Chapter 8
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"Aim higher for crying outloud!"
Dean sighs and leans back watching his sister's unsteady hand. He wished John would just let him take over instead. He was being way too harsh.
"Are you trying to get yourself killed. You're moving entirely too slow and you can't aim to save your life Bells!"
Dean makes his way behind his sister.
"Finger off the trigger." He warned not wanting to get shot.
"Don't think about the fact that they're moving." He says pointing to the disc as John fires them.
"Just like the bottles earlier Bella just focus. Remain calm keep your hand loose around that trigger not so tight it slows down your flow. That's another thing…"
Dean positions her legs by gently kicking them into place.
"You've got to watch your posture it affects everything you do." He says straightening her shoulders as well so her back is straight.
"And one more thing…"
She looks back to him.
"Breathe… Try to have fun with it."
Bella nods trying again. John fires of 20 rounds and Bella only hits one.
"Kid can't shoot for shit."
"Give her a chance!"
"Just saying she's gonna have to get that down. She's gonna get us or herself killed!"
"She's just learning even you had to start from somewhere John!"
John ignores this packing up everything.
"We'll try again tomorrow but we haven't all the time in the world. Bells we got to get back out there. We got a business to run and people count on us!"
"She knows damn…" Dean says opening the door for her.
Bella said nothing she continued to keep her head down the entire ride. Dean put his arm around her and kissed the top of her head.
"You'll get it."
She sighed looking out the window. Bella thought about last night and she was right. John was back to his usual. Her hands continued to shake. She wasn't sure why. She didn't expect the disc they were so much faster and smaller. The gun was too heavy, loud and smelt. She rubbed her temples feeling a headache coming on. Dean opened the glove compartment and handed her some Tylenol.
"This'll help, takes some getting used to."
"You babying the girl sure isn't going to help her son."
Once again he ignores this pretending as though he heard not a thing. He winks at Bella though and hands her a bottle of water. John pulls into a restaurant parking lot. He gets out and slams the door without even saying another word. Bella jumps and watches as her father stuffs his hands into his pockets and heads on inside. Dean sighs shaking his head.
"I really suck huh?"
Dean smiles.
"Yeah you do. But that's what practice is all about."
"Is he always like this?"
"Hmmm, sometimes it's worse."
"Gee I can't wait."
Dean has a good laugh.
"I suppose we better eat. He'll eat without us. He's done it to me before."
They make their way inside and John's sitting there with his elbows on the table.
"Bout time you two. I already ordered for you. I wasn't gonna wait all day."
"No one was expecting you to."
"Go wash your face kid you got soot all over you."
Bella rubs her face. John cuts her a glance. She rises and does as she's told. Bella looks in the mirror once she's done. She braces herself against the sink. The rage continued to build. The last few years flashed within her mind. She gritted her teeth and took the metal tin trashcan and slammed it into the mirror. The mirror shattered exploding everywhere. Bella gasped as shards hit against her face. A woman came in with her little girl.
"Oh my are you ok?"
Bella looked to the woman.
"Sweetheart you're bleeding."
Bella nodded and stepped across the glass. She walked past the woman and child. Dean jumped up as Bella exited the bathroom.
"What the fuck?"
John turned back around. Bella looked to neither of them. She simply walked out of the restaurant out into the parking lot. Her face was burning but she didn't care. She leaned back against her father's truck.
"Bells?!" Dean yells running out of the restaurant.
"Jesus Christ!"
He cups her chin looking at her face.
"What the hell happened to you?" He takes his fingers and starts picking out the small shards of glass.
"Nothing." She says pulling away from him.
"Stop that you need those taken out. How the hell did this happen?"
As he says this John yanks Bella by the arm dragging her away from Dean.
"You ever pull a stunt like that again and I'll bust your fucking ass!"
That was it…
Dean makes his way back over and cold cocks his father across the face. John looks to Dean.
"You do that and I'll put your ass in the hospital."
Bella screams as John fires back with his fist.
"STOP IT!" Bella pulls at John's jacket.
"PLEASE I'M SORRY I WON'T DO IT AGAIN I PROMISE PLEASE STOP!"
John grits his teeth as he has Dean by the collar of his shirt.
"Dad please. If you're mad hit me! I did it! I broke the mirror! Hit me!"
Both men's hearts sunk as they turned to Bella.
"Jesus." Dean said feeling ill at his sister's words.
John shook his head and picked Bella up placing her on the hood of his truck. He walked over and grabbed a first aid kit from the truck. He found a pair of tweezers and started to pluck out the shards of glass.
"The more you cry the more the burn."
Bella sucked in a breath trying to stop. But she looked at her brother's eye and started to cry again. Dean sighed and cleaned off his eye with some tissue and alcohol. John's lip was busted all three was bleeding in some sort fashion.
"Why'd you do it kid?" Her father asks looking upon her sternly.
She wanted to go back. She didn't want to do this anymore. But one look upon her brother and she fought it.
"I'm sorry it won't happen again."
"That doesn't answer my question."
"It was an accident."
"That was no accident, that there was no more than the temper of a Winchester."
"Guess I'm part of the pack now." Bella says and Dean turns to conceal his smile.
John's however is far from concealed. He shakes his head.
"You are a mess you know that?" Bella grins as John kisses her forehead.
"Get in the truck kid. We'll eat somewhere else. I don't care to pay for that mirror."
Bella nods and John helps her back down. John and Dean cut each other a look.
"I'm still your father. Remember that."
"And she's still my sister." Dean says with a nod.
John tiredly rubs his face with nothing else to say they get in the truck.
After they grab a quick bite to eat they head to the hotel.
"Wait son…" John says before Dean grabs the handle.
"Bells that won't happen again."
She lowers her head.
"That's not what I mean hun." John sighs.
"I mean Dean and I. It won't happen again. I'm sorry you witnessed that. I want you to know something else. Neither Dean nor I would ever hit you."
"But you said."
"I know what I said. There is a difference between a spanking and flat out hitting someone."
Dean shakes his head.
"In either case neither should take place." Dean says looking to his father.
"Some kids need a good reminder."
"Not her."
"As you can see Dean and I have different views on something's."
"Bella needs to get some sleep." Dean says and opens the door helping her out.
John's too tired to argue. He gets out and gather's their things. Once again Bella showers first. She comes out and Dean's already passed out. John watches as she creeps over and lies next to her brother. She grabs Dean's arm and places it around her. He shook his head knowing what was best. Once she too is asleep he covers them up with a blanket. John packs up his things. He kisses the top of both their heads and packs his things. John places down the salt around the room for his own peace of mind and he leaves Dean a note.
Dean stretches about the bed almost knocking Bella off. He rears back not realizing she was there. Quietly he slips out and looks around the room. He checks the bathroom then looks out the window to see the truck is gone. He turns back and that's when he notices the note on the table.
Dean,
Heading on out… I want you to train your sister. Make me proud son. Take her on a couple of cases. I'll find you.
Dad
Dean looks back to Bella as she continues to sleep. He narrows his eyes in thought and runs his hands along the top of his head.
"Okay…" He whispers to himself.
He then leans back in the chair wondering where to even begin.