Bullseye, Bitch. (Did I Stutter pt 3)
*roughly 20min later*
"Fine, I’m only doing this so you’ll shit the hell up!“ Dean snarled as you walked towards the gun range in the bunker.
Sam followed suit. He had set up the range a few minutes ago, but still wasn’t crazy about being involved in this. "I really wish you two hadn’t dragged me into the middle of this.” He huffed. “I just hope that this will either make you two get so pissed off, that you give each other the silent treatment, or that you’ll get your feelings out there so we can move on already.
” Dean flipped on the lights, and the range came to life. You had spent many hours down here. Not because you needed the practice, but because you loved it. The large smooth concrete walls, the high ceiling, the stillness and quiet, before you fired your weapon. It was simple, and it gave you space to think.
Sam stood in front of the both of you, explaining the rules. “I have divided, whatever this is, into three parts, each worth one point. First, you will take your choice of handgun. You will shoot a 5.5 in bullseye target from 25 yards. Closest mark takes the point. Next, you will have a sawed off with salt rounds. You will fave away from the target, until I yell ‘ghost’ , at which time, you will turn and shoot the body target, not taking time to perfect your aim. This is strictly reflex like it would be on a real hunt. Best grouping on the target takes the point. Lastly, with your handgun, you will face away from the body target. I will call out a part to hit, and you will turn and shoot. Again, reflex only. I will do a total of three parts, you will turn away and back each time. If you miss, the other person gets the point. If you tie, the accuracy of your shot will determine the winner. Understood?” Sam confirmed. You both nodded and took your place at the first stall.
Dean shot first, hitting the outer part of the center bullseye. Turning to look at you, “Bullseye, bitch."
You just rolled your eyes. "Easy there, Princess. I still have plenty of chances to hand your over confident ass to you.” You noted. “Sam, do I get an extra point if I can hit the exact mark that Dean did?”
He looked confused, but answered you anyway, “yea I guess, but do you really want to risk losing a point for that?”
Dean chuckled, “wow, you just really want to lose don’t you?” Ignoring both of them, you took your mark in the stall, raised your gun, steadied your self, and shot the bullet straight through the hole Dean had created just moments ago. It was like a scene from an old western.
“Pick your jaws up boys. It’s not polite to drool.” You said mockingly. The second round went over uneventfully. You both had equal groupings, pretty simple with a shotgun. The last round is where it came down to it. You had a one point lead on Dean, and it was crucial that it stayed that way. You tied on the first two shots Sam called. Bang. Bang. They both hit. Your fate now rested in the hands of your accuracy. You had to win this point.
Sam finished his inspection, and head towards you guys. “Okay. I have decided the winner.” He started, “but first please put the guns down.” He said only half joking. “Y/N, i’m sorry but it looks like Dean- ”
He got cut off by Dean’s hoopla, “Ha! In your face! Now out with it!”
"Couldn’t match your accuracy. You win!“ Sam finished.
Dean stopped his celebration, "Wait, What? Not cool man!"
"Oh I’m sorry, did I, did I hurt Mr. Big talk, Tough guy’s feelings?” You teased. “Hey get back here Winchester. A bet’s a bet. Let’s hear it. ”
A/N: there will be more to come. Should be up sometime tomorrow hopefully. Feel free to send any requests you may have :)