A/N: I am so sorry that it has taken this long to post this chapter and that it is not very long. Writer's Block and college hit and made this take so much longer than it should have. That last chapter had to have been the biggest response to a post that I have ever gotten, though! I am at over 700 views now! Thank you so much! I just wish I knew what you guys thought about these chapters! I never get any reviews from y'all and it makes me wonder if you guys like this. Plus, I would love ideas!
Leila wakes up and looks around the room, reminding herself where she was. She smiles when she also remembers what the plan for today is: Bobby said he'd take her shooting. She slowly eases herself up to sit on the bed, then tries to walk a bit. After successfully making it to her bag without falling, she gets some clothes out and gets ready for the day. Once she has properly prepared herself, she walks down to the kitchen where she smells toast and bacon.
"Morning. Sleep okay?" Bobby asks, his back turned as he finishes making breakfast.
Leila nods. "Yeah," she answers, her voice somewhat hoarse. She takes a moment to clear her throat as she walks into the kitchen, smelling the amazing food that Bobby was making. "You can cook?"
Bobby turns around, slightly bewildered. "Yeah, I can cook. Why do you sound so shocked?"
Leila shrugs. "Well, Sam and Dean can't seem to figure out how to do anything but boil water and make toast. Sometimes, they can't even do that, from what Sam has told me."
Bobby laughs and turns back to the stove where he was scrambling eggs and frying bacon. "Yeah, they are pretty bad cooks. Those two wouldn't survive long without some diner nearby." He picks up the skillets and divides out the portions onto two plates. "Hungry?"
Leila slowly nods, looking at the food with a watering mouth. "Starving." She says as she collapses into a seat at the kitchen table. After setting down the plates, Bobby grabs a beer and a coke, handing the coke to Leila. Then, they both dig into the glorious food.
After a while of silence, Bobby looks up at Leila and smiles. "How you feeling?" he asks.
She gives him a small smile and takes a sip of her coke to wash down the pancakes. "I'm not quite 100% yet, but I'm definitely better than yesterday."
Bobby nods and takes another bite. "You feeling up to some target practice?"
Leila then remembers the deal Bobby had presented that he would train her once she got to be a good enough shot. "I'm game," she answers. After seeing the slightly skeptical look on Bobby's face, she adds, "Just make sure there's a chair out there in case I can't stand anymore."
Bobby smiles and gives a small nod. "Deal. We can go out back as soon as you're ready. Take your time, though. We have at least a week until the boys get back."
Leila smiles and finishes her meal, excited to be finally training to be a hunter. Once she has finished, she goes upstairs to put on her shoes. Meanwhile, Bobby goes out behind the house and sets up some targets. After a while, Leila comes back down the stairs and helps Bobby carry some guns and ammo to the yard.
"So what's the plan?" Leila asks as she and Bobby set the guns in the bed of Bobby's truck.
"Well, I set up some targets for you. Depending on how well you do with these, we may move on to skeet shooting so you can practice shooting moving targets." He grabs one of the hand guns from the truck. "Let's start you off small: .22 caliber handgun." After loading it with a cartridge, he hands it to Leila and points out the targets.
Leila takes the gun and cocks it, smiling at the sound it makes. Then, she takes a shaking stance and does her best to aim at the first target. Holding that position long enough to aim hurt so badly that she was shaking even more than when she first lifted the gun. She tries to shoot the target and misses it entirely.
"Sorry," she says shyly through gritted teeth as she lowers the gun.
"That's alright. Try it again," Bobby says kindly.
Leila raises the gun again with her trembling arms and bites her lower lip, trying to block out the pain of such a position. She takes aim at the same target as before and fires, hitting the target nearly two yards from the one she had aimed at.
"There ya go!" Bobby says with a grin, patting her on the back. She sighs and lowers her head and arms.
"I was aiming for the middle one," she says.
"Okay. Well what do you think the problem is?" Bobby asks, trying to help her. His expression showed a need for honesty from Leila, whether she wanted to give it or not.
"My arms keep shaking. It hurts to hold that position long enough to aim," she says, rubbing the bandages on her arms absentmindedly.
Bobby nods slowly in understanding. "Did you take your pain medication this morning?"
Leila freezes with her hand on her arm as she thinks. "No. No, I didn't."
"Here," Bobby says as he pulls a chair out of the bed of the truck and places it next to Leila. "You sit, I'll go grab your meds and a drink, and we can try this again once those kick in. How's that?"
Leila sits and nods. "Ok."
When Bobby comes back, he hands her a few pills and an open can of Coke. "Here ya go." Leila takes the meds and chugs nearly the whole can of Coke to wash them down. They sit and talk for a bit while they give the meds time to do their job. Then, after about half an hour, Leila stands up and gets ready to try again.
She takes aim at the same target as before, this time with more stable arms, and fires. She then looks at the target and sees the small hole in the center of the paper.
"Way to go, Leila! You're a natural!" Bobby says with a proud smile.
Leila stands there in awe for a moment. "I did it…That was awesome!" She then lifts the gun and fires three more shots into the same target and bullseyes them all. She fires the remainder of the bullets in the gun at the rest of the targets, going down the line in quick succession. She really was a natural-born hunter!
Bobby has her move up to a bigger gun and she does just as well. By the end of the day, Leila was shooting a sawed-off shotgun at clay pigeons and shattering them all. As she and Bobby walk back into the house for dinner, her meds started to wear off; she didn't care because she had officially started her hunter training and done way better than she or Bobby had expected. She was proud to be a Winchester, and she was living up to her name.
As she went up the stairs to get ready for bed, her second dose of meds wearing off as well, Bobby stops her. She turns to look at him and sees his slight grin. "Just don't tell your brothers I'm training you yet, okay?" he says. She nods with a smile and continues up the stairs for a well-deserved rest.