G is for Gun
Dean watched as Castiel took aim at the coke bottle they had set up. They were in the woods around the bunker. Dean had taken it upon himself to teach Castiel how to properly use a gun. It was just another level of safety he felt, knowing his Angel at least knew how to use it. Castiel had been hesitant.
"Relax Cas," Dean said, startling the angel who had been concentrating.
"Sorry, I just-" Castiel said.
"It's a good skill to have in your back pocket," Dean replied.
"My back pocket?" Castiel asked, confused.
"Never mind, as a hunter it's something you should know and be good at," Dean said shaking his head.
"Because I'm human?" Castiel asked lowly.
"No, I meant what I said. As a hunter, this is a skill you need. It's just another way to protect yourself," Dean replied.
"I don't need-" Castiel started.
"Never bring a knife to a gunfight Cas," Dean cut him off. "Yes, you are mortal now, and there are a few extra precautions to take. I just want you to know how to use it, and be a somewhat decent shot. It may save someone's life someday."
"Ok," Castiel nodded his head. He lifted the gun once more, took a breath and let it out. He turned to face his targets.
Dean watched as the angel tried to relax. Castiel steadied his aim and shot at the coke bottles and hit three out of five. Dean grinned. He was getting better. He would make a hunter out of the former angel after all.