Heavy.

He noticed that the weapon had been polished.

Deadly.

He could feel his hands shaking slightly as he took another deep breath.

Cold.

Ben's finger fit perfectly around the trigger as he aimed it towards the target. This time it wasn't the poster of a clown. No, this time it was a white cut out board of a person.

"Now, you want to aim right at the heart."

"Why?"

"Cause that is what will kill your enemy in a hear beat. Makes them bleed to death." Josh Thompson said as Ben kept his ears opened to what the eighteen-year-old was saying while keeping his eyes closely on the target.

"Now, don't be scared of the gun. You control who or what you shoot. Not the gun." Ben nodded slightly as he took another deep breath. It had been three days since the night of Sherri and Scott Daggar's death and the last time he had seen Toby. His best friend hadn't called at all and Ben was becoming worried even though his Uncle tried to convince him that Toby was doing all right.

"Now, pull the trigger and make a bulls eye, kid." Never had he pulled the trigger of a gun, more less, hold one. But here he was, about to pull the trigger and hopefully make a bull's eye. He could feel himself shaking with fright, but he knew he had to do this. Call it an instinct. But Ben had to learn how to shoot a gun.

"W-What if I miss?" Ben asked, noticing his stuttering coming back. His stuttering had stopped about two years ago and now he could see it coming back. Was it because of this?

"Nearly everyone misses the first time. Just shoot the gun." Josh Thompson was becoming irritated and Ben knew not to irritate the nineteen-year-old or he would drop you before you knew it. Ben took another deep breath before squeezing his eyes shut and pulling the trigger, jumping slightly at the sound of the bang that the gun produced.

"Nice one, Ben!" Ben opened his eyes before noticing that the bullet had made itself close to the heart. Ben didn't know if that was good thing or not.

"Now, this time, keep your eyes opened." Ben nodded before aiming the handgun once again as his finger curled around the deadly trigger. Taking another deep shaky breath, Ben kept his eyes opened before pulling the trigger and jumping slightly again as the gun produced that awful piercing noise. This time, Ben had made bull's eye.

"Again." Ben was already shaking to the bone, but Josh insisted that Ben try again. Ben took another shaky breath as the gun shook visibly in his hands as he aimed once again. Knowing that he could kill, that he could become a murderer scared the living days out of him. But he had to take the risk.

"Pull the trigger, Ben." Josh ordered. "You know what's there, inside of you. You know that this is what it takes. You did it once. You can do it again." A confused expression fell over Ben's youthful features, as he looked up at Josh, who was grinning in a way that made Ben uncomfortable.

"What do you mean? I've never pulled the trigger of a gun until now." Ben told him as Josh shook his head.

"They told me you wouldn't remember."

"Wouldn't remember what?" Suddenly, Josh took Ben by the upper arm, making the teen look the young man square in the eye.

"You're going to be dead meat, kid." Ben tried to yank her arm away, but Josh's grip only became tighter before Ben heard loud footsteps as Robert entered the room. Josh let go.

"Ben, what the hell are you doing?" Ben's fingers were still wrapped tightly around the gun before he dropped the gun to the floor. Josh took a step back as he crossed his arms across his chest.

"Benjamin wanted to learn how to shoot a gun. Felt it was something he had to learn." Ben's mouth opened to protest even though he was still shocked at the change of Josh's demeanor. He didn't understand what had just happened and now Josh was ranting out on him.

"Is this true, Ben?" Robert asked as Ben looked from Josh to his Uncle, who already seemed to believe Josh even if it was true.

"C'mon, Benjamin." Josh said. "Don't lie to your Uncle."

Benjamin…

A single chill ran through Ben as he looked back at Josh. There was something not right about this guy. But Ben had known Josh for a while now. He was son of a Marine and a professional code breaker. Ben knew then that this wasn't the same Josh he knew. But if not, then who was it?

"Thanks, but next time you decide to show my nephew how to shoot a gun," Robert said. "Let me know." His Uncle then dragged Ben out of the room before Ben could protest.

"You know you're grounded right?" Robert asked as he opened the passenger's side door of his old Ford.

"But I didn't do anything wrong!" Ben told him in disbelief as his Uncle pushed him into the truck before slamming the door and walking over to the other side. He hadn't seen his Uncle this mad since the night they had found Toby beaten severely.

"All I wanted to do was learn how to shoot a darn gun! What's so bad about that?" Ben asked as his Uncle started the Ford, jerking the gears roughly into reverse.

"I've told you before, Ben!" Robert almost shouted as he pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road. "I don't want you near weapons."

"But why?" Ben asked as he saw his Uncle's strong hands grip the steering wheel tighter. Ben knew he should leave this subject alone. But Ben had never been the one to let something go so easily.

"I don't have to give you an explanation. And once you understand that, then we'll be fine." Ben bit back his tongue as he crossed his arms across his chest and turned to look out the window. He was angry and he wanted to know why his Uncle had waked up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.

It had been only two minutes before Ben opened his mouth again, re-starting the argument as his Uncle pulled into the driveway of their home. Robert got out of the truck, slamming the door as Ben did the same.

"I want to know why!" Ben shouted, determination set as his Uncle opened the door to their house, revealing Sam and Dean sitting on the couch in the living room, looking at a bunch of articles.

"I told you I don't have to explain anything to you!" Robert shouted, loosing his temper with Ben. "You are grounded and if I ever catch you near a gun ever again, you will find that other punishments are more harsh than this one." Ben looked helplessly at his Uncle.

"Why are you being this way?" Ben didn't wait for an answer before he ran up to his bedroom, slamming the bedroom door as Robert sighed deeply. God, why was he acting this way? Turning around, Robert just walked over to one of the unoccupied chairs before sitting down.

"What happened?" Dean asked as Robert leaned forward and rested his face in his hands. For the last couple of days, Robert didn't know how he was going to tell Sam and Dean the truth. He didn't know if he should wait until after the hunt to tell them or should he just tell them now. John…one of his best buddies was gone. And John had made him promise to tell the boys if something ever happen to him. Robert just didn't know how the boys would react…how Ben would react.

"Boys…" Robert sighed before looking up. "There's something…something that your Dad didn't tell you…"

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