D'script.: Castiel learns how to fire a shotgun.

Disc.: I don't own anything here. Not even a gun. Come to think of it, why would I need one? If I've got Castiel, then he'll just torch anyone who tries to hurt me. Oh, wait…

Love: For Sammy's overreactions. Sometimes, they are completely appropriate.

Safety First

"If you're going to be travelling with us, you're going to have to learn how to handle one of these," Dean said, thrusting a shotgun in Castiel's hands.

Castiel looked at the foreign object before speaking, "I don't need this."

Dean began to arrange Castiel's grip on the gun to the proper position, "Yes, you do. I'm not having you pull any of that angelic bullshit. You wanna stay with us, you're gonna have to sling it like us."

Dean smiled as he saw Castiel agree. As much as Castiel pissed him off sometimes, he wasn't a douche like the rest of those high and mighty angels. Castiel didn't look down on humans. He rather admired them, for their dreams, passion and emotions. Dean and Sam filled everything and more that Castiel found intriguing about humans.

Castiel had a firm grip around the gun. Dean showed him how to load it. He eventually took the shotgun from Castiel and showed him how to aim it.

"It's only rocksalt," Dean said when Castiel asked what the ammunition was, "It'll blast nasty-ass ghosts away, give a good punch to demons and bruise humans."

Dean glared at Sam on that last description, rubbing his chest where Sam had shot him. Sam glanced up at Dean from his research and shrugged, "You were totally asking for it, Dean."

"I was not!"

"You knew full well what you were doing, demonshit or not," Dean muttered.

Sam ignored Dean's comment and looked at Castiel, to see how he was faring. He saw the angel fumbling with one of the latches and rolled his eyes.

"Why do you have to teach an angel how to shoot a gun?" Sam asked Dean.

Dean shrugged, "I taught you how to shoot one. Besides, he'll give away his angel status during a hunt if he keeps using his powers."

"Anything we'd hunt already knows about him, does it really matter if he can handle a gun?"

Dean was adamant about it, "Yes. It matters. I don't want him constantly blasting shit out of existence, it freaks me out."

"Could you at least have taught him how to light a match, first?" Sam asked.

Dean nodded, "Yeah, I probably should. Right after this."

"Hey, Cas, before you annihilated Zarchariah, he was saying something about us. About you being corrupt…?" Sam hinted.

Castiel didn't even give him a sideways glance as he feigned ignorant angel, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Dean sighed, "It's like this," he said, taking the gun from Castiel and pulling the action bar forward and back, "There, you've just loaded a round."

He roughly pushed the gun back into Castiel's hands for him to inspect. Dean grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat down across from Sam at the table. He picked through some of the books that his brother had open before downing a swig of the golden brew.

"Find anything?" Dean asked.

Sam ignored his brother, "Cas, if you're going to lie, you have to be more convincing. You know well what I'm talking about. Zachariah was onto something and you wiped him out before he could say anymore."

Castiel looked at Sam squarely in the eyes, "My corruption does not concern you and you will not mention it again."

Sam was about to protest, but Castiel held the gun pointed at his face as he repeated deadly serious, "You will not mention it again."

Sam held his hands up in surrender, "Castiel, put the gun down."

"Yeah, bud, you don't even know how to use it properly." Dean added, taking another draught.

Castiel conceded and lowered the shotgun, only to have it fire accidentally into the ground. Sam and Dean stared at the new hole in the flooring before Sam cursed at Dean's sheepish face.

"This is why I didn't want him learning how to use a gun," Sam said vehemently.

Castiel looked embarrassed by the accidental discharge as he stared at the floor. He abandoned the gun and looked at the brothers helplessly. He didn't know guns went off that easily.

Dean pulled the bottle from his lips, and bit back the tang of the beer before saying lazily; "Maybe we should've started with gun safety."

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