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sirenspull_logs2012-08-18 01:43 am
failedparenting) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-08-18 01:43 am
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It's a Saturday night special
Who: Anya Lehnsherr and John Winchester
When: Friday afternoon
Where: A secluded bit of forest by the coast
Summary: Shooting, heart to hearts, and fried food
Warnings: Guns.
[It's one of the rare days Anya and John actually made plans for a shooting lesson. He would rather not admit it, but John always finds himself looking foreward to these days, when he can relax and teach like he had with Sam and Dean years ago.
The whole notion of teaching a teenage girl to shoot was uncomfortable, at first. Shouldn't kids her age be learning how to attract boys and and put on makeup? That's what girls do, right? In any case, she was persistent, and he finally caved. He's glad he did.
Something about teaching Anya made him feel proud. He'd always wanted a daughter, and doing this somehow filled that longing.
Dammit, it's creepy when he put it that way.
In any case, it's shooting day, and Anya's late. John is getting antsy, but he's been a little high strung all day so it's not a big thing. She'd never been this late before. Is she okay? Did she forget? Is there some guy he needs to kill?
Goddammit, man, don't think like that. To calm his frayed nerves, he fishes out a can of lukewarm beer from his backpack and cracks it open.]
When: Friday afternoon
Where: A secluded bit of forest by the coast
Summary: Shooting, heart to hearts, and fried food
Warnings: Guns.
[It's one of the rare days Anya and John actually made plans for a shooting lesson. He would rather not admit it, but John always finds himself looking foreward to these days, when he can relax and teach like he had with Sam and Dean years ago.
The whole notion of teaching a teenage girl to shoot was uncomfortable, at first. Shouldn't kids her age be learning how to attract boys and and put on makeup? That's what girls do, right? In any case, she was persistent, and he finally caved. He's glad he did.
Something about teaching Anya made him feel proud. He'd always wanted a daughter, and doing this somehow filled that longing.
Dammit, it's creepy when he put it that way.
In any case, it's shooting day, and Anya's late. John is getting antsy, but he's been a little high strung all day so it's not a big thing. She'd never been this late before. Is she okay? Did she forget? Is there some guy he needs to kill?
Goddammit, man, don't think like that. To calm his frayed nerves, he fishes out a can of lukewarm beer from his backpack and cracks it open.]