A.N. I do not own Supernatural or So Weird.
After three weeks, Fi had gotten the little bug to start and run, given a rusty old camaro enough of a tune up to go to the grocery store and back before it needed a jump, and archived several automotive manuals into her computer in case she needed to review them. "So, are my skills okay enough now?"
Bobby snorted and looked at the girl. "For now. You still have a hell of a lot more to learn, but it will do. You ever shot a gun?"
"Yeah," Fi answered quickly. "I had a gun on me when we met again, remember?"
"Let me rephrase that; have you ever shot a gun at a living-or undead-target and hit them on purpose?" Bobby pressed, looking her dead in her eyes to make sure she was telling the truth.
"Well…" Sighing, Fi bit her lip and looked away. "I fired in the nest, and I think I hit one, but I was just… I panicked."
"No kidding. Come on." The older hunter led the way back inside where he had laid out an assortment of her weapons and his own. "You're gonna learn to disassemble 'em, clean 'em, put 'em back together, load 'em, and after that, we'll head back out and you'll learn the right way to fire 'em. Got it?"
Looking over the array of guns, Fi nodded. "Alright."