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Late night training.
You had to impress your new foster father.
After what happened with the last one well, you try your best not to screw up again.
A man by the name of Dean Winchester took you home two nights ago.
He explained to you his job and what exactly your mission was.
Train hard, and fight God.
The three shots you fired all surrounded the region of the heart.
Not good enough.
"Up late," his gruff voice gave away he had just woken up.
"Like you said I have to be the best, so I'm going to be the best."
You turn back to your gun, eyes struggling to stay open.
"Here," Dean takes the gun from your hand, “Here, let me show you."
Stepping back, you let your new father train you into a weapon.
"How'd you beat me?" Sam tries to catch his breath while you saunter into the bunker.
"I'm used to living on the streets Sammy-Boy, and I can tell you one thing, you learn how to run."
"Y/N, get down here," Dean’s tone his normal stern façade.
"Yes Sir," knowingly you walked down to Dean.
You probably forgot to put some equipment away last night.
Stupid mistake.
"You've got to go with Cas for the rest of the day to work on angel stuff. And I don't want you back here 'till you've aced it. Understand?"
"Yes Sir." You give a small salute and head to your room.
You're fighting God. Stay sharp Y/N. Don't Disappoint.