Hey guys,

Hope you enjoy this chapter! I can promise that this story will definitely liven up soon (you ain't seen nothing yet ;))

Extra note: I stupidly realised that Bobby doesn't actually live in Kansas like omd who am I?! I don't know why I assumed he lived in Kansas rather than South Dakota, maybe it's because John and Mary lived in Kansas? Anyway, I'm not going to change the detail because it will just complicate things a little for future chapters that will cause a tangle and who likes tangles? I apologise for keeping it but I hope it doesn't upset anyone.

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"Alright, so the trick I find with hunting is to always aim a little off to what I'm aiming for." Bobby said, bringing out a hunting rifle with a smooth, brown, varnished handle before handing it to Emma, who looked down at it in nervous excitement. Her, Bobby, Sam and Dean were in the small patch of green behind the salvage yard. It was the day after the hunting trip and they had arranged their first lesson.

"I always aim it a little to the right off the target." Dean added he was putting old beer cans on a wooden ledge, about ten metres away from the three, that was to be the aim of her first official hunting lesson.

"How does that even make sense?" Emma asked, confused by the concept that to aim you have to aim away from the aim.

"I don't know physics?" Dean said as he walked back to the crowd, looking at Bobby for an answer whilst he did.

"Alright, Sam, you do the example." Bobby said, ignoring Dean's look for help.

"Right." Sam said, he had his own rifle and Bobby handed Emma her one before going over to stand to the side with Dean. He handed Emma her gun and helped position her to the most comfortable and appropriate way to stand while shooting. "How does it feel?" he asked after he finished locating the redhead.

"Good…well weird."

"Yeah, I felt that way when I started. It will take a while getting used to naturally position it. Okay now relax and stand like you'd normally would." Sam said taking the rifle off her; he quickly checked the safety mode was on for sure before placing it on the grass. "I would stand a little back. I'm going to do a demonstration now but I warn you, it's going to be a little loud."

Emma did as he instructed, she watched him get into position in the blink of an eye and felt slightly amazed by it, remembering how it had taken her at least minute to stand the right way, let alone managing how to handle the weapon. It took him just as long to aim the rifle at one of the sixteen beer cans before pushing the trigger firmly with his index finger. She felt herself jump fiercely as soon as she heard the bang, it was definitely louder than she expected, filling the yard with a fuming, low thunderous noise. The bullet charged at the beer cans before colliding into the third one on the right, making a painful ping. She watched it fly into the distance until it hit a hedge that was now its grave. It looked easy but he'd had over ten years of experience, so what did she know about easy?

He made sure the gun was on safety mode before gesturing her to come over and join him. She did, slowly and nervously knowing it was now her turn to try and copy that example of sheer perfection.

"Alright, so position yourself again." He instruction.

Emma swore in her head, she'd completely forgotten. She tried to go into what she thought it was but after hearing Sam's chuckle, she knew she was off entirely.

"I'm sorry." He apologized but he was still grinning. "It will take practise." He said before repositioning her. He put his strong arm on hers and moved them so they were more stable and her fingers were more flexed on the gun handle. He then put his left hand on her back and his right on her left shoulder and pushed it back; she naturally put her left leg backwards and bent forward on the right. He looked in her eyes before beaming. "See you're getting it." She felt herself grinning too.

"That's an improvement." She smiled back at him.

"You bet it is! Now you're in the right position, the gun is going to give off a strong force once you've pressed the trigger so make sure you hold the gun firmly with stable arms. The noise is going to be louder than the one then you heard when I shot it, think ten times louder. I'm taking the safety mode off so be careful not to shoot me. Try shooting three cans, and don't worry if you can't get it anywhere near hitting it on the first few goes, we've all been there." he reassured her sounding like a confident teacher, he took the safety mode off before quickly going to join Dean, who patted him on the back like a proud parent.

Emma felt her right hand move towards the trigger while her left kept stable on the smooth handle. She used both arms to aim for the can in the middle of the now fifteen. She was about ten metres away so it was hard to predict whether or not her aim would actually be anyway near the real one. She closed her left eye and positioned the rifle at where she thought best. She felt her fingers on her right-hand creep slowly towards the trigger, her index and middle finger rested on the front of the metal lever and the remaining fingers were folded into her palm and her thumb pressed on the back of the silver circle that that trigger was contained in. She knew that if she pressed the trigger hell would break loose. She slowly pressed down, preparing herself for the gun's command. BANG.

Her ears were ringing like church bells on a Sunday morning from the rifle's dark, menacing cry. As soon as the noise hit her, she felt herself being thrown back by its power, her left leg, which was bent backwards, stabilised her, making her able to deal with the force. The end of the handle hit the left side of her chest, just below the neck, making her wince and predict a soon-blossoming bruise. Once the gun had calmed, she re-positioned herself and looked up to see if she actually achieved anything. The can was still standing, sneering at her by still being alive and un-hit.

She looked at the three witnesses; Bobby gave her a well-you-tried look, Sam still looked hopeful, raising his eyebrows to gesture for her to start again and Dean gave her a cheesy thumbs up with a massive grin. She laughed to herself before going back to aim.

Once again, she heard the bang that threw her off her balance, the return of the ringing and the pain of the handle hitting her in the same place. She looked at the row of cans, apart from the one vacant can that Sam hit, they were all still there. She sighed before repositioning herself and Sam's words in her head 'we've all been there' which motivated her to carry on.

She moved the gun about an inch away from where she actually wanted to aim and felt her fingers press the trigger before the wave of pressure and ringing. This time over the ringing, she heard whooping and clapping from the three different voices. Emma quickly looked up and saw that the seventh can was no longer there. She grinned to herself. Sam and Dean rushed over.

"Thatta girl!" Dean beamed.

"Third go, that's awesome!" Sam congratulated.

"She's a natural!"

"Do you wanna try hitting another one?" Bobby asked joining the three.

Emma shook her head; the ringing was starting to give her a headache along with the ache on her arms and the pain on her chest. "I'll try again tomorrow." She smiled, she felt Sam take the gun out of her hands before handing it over to Bobby.

"Not long till you're a pro!" Dean said happily.

"I can't believe I hit one!" she said in disbelief.

"I can, I think we found your new talent." Sam joked.

Emma laughed, she was still in a surprised state that she actually used a gun and succeeded. One week ago, she wouldn't even think she would ever have to use a gun, never mind actually hitting the target. It dawned on her how much she had changed and how much probably would still continue to. But now thinking about it, if she was still in her old world, everything would be the same, nothing drastic, just school. She felt her adrenaline going here and she knew she would never feel in the old world and she strangely felt like she didn't want to say goodbye to the exciting, dangerous vibe she had here, she was so scared but it made her feel more alive.

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The next two days were intense training; she had managed to get used into getting into position and had been able to hit around ten more bullseyes. Sam said she was a 'natural' but she still knew she wasn't experienced to hunt an actual ghost yet.

Sam and Dean were yet again on another hunt, this time was a job in Lincoln, three hours away. They had been gone for over a day now, leaving as fast as a man called for war, she didn't even get to say goodbye. She wondered how much longer they would be absent and, when they were back, how long it would take them to leave again. Was this the life she had to get used to, not knowing where they would be back for tea? She almost felt jealous of them, they got to go across states, they had the freedom to go where they wanted, not that she wasn't used to it but she wished that she couldn't be stuck in Kansas. To others, living in a new country for a while would be considered a holiday, but right now she wasn't being the typical tourist.

Bobby had made her lunch, a chicken sandwich; he was on the phone for most of the time eating her meal but came and joined her on her last bite.

"Sorry kiddo, Garth was driving me up the wall." He explained, shaking his head. "God knows how he even lived up to ten."

"So, do Sam and Dean call you when they're on a hunt?" she asked on the topic of phones.

"Yes, and way more than they need to, treating me like I'm their loving mamma." He grumbled.

"Have they called you today?" she asked hopefully.

"Dean, asking where a salt shaker would be, like I'd know." He shook his head again. Emma laughed.

"Does it bother you, them leaving so suddenly all of the time?"

"One of the perks of being a hunter. To be honest I think I'm lucky they stayed this long, think it mainly 'cos of you."

"Me?" she asked curiously, feeling a bit surprised.

"Yeah, normally it would be two days' tops! But now they have someone else to look after, I mean even to hunters, it's irrational to drag a kid around especially when there's a demon after them."

"So, we're going to stay here till I go home?"

"I suspect not; it may be illogical but things are gonna get dangerous. I'm sorry kid but I can only predict that you and the boys are going to be chasing or chased by this demon sooner or later." He said truthfully.

Emma nodded solemnly, she gulped, things were definitely going to get from bad to worse in a matter of time, this demon tried to kill her and she doubted it gave up after losing once.

"Can I go and practice shooting?" she asked, as she suddenly wanted to improve her self-defence skills.

"Yeah sure, I'm going to call Garth, make sure he's still alive." Emma smiled gently before leaving the table.

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It was lightly raining when she got outside, water sprinkling from the stormy grey clouds above, creating a gloomy effect on the outside. There was bitter coldness from the February air, making the hair on her arms stand up on end. She got the rifle she always used, which she was scared that she was getting emotionally attached to, from the shed where Bobby kept all of his terrifying, yet essential, weapons.

She got into position, which she found fairly easy now, and took her first shoot, only flinching slightly at the noise and impact of force. She grinned as she had managed to hit on of the cans on her first try before repositioning herself to shoot again.

Around half an hour later, after she had managed to hit five, the probability of missing still being the more likely, she heard the sound of tyres on gravel. She turned to her left and saw the black, admiring Impala, with two passengers, of now she could recognize clearly, sitting inside. The driver, who was Dean, parked messily outside of Bobby's house. The two stepped out.

"Hey tiger." Dean addressed. "You practising again?" Emma nodded with a smile. "Not long till you're a professional!" he grinned. "Alright, I'm gonna get some grub." He walked into the house.

"Have you improved?" Sam asked hopefully, walking over and joining her.

"I think so." Emma said happily. "I've hit five so far."

"Five, Emma, that's great." he grinned.

"Is it?" she asked, knowing he was just saying it for encouragement.

"Yeah, it took me years to learn. You really are a natural!" Emma laughed slightly, she sat down on the grass and Sam sat down too.

"So how was the hunt?"

"Good, pretty easy this time, just the typical dead person taking revenge on the people who hurt them."

"'Typical?'" she asked with raised eyebrows.

"It is after ten years of it."

"So, you've spent ten years going around America hunting ghosts? How many motels have you stayed in?"

"I haven't actually thought about that." He chuckled. "I think…yeah a lot."

"You don't say." She said sarcastically before they both laughed. "Bobby said that I'm probably not going to stay here forever, I mean, you're not going to continue staying here either."

"Yeah, I can say I agree with him."

"So what's going to happen?" she asked worryingly.

"I guess we're going to be finding this demon, which means finding where he last was, travelling there, finding connections to find him."

"Sounds like a real detective's job."

"Most times it is." He said seriously. "But hey, so you said you improved, let's see." He grinned, changing the subject.

"Alright, but don't judge me if I'm bad, I get stage fright." She joked.

They both stood up, Sam cleared out of the way, Emma positioned herself before aiming for the third can on the left and shooting.

"Wow that was definitely an improvement!" Sam grinned after seeing the can shoot of at the sudden force of a bullet.

"Thanks." Emma beamed.

"If you're going to someday be hunting this demon, maybe a rifle wouldn't be the best weapon." He said before taking a silver pistol out of his jacket.

"You're going to teach me how to use one of those?" she asked in excitement.

"Well you're gonna have to sooner or later." He said, handing her the gun slowly.

Emma grinned but couldn't help notice the scary amount of power that was radiating off the gun, this could and had killed. It wasn't to hunt animals; it was to kill humans and even things of the dead. It was silver and well-looked after and felt cold by the metal and there was no horizontal handle to hold it with, it was just a vertical one. It felt dangerous to be holding it but as she thought of the demon, she couldn't wait to get started on learning how to use this thing. She guessed she really had changed even if it was just by the tiniest bit.