"No darlin'."

Dean murmurs, guiding your hands as he tries to help you learn how to use a shotgun loaded with rock salt. You'd never let him teach you before since you always preferred your iron and silver knives, but he figured since he was teaching the rest of the damn rejects in this town, he might as well teach his girl too. Sam and Ellen had left the church basement you were hiding out in, seeking Jo and Rufus.

"See, fingers there."

Dean says, his hands gently holding yours. He smiles a bit, just watching your slightly annoyed face for a moment.

"You're so cute."

Dean's lips brush gently against your forehead, letting you hold the gun on your own.

"Can you try and aim it, pretty girl?"

You pick it up, pointing it at him. The safety was still on.

"You ain't funny."

Dean gives you a soft glare, trying to ignore how pretty your smile was.