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Adam sighed and carried his little sister out of the car and into Bobby's house. She yawned and looked up at him mumbling, "Are we here?"
Dean stepped in, "Yeah and you have to wake up, so you can let her down Adam."
"Yes sir," Adam answered and he let go of his sister momentarily and then caught her. She squealed and punched him in his chest, "Jerk."
Dean glared at the two of them, "Stop messing around."
"He almost dropped me!" Taylor yelled.
"I was just trying to help her wake up," Adam defended standing her upright safely.
"I was talking to both of you, don't hit your brother, and don't provoke you're sister. You will have plenty of time to fight during training, we have a lot of work to do," Dean said.
"Oh so that's why we're here, for training camp?" Taylor asked.
"You especially need it," Dean answered.
"Why me especially?" Taylor asked.
"Let's see you seem to think you're ready, enough to go against orders, but your footwork is lousy, you were completely unaware of your surroundings or you never would have gotten yourself trapped and then you couldn't even get yourself out of it," Dean said.
"But if you would have given me a better weapon I…" She started again.
"No, that's enough. You were a sitting duck out there, and if it weren't for Cas we could have lost you! Besides you definitely need the discipline, maybe you will remember your place, or do I have to resort to the paddle again already?" Dean asked.
Taylor flinched and straightened up, "No sir, I understand."
"Good," Dean said.
"So it came in handy then?" Bobby asked.
"Yup this morning actually," Dean said, "I'm sure it was an extra long drive for her, but luckily we weren't too far away."
Taylor blushed and looked away, "Dear I think you are was past being embarrassed around me, now come give me a hug."
Taylor smiled and walked over to give him a hug, "I missed you Uncle Bobby."
"I missed you too," Bobby replied.
She looked at Dean, "Can I go shower now?"
"No," Dean said.
"And why not?" She asked angrily.
"I told you, we're training, you can shower later tonight after you get covered in sweat," Dean said.
She rolled her eyes, "Fine whatever."
Dean grabbed her wrist and quickly landed three sharp smacks, and then looked her in the eyes which were now close to tears, "I don't know what has gotten into you but if you want to prove you're ready so badly than this is not the way. Show me through your work and your respect and then we'll talk. Now put on comfortable clothes and get your ass out to the back yard now."
"Yes sir," She answered.
"You too Adam," Dean said.
"Yes sir," Adam answered.
Dean watched him leave approvingly.
"Sibling issues?" Bobby asked.
Dean nodded, "She just won't listen, hopefully she'll straighten up now," Dean said, "Adam's doing pretty good, he got in a little trouble with Cas a couple days ago but he's learning."
"You know Taylor, she's been training since she was little and now she's chomping at the bit to get out and working that's all," Sam said.
"But I'm not going to let her until I know she will be safe, at least as safe as the rest of us. We can't be worried about her and work a case at the same time, it puts all of us at risk," Dean said.
"Look," Bobby said, "I understand completely what you're saying, but I can also tell it's more than that. She's your baby sister and you can't even bare thinking about her getting hurt, but if you don't keep good on your promise she's going to resent you, and she's just going to try to take matters into her own hands and work her own cases. You will be a lot more worried then, when she tries to take off."
"I know Bobby, I know. I will make sure she's ready though," Dean said.
"Me too," Sam said.
"Good, let's go Sammy," Dean answered, "You coming Bobby?"
"Actually I'm going to look into some cases that may be nearby, you guys go ahead," He said.
"What about you Cas?" Sam asked.
"I'll watch, there's nothing better to do," He answered.
The three of them made their way outside.
Adam had on a pair of sweatpants and old t-shirt. Taylor was wearing dark blue booty shorts, and a green tank top, with her hair pulled up into a high ponytail.
"You will never be fighting anything in that outfit, but it works for now," Dean said.
"You don't know what could happen," Taylor replied.
"Yes I do because I would never let you out of the house in that," Dean said.
"Well it's like a thousand degrees and you said to dress comfortably, not realistically," Taylor said and quickly added, "sir."
"Both of you do some warm up stretches," Dean said.
Taylor sighed, this was the most boring part of training to her. She watched as Adam did normal calf stretches by holding his ankle, "Amateur."
She sat on the ground with her legs out in front of her and grabbed her toes. She held that position for a few moments and then spread her legs out wide and grabbed her right foot, then her left. She then stodd on one leg and grabbed her ankle raising her foot high into the air. She stood there for another moment and then switched sides.
"Show off," Adam muttered.
"Glad to be one, if it shows Dean I'm ready," She muttered.
"Yeah well, we'll see when it gets to the actual training, stretching won't save your life or help you win a fight," Adam said.
She glared at him angrily, "I can't wait to get to the actual fighting, that way I can take you down."
"We'll see, bring it," He answered.
"Oh trust me I will," She said.
Dean stepped out towards them, "Well since there seems to be more talking then stretching then let's do a couple laps to warm up shall we?"
Taylor clenched her teeth together, "Do you have something to say?"
"No sir," She answered. She didn't mind running, and she was fast but she just wanted to get to the actual training already.
"Good then let's go, MOVE IT," Dean yelled.
They both answered with a "Yes sir," and took off.
Taylor had no problem keeping up with her brother as they ran, "This is your fault."
"My fault, you're the one who started talking to me," He said.
"Whatever," She answered and she ran in front of him.
"Oh so that's how this is going to be?" He asked and sped forward.
"It's not going to be like anything, I'm simply proving that I can do this, and I happen to be a better runner than you," She said.
"Well I am too, and you are not," He said taking the lead once again.
"You want to bet?" She asked as she ran in front of him. She ran as fast as she could and Adam was only a step behind her the whole time. But after the third lap Taylor was slowing down and Adam had to stop and take a breath.
She smiled victoriously and continued running past her brothers, and Castiel.
Adam swallowed hard and looked at Dean, "Exactly how many do we have to do?"
"This will be your last one," He said.
Adam nodded and took off and a little over a minute later Taylor was back again and Dean told her to stop.
Taylor obeyed, "Yes sir?"
"That was your last one," He said.
"Yes sir," She answered, she was glad to finally get on with the real training
"I'll take Taylor, you work with Adam for now," Dean instructed Sam as he slid the punch kick targets on his hands and threw a pair to him.
Sam nodded, "Got it."
Dean first held his hand up normally, "Kick the target."
She effortlessly kicked it.
"Now do it again," Dean said.
She tried to kick it but he quickly moved his hand, "That's not fair!"
"Your target isn't going to stand still," Dean said.
"Yeah well my target isn't going to be just one spot either, it'll be a whole person," Taylor said.
"You're not ready for that," Dean said.
"Yes I am Dean, you're not giving me a chance," Taylor argued.
"Fine," Dean said taking off the targets and throwing them aside, "Come on, show me."
She tried to kick Dean but he moved aside to quickly, "Is that all you can do?"
She glared at him and tried to throw a punch which he blocked easily and spun her arm around behind her back. She elbowed him in his ribs with her left elbow and Dean moved back letting go of her arm.
She smiled and once again tried to kick him but this time he grabbed her ankle, "Now what?" She looked at him angrily, "Let go."
Adam was smirking, "Focus," Sam told him.
"IS that what you're going to dell that demon? Or monster? Let go?"
She tried to pull away and almost fell, "Dean let go!"
"Or what, what are you going to do?" He asked.
She still glared at him defiantly, "Let go of my ankle."
He pushed her back and she fell to the ground. She laid there glaring up at the sky, with her jaw clenched.
"I suggest you stick to the targets," He said, "Now get up."
She rolled her eyes at the sky but obeyed.
She spent the next hour or so punching and kicking the targets Dean wore on his hands.
Dean moved the target quickly but Taylor was getting faster the more she got into it and she kicked it pretty hard. Dean laughed and shook his hand, before pulling them off, "Come on let's go get some lunch."
Taylor smiled and followed him inside. The others followed behind.
"So what's for lunch?" Adam asked.
Dean shrugged, "what do you want?"
"Pizza," Adam answered with a smile.
"I agree," Taylor said.
"Me too," Sam said.
"Pizza good with you Bobby?" Dean asked.
"Yeah," He said.
Dean ordered the pizza and looked at his siblings, "This will be your break, after the pizza gets here and we eat we're going back out."
They nodded, and they all sat at the table. Castiel handed Dean, Sam and Bobby a beer, and gave Taylor and Adam water. Taylor chugged half the bottle and then looked at Dean.
"What?" He asked.
She looked away, "Nothing."
"What is it Taylor?" Dean asked again.
She fidgeted with the plastic wrapped around the water bottle and kept her eyes down, "I was just wondering… how you think… it's not important… I mean it is but…"
"You're doing okay, but we still have a lot of work to do," Dean said.
"If you were to give me a grade, what would it be?" She asked.
Dean took a sip of his beer as he thought, "a C."
She pouted "Plus?"
"No, just a normal C," he said, shaking his head, "I know you will be able to do way better than this, and I need to make sure of that, I'll let you know when you're ready, not the other way around."
She stared down at the table, "Yes sir."
ASL
IT was getting late and everyone had headed inside, everyone except Taylor. She was determined to make Dean change his mind. She was attacking a punching bag and taking all her anger out on it. Dean would change his mind.
She remembered how he grabbed her ankle earlier and gave the bunching bag an extra hard swing. She let herself get trapped, that was so stupid. But she hadn't actually let herself. She was trying, but maybe Dean had been right.
No, he couldn't be, and even if he was, she would make it so he wouldn't be right. She would train longer and harder than Dean asked her too if that's what it took. She was sick of being left behind, and told to wait in the car, or wait in the hotel room.
All she could do there was worry about her two oldest brothers with Adam. She wanted to be out helping them and defending them herself. She briefly wondered why Adam wasn't fighting back and made a mental note to ask him. Didn't he want the same thing?
It was about half an hour after she thought everyone had gone inside when Castiel showed himself.
"Have you been here this whole time?" Taylor asked.
He nodded, "I didn't want to distract you. Here," He handed her a bottle of water which she took gratefully.
"Thanks," She said stopping to take it from him, and take a drink, "And don't worry you won't distract me if you want to stay visible."
He nodded, "Okay."
She smiled and set the water bottle down, "I was just thinking about something that I don't understand. Why doesn't Adam try to fight back like I've been? Doesn't he have the same intentions I do? Isn't he just as angry about all of this?"
She went back to her punching but listened as Castiel spoke to her, "Yes he does, but he also knows that being angry about it and fighting is not what will convince your brothers. So he takes it one step at a time, does what your brothers ask of him, and tries to show them by training as hard as he can."
She stopped again, "That just doesn't seem like enough, and I can't help the anger it just frustrates me so much. All I want do is help."
"Wanting to help isn't enough," Castiel said, "You have to be able and capable of helping first."
Taylor rolled her eyes and immediately felt guilty, "I'm sorry I didn't mean that towards you, I'm just so tired of hearing that I'm not ready… even if it is true."
"It is," Castiel said.
She looked at him with disappointment in her eyes, "You don't think we're ready either?"
Castiel shook his head, "Also I don't think you are ready emotionally, you have way to much anger and that can be a major distraction."
"Really? I thought that would help a lot?" She questioned.
"Well maybe sometimes," he answered, "But at other times, you just need to always be in control as much as possible. Especially around demons, they like to feed off of your human emotions."
She sighed, "Great."
Castiel looked at her with concern, "Maybe you should go to bed, you've been out here all day and if Dean decides to have you do more training tomorrow you're going to need sleep."
"But I have to focus, this is more important," She said.
"Alright I'll give you a choice, go take a hot shower and sleep, or I'll make you fall asleep and then you don't get your shower," He said.
"Really Cas?" She asked.
He reached his hand towards her, "No wait! I'll take the first option."
He smiled, "Then goodnight."
She rolled her eyes again and walked towards the house, "Goodnight."