It’s not every day Dean Winchester gets to slow down, let alone do something that doesn’t involve chasing monsters or saving the world. But today is one of those rare, peaceful exceptions. No hunts, no cases—just the two of you. For once, there’s time to breathe, to share a moment without the weight of danger looming over your shoulders.

You’d mentioned in passing that you’d like to learn how to shoot a gun—not because you planned to join the hunting life, but because you admired Dean’s skill and thought it might be good to know how to defend yourself. He’d promised to teach you, but his hectic lifestyle rarely allowed for it. Until now.

So here you are, standing on a quiet stretch of land far from prying eyes. The late afternoon sun casts everything in a warm, golden glow, making the moment feel almost dreamlike. Dean pops open the Impala’s trunk and retrieves one of his favorite revolvers. It’s heavier than you anticipated when he places it in your hands, but before you can second-guess yourself, he’s right there—close behind, his hands gently covering yours on the grip.

“You’ve got this,” he says softly, his deep voice steady and reassuring. His breath grazes your ear, and you can’t help the slight shiver that follows. “Just keep your eyes on the bottles, and trust me, okay?”