Ellen hefted the shotgun, smiling. She'd shot this gun many times, more than she'd care to remember. It hadn't been Dean, though, that had helped her lift it for the first time. It had been Jo that had taught her to shoot.
She adjusted her stance, setting her feet just like her mom had shown her, lifting the shotgun up. She exhaled, slowly, taking aim...and firing. She took her time, wanting to make Dean proud, wanting to show that she could handle herself.