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Chapter 22: The Wizard And Her Wand

"I'll let Sam know you're good to go." He informed you as he rolled the sleeve back down on your behalf. You were both in the infirmary again, and you were sitting up on the examination table, Dean standing directly in front of you.

"So I passed Doc?" You joked.

"Yeah... You're in good health." Dean added sarcastically back at you. "Just remember, he's only teaching you the basics..." He considered you for a moment and you glanced at him in confusion. Looking at his watch, he spoke again, "Let's go to the garage."

The garage? You really weren't interested in another car lesson and you protested. "You want to show me more car stuff?" You asked as you jumped down from the table onto the concrete floor.

Dean had quickly grabbed both your arms to support you as you had moved. "Nope, I'm going to fit you with a gun..."

You sighed, running your hand down your face from your temple, finally resting it just below your bottom lip, spreading across your chin and jaw line. "I thought I was starting with the basics. You know, fists and punches?"

"You are... I never said you were going to shoot today. Just get a feel for it. We have to find you one that's the right size. I might not even have one that will fit your hands." Dean grabbed your right hand with that. "You're right handed, yeah?"

"Yeah..." You quietly agreed.

Sam was currently doing a supply run. He had left before you'd even had the chance to talk to him that morning. And you were slightly disappointed that he hadn't asked you to join him. You would have jumped at the chance to step out of the bunker for a while. But it had also meant you were left alone with Dean and you didn't mind that, until now.

"Come on." And still holding your right hand, Dean dragged you out of the infirmary and towards the stairs that lead up into the garage.

The bunker had a really weird layout, and even though you had lived here for months now. You still sometimes got confused with the halls that all looked the same. The placement of the garage had always baffled you too, as it was on a level in between the main floor that the three of you resided on and the landing that lead to outside.

As soon as you arrived at the back end of Baby, Dean opened the boot and its secret compartment, revealing all the weapons and gadgets he kept there. Some of them, you didn't even recognise what they were, or their purpose, and you thought it better to not ask in case Dean also gave you a lesson on all the different toys he owned.

Dean looked over to you, his eyes sparkling in delight. While you rolled yours and folded your arms under you chest. "Do you have enough guns?"

"Nope" Dean grinned back at you.

In the secret compartment, one of the weapons sitting before you was about to become your very first. But before you agreed to hold one, you wanted to get the smug look off of his face. So you went for a Harry Potter reference, knowing he hated when you and Sam ever mentioned the teenage wizard. "Okay Ollivander. Is it the wand that chooses the wizard, or the wizard who chooses the wand?"

Dean stared at you for a minute. "The wand chooses the wizard sweetheart, but the wand's size doesn't matter, it's how the wizard uses it." A bigger grin spread across his face.

Your sigh was loud. "I walked right into that."

Dean turned back to the boot of the car and reached over to a smaller looking firearm. He turned back to you and placed it in your right hand, helping you adjust your fingers around the grip, and explained how you should squeeze the trigger when you go to fire it.

Dean was happy he had found you the perfect fit, and he made you carry it around with you, in the same manner he did between his back and waistband, for the rest of the damn day. "To get the feel for it." He had said again.