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E/O Challenge: Copy

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine :(

I don't exactly remember when it said that Dean knew how to shoot... Just think of this as some extra training :D

"Okay, just copy my moves."

Ten year old Dean aimed the rifle at the target, mimicking his father, and looked up. "Like this?"

John nodded, then pulled the trigger. The bang echoed, but being far in the forest, John was positive no one heard.

Dean, seeing his father's bullet go through the direct center of the target, aimed his own gun again and pulled the trigger.

The bullet wasn't far off from the center, and Dean turned, grinning. "'M gonna be just like you, dad."

John ignored the sick, twisted feeling in his gut and smiled back. "Maybe, son. Maybe."

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