Chapter Eleven

"So, Dean doesn't really like kids does he?" I asked Sam with a laugh when I saw Dean eyeing one of the kids at the shooting range with clear disgust.

Sam chuckled shaking his head with an amused expression on his face. We had all come to the shooting range because I had made Sam promise to teach me how to use all the weapons in their trunk. He had insisted that Dean would be a better teacher than him, though. That Dean always had been a really good teacher.

"The little shit stole my friggin' M&ms! He should have known better," Dean said as he walked back to us, a victorious grin on his face.

"What did you do to him?" Sam asked, eyeing his brother suspiciously.

"Oh, nothing much," Dean started off.

Just then, a kid sitting on a bench shot up and yelled out loud as a dog started barking at him. As the kid started running in the opposite direction, the dog also ran after him, barking so loud that the kid must've peed himself.

"Dean!" Sam and I both turned to look at him with absolutely no doubt in our minds as to who had made the incident happen and also because he immediately burst out laughing.

"What?" Dean questioned after he was done laughing. Sam gave him the bitchiest face he had because Dean knew exactly what. "Man, I can't stand kids," he murmured as we walked over to get ready for target practice.

"You put a beef jerky in his pocket didn't you?" I quietly asked Dean as he chose a shotgun he'd be comfortable to teach me with.

"Yup! I saw him do it," Sam confirmed, coming over with a shotgun of his own.

"I thought we were gonna start off with the small stuff," I said pointing to the small guns-Sam corrected me and told me that they were called 'pistols' or 'revolvers'-amongst the huge collection of guns.

"Well, we're gonna start off with these babies right here, since you're gonna have to use them the most," Dean said holding up the shotgun he'd finally chosen.

"Alright then," Sam said, "Let's get started."

Now I couldn't help but think back to that incident as Dean told Andrea that apparently 'kids are the best'.

"Really Dean?" Sam asked him, "Kids are the best?!"

"Yeah, you don't even like kids," I added .

"What are you guys talking about? I love kids," Dean exclaimed, looking slightly insulted by our comments.

"Name three children that you even know," Sam said and neither of us got surprised when he couldn't even name one.

"So," I began as Dean told me for the tenth time, that my posture was all wrong. I sighed trying to copy the way Dean was holding his shotgun and miserably failing.

"Hey," Sam interrupted just as Dean glared at me, burning a hole in the back of my neck, "take it easy."

I couldn't tell who Sam was directing those words towards since he just kept alternating between looking at Dean and I.

"Oh come on Sam," Dean said throwing his hands up, "I've been at it since the morning and it's almost late afternoon now!"

"I thought you said that he was good at teaching," I looked accusingly at Sam.

"He is," Sam sighed, "But he's also impatient and a huge jerk and unfortunately, the best we've got."

"Alright," Dean said, clapping his hands together, "Let's try this one more time."

I groaned keeping the shotgun to the side, "I can't."

"What do you mean you can't?" Dean asked exasperatedly just as I sat down.

My arms were paining from holding the shotgun for so long and trying to imitate Dean's movements. I hadn't even shot a single target yet and had run out of ammo almost immediately, so Dean had told me to just try holding the gun right. But, apparently, holding the gun in its proper place while also trying to make sure to stay vertical was an even tougher job.

"Dean, my arms and actually my whole body is aching," I told him, "We've been at this for hours!"

"Alright," Dean exclaimed, "Whatever." He strode past both Sam and I, sitting behind us with his arms folded across his chest.

"Hey, Sherry," Sam turned to me, "how about we try one last time before-"

"Oye, you were saying to me a couple of minutes ago," Dean suddenly piped up.

I raised my eyebrows because was I going to say something to him? Oh, yes I was! But what was it again?

"Ummm…yes…I think," I mumbled unsurely.

"Well…..," Dean said and when he got no response, continued, "Do I have to ask? What was it?"

"Oh yeah," I seemed to remember what I was going to ask him just then.

"So why don't you like kids?"