TRUST

"In my experience…only two things can happen when a beautiful woman brings you out to a field and hands you a gun. You're either gonna have the time of your life…or she's trying to kill you." Dean grinned as he popped the magazine into his pistol. He looked across the field at Alice as she set up empty glass bottles on an old foldout table. "Which one is it?"

"You talk as if you've been in this situation before," Alice called back to him from across the way. "Which one would make you the happiest?"

Dean answered back with a flirtatious grin. "Can I say both?" He let out a light laugh as Alice walked back over to him, giving him a questionable look. "So is this what we're doing? Are you gonna teach me how to shoot?" he asked after a second of looking things over.

Alice nodded and stood behind him, arms crossed over her chest. "I've seen you shoot, so yeah. I want you to start with the first four bottles. Rapid succession," she ordered, using her arm to gesture towards the bottles sitting at least a couple feet away.

Dean cocked a brow at first before shrugging. He still couldn't figure out why Alice dragged him out here, but he didn't mind too much. He never really had any time alone with her. So this had to be the first in a long while since they started their relationship.

"All right." Dean swiftly took aim with his pistol and held his breath. He focused his aim first before firing on the exhale. He did exactly what she wanted and pulled the trigger four times, watching the bottles shatter into tiny glass fragments. He smirked to himself and looked smugly at Alice. "How was that? Good enough for you?"

Alice snorted and smirked back at him. "You nearly missed the last bottle," she said with a quick, matter-of-fact tone.

"What?" Dean quickly looked back at the bottles but still didn't know what she was talking about. He had hit all four of them. "No, I didn't."

"You did. By the way the glass shattered more to the right, it looked like you just barely hit it." She walked ahead and gestured for him to follow. They headed over to the makeshift target practice area and moved to the back, where pieces of shattered glass now lay. She reached down and picked up a bottle that was missing half its side. "See what I mean? You just barely hit the right side of the bottle. Which is why it's mostly intact."

Baffled that she was right and had that keen of an eye, he took the bottle and stared at it. He gave it a squeeze, and it shattered in his hand.

Dean had never felt so self-conscious about his shooting abilities until that moment. "Well…I mean, I still hit it," he shrugged awkwardly. "That's what really matters, yeah?"

Alice's smirk slowly warmed into a smile, and she nodded in agreement. "Yes, bottom line… that's what really matters."

Dean turned around to head back when he noticed that Alice hadn't moved to follow him. He looked back at her and immediately picked up that something was wrong. She had a troubled look about her. She looked…almost guilty, which was also apparent in her voice.

"I've been a total bitch, haven't I?" she said out of the blue.

Dean stiffened when he heard those words. He was completely caught off guard and wasn't even sure if she was the one who spoke them. "No, well…um…" he wanted to laugh it off, but Alice's face was completely serious. It dawned on him in that second. That this was the whole reason why she dragged him out here.

"You and Cassie…I never realized until recently that I might've been…jealous." Alice began, her face cringing up with every word she said, like she was forcing them out of her.

Dean frowned and quickly approached her, putting his hands on her shoulders and squeezing her tightly. "No, Alice. Cassie and I…that was years ago. There's nothing between us now. Absolutely nothing. Yeah, it's kinda awkward but…" He shrugged shoulders because he couldn't deny how awkward things had been since they reunited.

"I know that. Weirdly enough...I know. But I can't help but feel like shit when I see you two, and then I get mad at myself and feel even worse," Alice said, sounding completely dejected. Clearly, it hurt her a lot to even admit that she was in the wrong.

Dean stared at her for a moment, saying nothing. He sighed after a time and leaned against the table the bottles were on. He reached out to her and slowly pulled her close by the waist. "Alice, if we're gonna make this work…I need you to start trusting me. I need you to start telling me when you're feeling uncomfortable about something. There is no reason to keep things to yourself anymore." He wasn't sure how to go about this situation between them, but he knew he had to be calm. He had to listen to her, but also advise her to be better and rely on him. To trust him.

Alice didn't hesitate to listen to his words and took every in. Accepting that this only happened because she was in the wrong. "I know that, but sometimes I can't help it. It's an old habit of mine that I didn't even realize I had until recently. Keeping things to myself. Bottling up it up."

"Can't say I blame you. It's hard to trust someone, especially since the last person you truly trusted was Aiden." Dean pointed out, and he understood that deep level of trust. He understood it because it mirrored him and Sam perfectly.

"Aiden wasn't the only one, Dean," Alice said, slowly glowing in confidence. She looked him dead in the eye and held his face between her hands. "You and Sam…you boys are the two I trust now. With everything. So… I'll try to open up more. Speak more about my discomforts. I trust you…so now it's my turn to give you a reason to trust me," she finished.

Dean smiled warmly at her firm resolve. "That's what I like to hear. That's my girl," he said and slowly brought her close, kissing her sweetly.