand stuff." Kara said, wanting nothing more than to just go to her room and lay down.

"Have fun." Dean said, smirking. Kara just groaned, causing Dean to smile more and ruffle her hair.

"Can I just take a nap." Kara asked.

"Kara." John called from outside.

"You think he'll let me stay if he thinks I'm sleeping?" Kara asked hopeful.

"Not a chance shorty." Sam said, smiling.

"Thanks a lot." Kara pulled herself out of her chair and walked back outside.


When Kara finally walked back into the house eight o'clock that night, she was sore and tired.

"What happened?" Dean asked.

"Dad had Bobby's cousin come over. She's like twelve or something but she's known about this stuff forever so he had her help me learn to fight. Apparently I suck." Kara said, walking to their room and falling down on her bed.

"You're just new at this." Dean said, putting his hand on her back comfortingly.

"No, I just suck." Kara said, talking into her pillow. "Now all I wanna do is go to bed." Kara said, shifting a little so she was more comfortable.

"Don't you want any ice cream?" Dean asked but Kara was already fast asleep. Dean smiled and left her alone, making his way for the kitchen.

"She didn't want the ice cream?" Sam asked, shocked.

"She fell asleep." Dean said, sitting down beside his brother.

"Really?" Sam asked, looking over at him.

"Yeah, the training Dad's having her do is really tiring her out." Dean nodded.

"You think she's gonna be okay?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, she's tough." Dean smiled.


The next two weeks flew by quickly and they were both very tiring for Kara. Most days John had Bobby's cousin Tara teach her how to fight, the other days John had Kara using guns and the bow and arrow. Sometimes Dean and Sam would come out to watch and give little pointers to help her, which started to get on Kara's nerves after a while even though she knew they only wanted to help.

"You okay?" Dean asked when Kara walked into the house late one night.

"No." Kara complained, sitting down at the kitchen table, holding the side of her face.

"What happened?" Dean asked when he noticed blood on her face.

"Dad told me to run, you know, to get in shape. So I did and I cut myself on a tree branch." Kara said as Dean lowered her hand to take a better look.

"How did you cut your cheek on a branch?" Dean asked curiously.

"I ran where dad told me to and I tried to avoid it but that didn't happen too well." Kara told him. Dean moved to get a first aid kit from under the sink and walked back over to her.

"I'm gonna clean this for you, okay." Dean said, opening the box. Kara gave a small nod as Dean took out a band aid a bottle, along with a small cotton ball. He poured the liquid on the cotton ball and moved it close to her face. "This is gonna hurt, okay." Dean told her. Kara just gave a weak nod. Dean started cleaning the cut and Kara took hold of Dean's free arm and squeezed it as her cut started burning. When Dean finished and moved to put the band aid on, Kara let go of his arm and saw that he had little cuts and blood seeping from the small wounds that her fingernails made.

"Thanks." Kara said before looking at his arm. "Sorry Dean."

"It's not that bad." Dean said, looking down at his arm. "Hey, lets go watch some t.v." Dean stood up and looked toward the living room.

"'k." Kara nodded, getting up and following him. They turned on the t.v. and saw the cable was out.

"Movie?" Dean asked.

"Okay." Kara nodded. She walked over to him and looked through the movies Bobby had before pulling out A Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy's Revenge.

"You sure? You had nightmares about the last one." Dean looked down at her, making sure she wanted to watch it.

"It's not real, right." Kara asked. Dean nodded and put in the movie before pressing play and moving over to the small couch with Kara. After two thirds of the movie, Kara and Dean both fell asleep on the couch, the movie still playing silently.