014 ☣ leave your jewels in the bank and buy a revolver

[fridgetothefire]

[Spam for Dean, wibbly wobbly time backdated to earlier this month]

[They're putting tools away, screwdrivers and wirecutters tucked in their places, when Anya bites her lip, her eyes flicking across to Dean occasionally, then scuttling away.]

So. You shoot, right?

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[surfaceshine]

[Dean likes Anya - she's not the one he watches to take off with tools or to cause trouble, so he's not paying a whole lot of attention to what she's doing. He does an inventory twice daily, anyway, but he's got better things to do than babysit people who haven't given him any reason to study their every move.

Oh, wait, he actually doesn't, but he still can't be bothered on the whole.]

Hm? [Glancing over, the hunter laughs, though not unkindly. His Colt is sitting right this moment comfortably in the waistband of his jeans at the low of his back.] Yeah, I shoot. Why?

[fridgetothefire]

Would you teach me? It seems like it might be. Important, soon.

[Shoulders down, eyes up, wide with banked, cautious hope.]

[surfaceshine]

[It's not that Dean doesn't realize the wide-eyed hope is probably a tactic, so much as he wouldn't need it to agree to this.

The answer is, of course, simple. He raises an eyebrow at her anyway.]

Yeah, I guess it does. Lua okay with it?