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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[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?