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50prompts: Click, Click, Boom.
He had accompanied Jo to the shooting range, intending to just sit back and watch her fire her weapon at the targets and few times and then go out for lunch like they had intended. That was the plan, and as the days of him being off the habit passed - minus the one setback - following a plan helped Sam get through each day.
He was working himself, writing in a little journal that he had brought to write out how he was feeling when he started to get an urge. It was a secret journal that no one was supposed to be able to look in but him, and he always kept it hidden in his back pocket.
Lately, there were two major topics. Dean, of course, and how Sam was afraid to face him. The other was about the woman who stood in front of him, firing her gun at the target until it started to make the clicking noises of an empty chamber. He knew that the feelings that were surfacing were reminiscent of those from when they had been teenagers, but still. Sometimes when he looked into her eyes, he wondered if she was feeling the same things he was.
"Seriously, Harvelle? You think you're gonna be able to take out one of the Kings with that little pea shooter you're always carrying?" Detective Megan Damon walked over, her short cropped blonde hair cutting a sharp angle around her face as she pulled off her goggles. She pulled out a larger semi-automatic, holding it up for Jo to see. "A girl's gotta make a statement, after all, when you're running with this crowd."
Meg turned and put her goggles back on, turning to the target and firing off a round until the click click made her stop. Most of the shots were in the stomach and face, nearly perfect. Jo watched, trying not to scowl as Meg leaned back, blowing smoke from the end of her gun. "That's how it's supposed to be done."
"Well, I guess that just means I need to come here more often and practice." Jo grabbed her bag and looked over at Sam. "I'm done. Let's go."
"What's the rush, Harvelle?" Meg put a hand on Jo's shoulder. "We hadn't even gotten to the friendly banter and innocent betting yet."
"Not in the mood."
Sam watched from his spot as the two women exchanged words, and a few of the men gathered to listen as well. Soon his view was blocked and he stood up, sliding his book into his back pocket and pushing through the crowd a bit to get closer.
"I'm not going to play your games, Meg."
"What, afraid you'll lose?"
"To you?" Jo scoffed. "Yeah, right."
"Then what about it? One little round between you and me. You win, and you can name your prize. I win..." Meg looked over at Sam, licking her lips. "I win and I get to take your little charity case for a spin."
Sam's eyebrow rose as he watched Jo's temper raise. "No deal." She started to push her way past the crowd, grabbing Sam's hand and tugging him alone.
Meg started to laugh, as well as a few of the others around her. "That's it, Harvelle. Run away. Just because your daddy was good, that doesn't mean shit when it comes to you."
Sam felt Jo's hand tense around his and he stopped her. "Jo..."
"No, Sam. I want to go."
He shook his head. "Please. One minute?"
Shaking her head, she crossed her arms. "She's a bitch, Sam. Not worth the time."
"Jo, I promise. One minute."
She looked up at his puppy eyes and sighed. "Fine."
"Give me your gun."
"What?"
"Trust me?"
Jo bit her lip, then handed Sam her gun and the goggles. Sam went back over to the group gathered and made his way over to Meg. "I'm not some charity case. I'll take your challenge."
Meg tilted her head and a few of the guys laughed before she nodded. "Too easy. You realize if I win, which I will, you're going to be my little boy toy, right?"
"Yeah, I got that. And if I win, you're going to apologize in front of everyone here to Jo, and then leave her alone from now on. Deal?"
"Sure thing, sparky."
"Ladies first."
Sam watched nervously as Meg took her round, getting some very good scores. He felt Jo slowly slide up beside him, nervous. Finally Meg leaned back and the group cheered as her final score was tallied. "Alright, junkie. Beat that."
A new target was put up. Sam put his goggles on, taking up the familiar feel of the weapon in his hand as he got the weight set in where his shoulders and arms held themselves. He remembered Dean helping him learn when he was a teenager, just after Dean himself went to the academy.
We're all naturals, Sammy. Part of being a Winchester. Just feel the gun and she'll guide you.
Dean didn't know about how true it was. Sam didn't even need to aim. Even when he was high as a kite he always had perfect aim - something that a few dealers learned as their last lesson in life. But right now, this was about honor and respect. And it was something that Sam knew he could do.
He heard the clicking before he realized he had fired his first shot. No one really spoke as the target came back with the center of both areas completely blown away. Not a single shot in anything outside the deadly areas.
Smirking, Sam blew off the imaginary smoke and looked at Meg. "Boom."
"How did you?"
Jo smirked, taking the gun from Sam and putting it back in her holster. "Detective Damon, meet Sam Winchester; John Winchester's younger son."
"Dean's kid brother?" One of the men in the crowd asked. Sam nodded, and suddenly the gathering turned into stories about Dean's antics in the force from when he had first joined all the way through recent times. Sam listened, watching the faces of all those who held admiration for his big brother. Things that people probably never told him to his face. And suddenly Sam learned more about his brother's last decade of life than he knew, and there was a smile on his face.
"We should go, Sam," Jo said after awhile. "You haven't eaten yet."
"Well, there's one thing left to do." He looked over at Meg. "I think you owe Jo an apology."
Meg scowled, then took a deep breath. "I was just teasing you, Jo. No harm was meant in it. Just some friendly competition."
Jo shrugged a bit. "It's cool."
"And about her father?" Sam gave Meg a look.
Meg rolled her eyes. "I guess I was wrong about that too. If he can be as good as his dad, then you've probably got a lot of talent from yours too. I didn't mean to disrespect him like that."
Jo smiled and nodded, then pulled Sam back out to the parking lot. Sam stopped at the passanger door and his fingers played on the top of the hood, making Jo stop before she got in. "Sam?"
"After lunch... can we go to Dean's? I think it's about time I saw him."
Jo smiled at that. "Why don't we get something to go then and bring Dean some lunch as well?"
"He just might like that, as long as we remember to get him a slice of pie."
He was working himself, writing in a little journal that he had brought to write out how he was feeling when he started to get an urge. It was a secret journal that no one was supposed to be able to look in but him, and he always kept it hidden in his back pocket.
Lately, there were two major topics. Dean, of course, and how Sam was afraid to face him. The other was about the woman who stood in front of him, firing her gun at the target until it started to make the clicking noises of an empty chamber. He knew that the feelings that were surfacing were reminiscent of those from when they had been teenagers, but still. Sometimes when he looked into her eyes, he wondered if she was feeling the same things he was.
"Seriously, Harvelle? You think you're gonna be able to take out one of the Kings with that little pea shooter you're always carrying?" Detective Megan Damon walked over, her short cropped blonde hair cutting a sharp angle around her face as she pulled off her goggles. She pulled out a larger semi-automatic, holding it up for Jo to see. "A girl's gotta make a statement, after all, when you're running with this crowd."
Meg turned and put her goggles back on, turning to the target and firing off a round until the click click made her stop. Most of the shots were in the stomach and face, nearly perfect. Jo watched, trying not to scowl as Meg leaned back, blowing smoke from the end of her gun. "That's how it's supposed to be done."
"Well, I guess that just means I need to come here more often and practice." Jo grabbed her bag and looked over at Sam. "I'm done. Let's go."
"What's the rush, Harvelle?" Meg put a hand on Jo's shoulder. "We hadn't even gotten to the friendly banter and innocent betting yet."
"Not in the mood."
Sam watched from his spot as the two women exchanged words, and a few of the men gathered to listen as well. Soon his view was blocked and he stood up, sliding his book into his back pocket and pushing through the crowd a bit to get closer.
"I'm not going to play your games, Meg."
"What, afraid you'll lose?"
"To you?" Jo scoffed. "Yeah, right."
"Then what about it? One little round between you and me. You win, and you can name your prize. I win..." Meg looked over at Sam, licking her lips. "I win and I get to take your little charity case for a spin."
Sam's eyebrow rose as he watched Jo's temper raise. "No deal." She started to push her way past the crowd, grabbing Sam's hand and tugging him alone.
Meg started to laugh, as well as a few of the others around her. "That's it, Harvelle. Run away. Just because your daddy was good, that doesn't mean shit when it comes to you."
Sam felt Jo's hand tense around his and he stopped her. "Jo..."
"No, Sam. I want to go."
He shook his head. "Please. One minute?"
Shaking her head, she crossed her arms. "She's a bitch, Sam. Not worth the time."
"Jo, I promise. One minute."
She looked up at his puppy eyes and sighed. "Fine."
"Give me your gun."
"What?"
"Trust me?"
Jo bit her lip, then handed Sam her gun and the goggles. Sam went back over to the group gathered and made his way over to Meg. "I'm not some charity case. I'll take your challenge."
Meg tilted her head and a few of the guys laughed before she nodded. "Too easy. You realize if I win, which I will, you're going to be my little boy toy, right?"
"Yeah, I got that. And if I win, you're going to apologize in front of everyone here to Jo, and then leave her alone from now on. Deal?"
"Sure thing, sparky."
"Ladies first."
Sam watched nervously as Meg took her round, getting some very good scores. He felt Jo slowly slide up beside him, nervous. Finally Meg leaned back and the group cheered as her final score was tallied. "Alright, junkie. Beat that."
A new target was put up. Sam put his goggles on, taking up the familiar feel of the weapon in his hand as he got the weight set in where his shoulders and arms held themselves. He remembered Dean helping him learn when he was a teenager, just after Dean himself went to the academy.
We're all naturals, Sammy. Part of being a Winchester. Just feel the gun and she'll guide you.
Dean didn't know about how true it was. Sam didn't even need to aim. Even when he was high as a kite he always had perfect aim - something that a few dealers learned as their last lesson in life. But right now, this was about honor and respect. And it was something that Sam knew he could do.
He heard the clicking before he realized he had fired his first shot. No one really spoke as the target came back with the center of both areas completely blown away. Not a single shot in anything outside the deadly areas.
Smirking, Sam blew off the imaginary smoke and looked at Meg. "Boom."
"How did you?"
Jo smirked, taking the gun from Sam and putting it back in her holster. "Detective Damon, meet Sam Winchester; John Winchester's younger son."
"Dean's kid brother?" One of the men in the crowd asked. Sam nodded, and suddenly the gathering turned into stories about Dean's antics in the force from when he had first joined all the way through recent times. Sam listened, watching the faces of all those who held admiration for his big brother. Things that people probably never told him to his face. And suddenly Sam learned more about his brother's last decade of life than he knew, and there was a smile on his face.
"We should go, Sam," Jo said after awhile. "You haven't eaten yet."
"Well, there's one thing left to do." He looked over at Meg. "I think you owe Jo an apology."
Meg scowled, then took a deep breath. "I was just teasing you, Jo. No harm was meant in it. Just some friendly competition."
Jo shrugged a bit. "It's cool."
"And about her father?" Sam gave Meg a look.
Meg rolled her eyes. "I guess I was wrong about that too. If he can be as good as his dad, then you've probably got a lot of talent from yours too. I didn't mean to disrespect him like that."
Jo smiled and nodded, then pulled Sam back out to the parking lot. Sam stopped at the passanger door and his fingers played on the top of the hood, making Jo stop before she got in. "Sam?"
"After lunch... can we go to Dean's? I think it's about time I saw him."
Jo smiled at that. "Why don't we get something to go then and bring Dean some lunch as well?"
"He just might like that, as long as we remember to get him a slice of pie."
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