Croatoan Part 5/?
Disclaimer: Supernatural and tis characters belong to eric kripke and the cw
Warnings: Use of weapons...? if thats worth warning about... mild (very mild) language
Parts: One, Two, Three, Four.
Alice walked ahead of Jeremy, Dean walked beside Alice, and Alex was standing in the middle of the three of them. Everyone besides Alex was carrying some type of weapon. Dean was wearing a leg-holster that held his .45 pistol. A pump-action shotgun sat slung over his shoulder, and a knife was tucked into the side of his belt. Jeremy had a standard double barrel shotgun on his shoulders, and his hand gripped the knife at his side.
Alice walked with her assault rifle bumping against the back of her legs, the strap of the rifle tangling with the straps of her duffle bag. She wore a leg holster that held a semi-automated pistol that was all silver. She also wore a sheathed knife, attached to the inside of her boot and it was covered by the mouth of her jeans. Alice had had both her gun and her knife since she was younger, and she always took great care of both. The rifle was added when her father passed.
“So, uh, were exactly are we going?” Dean asked. His head swiveled back and forth, trying to spot the mystery destination.
“It’s the old percolation ponds,” Alice began to explain. She stepped over the rusted bumper of an old car. “The lakes have dried up, so if any Croats decide to show up, we have somewhere to dump them.” Dean gave alike a confused and questioning look. “Hey,” she defended, “it’s a hell of a lot easier to push a bunch of Croats into a hole than it is to kill them all, even if the holes only hold them off a few minutes. It could be the difference between life and death.” Alice shrugged. “Besides, I haven’t seen a Croat over there in a little over seven months. They’re not very popular over here anymore.”
“Alright,” Dean gave in and continued to look ahead.
When they reached the ponds, Dean saw why this was the ideal place to practice shooting. Not only were there open holes and wide space to roam around in, but the entire perimeter of the ponds were covered in tall trees and over grown bushes and grasses. The visibility from outside is close to none, which might explain why Dean hadn’t been able to see it while they were walking.
Alice dropped her duffle to the floor and pried it open. She pulled out three old road signs, all of which had crude targets spray-painted to the front. She picked up all three of them in her hand and walked over to a group of trees and placed one target in each tree.
“Jeremy,” she called. Jeremy set Alex down and walked over to where Alice was. Dean picked Alex up and bounced her lightly in his arms. Jeremy and Alice talk, Jeremy nodded, and then he swung his shotgun from his back into his hands. He looked down at his feet and positioned them. Then he turned to face the tree, took a deep breath, and fired. The first shot was just off center, hitting the second ring of the target. The second shot, however, went straight through the mark, sending a sharp ping through the air.
“Nice shot, kiddo,” Alice said. She clapped him on the shoulder and walked towards the target. She let her fingers run over the holes in the metal and she smiled to herself. She turned back to Jeremy to find that Dean had walked over and stood next to him. Dean was holding Alex and she was resting her head in the crook of his neck, looking content and sleepy.
“Kid’s a pretty good shot,” Dean commented, looking at Alice, but shooting Jeremy a quick smile.
“I-I used to go to the shooting range every now and then with my dad, before the world was all…” Jeremy waved his hand in the air and gestured to his surroundings. “It’s no big deal, really.”
Dean shrugged and handed Alex to Jeremy. He let his shotgun hang again and cradled Alex in his arms, talked to her softly, and headed to a tree for shade. Dean smiled at Alice.
“Mind if try?” he asked.
“Oh don’t pretend like you’ve never shot before,” she scoffed, “I’m sure all those demons and ghost would beg to differ.” Dean just smiled and unclipped his pistol from its holster. He raised the gun and released six bullets. He then lowered his gun and looked at Alice, nodding towards the target. Alice gave him a suspicious look and walked to the target. As she got closer, she realized that there were only a four bullet holes out of the six fired.
“What, did you miss?” she teased.
“How about you look a little closer at two of those holes, kid,” Dean shouted back.
As Alice turned back to the metal, she noticed that two of the four holes were larger than the others. She turned back to Dean and let her jaw drop.
“You can’t be serious,” she said as she trudged back to where Dean stood. “Was that intentional or…” she trailed off, lost for words.
“Of course it was intentional,” he laughed, “No one has that dumb of luck. And what are trying to say, that I have no aim? I can put a stupid bullet through another bullet hole, thank you very much!” Dean crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head up in an offended matter.
“Sorry your highness,” Alice joked. “I didn’t mean to bruise your ego.”
“Shut up,” Dean snapped back, a thin smile spreading across his lips. “Let’s see the damage that a fifteen-year-old girl stuck in the post-apocalyptic world can do.” He stepped aside and swept his hand out to where he stood. Alice scoffed and filled his position. She raised her own pistol and let off her own six rounds. She lowered her gun and looked at Dean, tilting her head towards the target. He raised his eyebrows and walked towards the target.
It was his turn to be confused and there was one bullet hole in the center of the target, and four others surrounding it in a perfect circle.
“Yeah,” Alice shouted in his direction, “It was intentional!” Dean shook his head and walked back to Alice.
“Alright, alright, not bad, kid, not bad.” Alice snapped her gun back into her holster and walked back to where Alex and Jeremy sat. Alex had drifted off into a light slumber, and Jeremy cradled her while he simultaneously read. Alice squatted and rummaged through the duffle and came up with a small can of orange spray paint.
“Some more target practice, yeah?” she said as she walked towards a tree.
“Okay,” Dean said, following her, “where the hell do you get all of this stuff? Guns, paint, clothes, food, and exactly how many stores do you have locked down?”
“I mostly have grocery stores locked down so the Croats don’t get in and infect the food. Besides that, not much else is locked down. Other stores are just left alone. Croats don’t really have that much of a need for spray paint and buttons, or a change of clothes for that matter, so most department and clothing stores are virtually untouched. It’s just a matter of breaking in and taking what you need,” Alice answered without turning around. After she had completed a target on the bark of a tree, she stood back about seven feet.
“What are you doing?” Dean asked calmly. Without answering, Alice bent down and retrieved her knife from her boot. She smoothed the blade between her fingers, examining it thoroughly. Then, without warning, she drew her arm back and flung the knife at the tree. The blade embedded itself a good two and a half inches into the bark of the tree before it stopped. Alice smiled.
“That,” she answered. “I’m doing that.” She walked over to the tree and retrieved inspected her knife. It hit the dead center of the target. “Your turn,” she said as she made her way past Dean.
“I don’t have a throwing knife. This one,” he patted his side where the knife sat in his belt, “is a very special blade, made for plunging into demons and flesh only.”
“Fine.” She grabbed her knife in its sheath and tossed them both at Dean. “Use mine then.” Dean caught the sheathed knife one handed. He removed the knife from its hold in leather and weighed it in his hand. Then he shifted the knife so that the blade was held between his five fingers, drew his arm back, and let the blade fly from his hand. It did summersaults in the air before hitting the tree, sinking into the bark. Both Dean and Alice walked over to the tree and examined the entry marks. Dean also hit the center mark, but his embedment lay one inch away from Alice’s, lining up exactly parallel.
“Damn,” Alice breathed.
“Holy crap, those are close,” Jeremy said. He was still carrying Alex in his arms. Both Alice and Dean jumped. Neither of them had noticed that Jeremy had begun observing them halfway into their competition. “You guys are both way too competitive for your own good. But good aim, both of you.” Jeremy walked away, still whispering soothing things to Alex. Dean and Alice smiled at each other. Dean pulled the knife from the bark and handed Alice her holster and knife.
Part Six
Warnings: Use of weapons...? if thats worth warning about... mild (very mild) language
Parts: One, Two, Three, Four.
Alice walked ahead of Jeremy, Dean walked beside Alice, and Alex was standing in the middle of the three of them. Everyone besides Alex was carrying some type of weapon. Dean was wearing a leg-holster that held his .45 pistol. A pump-action shotgun sat slung over his shoulder, and a knife was tucked into the side of his belt. Jeremy had a standard double barrel shotgun on his shoulders, and his hand gripped the knife at his side.
Alice walked with her assault rifle bumping against the back of her legs, the strap of the rifle tangling with the straps of her duffle bag. She wore a leg holster that held a semi-automated pistol that was all silver. She also wore a sheathed knife, attached to the inside of her boot and it was covered by the mouth of her jeans. Alice had had both her gun and her knife since she was younger, and she always took great care of both. The rifle was added when her father passed.
“So, uh, were exactly are we going?” Dean asked. His head swiveled back and forth, trying to spot the mystery destination.
“It’s the old percolation ponds,” Alice began to explain. She stepped over the rusted bumper of an old car. “The lakes have dried up, so if any Croats decide to show up, we have somewhere to dump them.” Dean gave alike a confused and questioning look. “Hey,” she defended, “it’s a hell of a lot easier to push a bunch of Croats into a hole than it is to kill them all, even if the holes only hold them off a few minutes. It could be the difference between life and death.” Alice shrugged. “Besides, I haven’t seen a Croat over there in a little over seven months. They’re not very popular over here anymore.”
“Alright,” Dean gave in and continued to look ahead.
When they reached the ponds, Dean saw why this was the ideal place to practice shooting. Not only were there open holes and wide space to roam around in, but the entire perimeter of the ponds were covered in tall trees and over grown bushes and grasses. The visibility from outside is close to none, which might explain why Dean hadn’t been able to see it while they were walking.
Alice dropped her duffle to the floor and pried it open. She pulled out three old road signs, all of which had crude targets spray-painted to the front. She picked up all three of them in her hand and walked over to a group of trees and placed one target in each tree.
“Jeremy,” she called. Jeremy set Alex down and walked over to where Alice was. Dean picked Alex up and bounced her lightly in his arms. Jeremy and Alice talk, Jeremy nodded, and then he swung his shotgun from his back into his hands. He looked down at his feet and positioned them. Then he turned to face the tree, took a deep breath, and fired. The first shot was just off center, hitting the second ring of the target. The second shot, however, went straight through the mark, sending a sharp ping through the air.
“Nice shot, kiddo,” Alice said. She clapped him on the shoulder and walked towards the target. She let her fingers run over the holes in the metal and she smiled to herself. She turned back to Jeremy to find that Dean had walked over and stood next to him. Dean was holding Alex and she was resting her head in the crook of his neck, looking content and sleepy.
“Kid’s a pretty good shot,” Dean commented, looking at Alice, but shooting Jeremy a quick smile.
“I-I used to go to the shooting range every now and then with my dad, before the world was all…” Jeremy waved his hand in the air and gestured to his surroundings. “It’s no big deal, really.”
Dean shrugged and handed Alex to Jeremy. He let his shotgun hang again and cradled Alex in his arms, talked to her softly, and headed to a tree for shade. Dean smiled at Alice.
“Mind if try?” he asked.
“Oh don’t pretend like you’ve never shot before,” she scoffed, “I’m sure all those demons and ghost would beg to differ.” Dean just smiled and unclipped his pistol from its holster. He raised the gun and released six bullets. He then lowered his gun and looked at Alice, nodding towards the target. Alice gave him a suspicious look and walked to the target. As she got closer, she realized that there were only a four bullet holes out of the six fired.
“What, did you miss?” she teased.
“How about you look a little closer at two of those holes, kid,” Dean shouted back.
As Alice turned back to the metal, she noticed that two of the four holes were larger than the others. She turned back to Dean and let her jaw drop.
“You can’t be serious,” she said as she trudged back to where Dean stood. “Was that intentional or…” she trailed off, lost for words.
“Of course it was intentional,” he laughed, “No one has that dumb of luck. And what are trying to say, that I have no aim? I can put a stupid bullet through another bullet hole, thank you very much!” Dean crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head up in an offended matter.
“Sorry your highness,” Alice joked. “I didn’t mean to bruise your ego.”
“Shut up,” Dean snapped back, a thin smile spreading across his lips. “Let’s see the damage that a fifteen-year-old girl stuck in the post-apocalyptic world can do.” He stepped aside and swept his hand out to where he stood. Alice scoffed and filled his position. She raised her own pistol and let off her own six rounds. She lowered her gun and looked at Dean, tilting her head towards the target. He raised his eyebrows and walked towards the target.
It was his turn to be confused and there was one bullet hole in the center of the target, and four others surrounding it in a perfect circle.
“Yeah,” Alice shouted in his direction, “It was intentional!” Dean shook his head and walked back to Alice.
“Alright, alright, not bad, kid, not bad.” Alice snapped her gun back into her holster and walked back to where Alex and Jeremy sat. Alex had drifted off into a light slumber, and Jeremy cradled her while he simultaneously read. Alice squatted and rummaged through the duffle and came up with a small can of orange spray paint.
“Some more target practice, yeah?” she said as she walked towards a tree.
“Okay,” Dean said, following her, “where the hell do you get all of this stuff? Guns, paint, clothes, food, and exactly how many stores do you have locked down?”
“I mostly have grocery stores locked down so the Croats don’t get in and infect the food. Besides that, not much else is locked down. Other stores are just left alone. Croats don’t really have that much of a need for spray paint and buttons, or a change of clothes for that matter, so most department and clothing stores are virtually untouched. It’s just a matter of breaking in and taking what you need,” Alice answered without turning around. After she had completed a target on the bark of a tree, she stood back about seven feet.
“What are you doing?” Dean asked calmly. Without answering, Alice bent down and retrieved her knife from her boot. She smoothed the blade between her fingers, examining it thoroughly. Then, without warning, she drew her arm back and flung the knife at the tree. The blade embedded itself a good two and a half inches into the bark of the tree before it stopped. Alice smiled.
“That,” she answered. “I’m doing that.” She walked over to the tree and retrieved inspected her knife. It hit the dead center of the target. “Your turn,” she said as she made her way past Dean.
“I don’t have a throwing knife. This one,” he patted his side where the knife sat in his belt, “is a very special blade, made for plunging into demons and flesh only.”
“Fine.” She grabbed her knife in its sheath and tossed them both at Dean. “Use mine then.” Dean caught the sheathed knife one handed. He removed the knife from its hold in leather and weighed it in his hand. Then he shifted the knife so that the blade was held between his five fingers, drew his arm back, and let the blade fly from his hand. It did summersaults in the air before hitting the tree, sinking into the bark. Both Dean and Alice walked over to the tree and examined the entry marks. Dean also hit the center mark, but his embedment lay one inch away from Alice’s, lining up exactly parallel.
“Damn,” Alice breathed.
“Holy crap, those are close,” Jeremy said. He was still carrying Alex in his arms. Both Alice and Dean jumped. Neither of them had noticed that Jeremy had begun observing them halfway into their competition. “You guys are both way too competitive for your own good. But good aim, both of you.” Jeremy walked away, still whispering soothing things to Alex. Dean and Alice smiled at each other. Dean pulled the knife from the bark and handed Alice her holster and knife.
Part Six