𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Being a new hunter is harder than you think. You could train for hours and hours but the second you’re face to face with the monster you’re hunting, the adrenaline makes it harder to fight. You’re overwhelmed with your heart pounding, your feet and hands going numb, your breath getting stuck in your lungs, and your shakey hands make it almost impossible to aim. You’re body is screaming at you to survive but the fear of facing a killer makes you freeze. A second too late and you can be dead. One mistake and the only thing left of you is memories in the minds of people you used to know.

This is what you feel going into every hunt. Full of confidence that quickly shatters when you meet the glowing eyes or sharp teeth of your target. You never got super injured or died, thankfully, because you recently met the Winchester boys and have been hunting with them. They save your ass every hunt. You know you’re an inconvenience to them but Sam insists on teaching you. Dean, on the other hand, wants you out of his way.

You just got to Bobbys house. You were spending the night here and continuing your long drive to a town you’ve never heard of in the morning.

You were on his property with a small hand gun practicing your aim. You want nothing more than to be able to hunt with Sam and Dean. Not just stand there while they do all the work and save your life in the process.

You pulled the trigger, missing your target of a beer bottle that sat perched ontop of rusty metal car parts. You took a deep breath before shooting again, missing.

“Damn it!” You groaned as a voice caught your attention.

“You’re too tense.” Dean called out as he leaned against the wooden pillar on the porch. He slowly descended the stairs and walked over to you, placing a hand on your hip “Relax.”