But then you assured me...

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WHO: Miranda Lotto, Dean Winchester.
WHAT: Miranda is going to learn how to use a gun and Dean is her teacher.
WHERE: The Park.
WHEN: ... Whatever day today is. xD

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Sam took care of the paperwork whereas Dean was the door-to-door salesman. He didn't have the puppy dog eyes, or the soft, calm voice. However, he had the hip swagger, the glint in his eye, that cocky grin that girls went crazy for, and if that didn't work, he could just threaten the sonuvabitch to tell him what the fuck was going on

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Miranda looked up when she heard a man's voice, and she spotted Dean as he approached her. She stood up, quickly, and looked over at him with a shy smile. "Y-yeah, I am.." She replied, feeling just slightly nervous about it all, really. With her luck, she might accidently shoot somebody. But thank god the park was pretty much empty, right?

And this man seemed like he'd have known what he was doing. He talked like he did in the journals. The only worry she had, really, was that she'd be terrible at it and have to try again at another weapon.She'd been told to find a way to defend herself, and she was going to do it.

Even if she had to keep trying and trying at different things.

"My name is Miranda," She introduced, since she was pretty sure she hadn't told him in the journals when he'd offered his services.

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She stood up, allowing Dean to get a good look at her. Woman looked miserable to say the least, but behind all that hair, all that sorrow looked like a smoking hot woman ala Basketcase ala Breakfast Club. Not as if Dean watched those teen movies in his spare time. Late at night. When Sam was sleeping.

"Miranda? Cute name," he replied, getting immediately to work. He dropped his bag on the bench beside her, and unzipped it, looking through for what they needed.

"I'm Dean," the hunter introduced himself as he started to assemble a gun, and load it in front of the young woman.

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Miranda folded her hands together, watching Dean pull out the weapons they would need for this. He certainly seemed to know what he was doing. Unlike her. She had no idea what to do when it came to guns. Luckily, this man seemed to.

She lifted her right hand to her lips, biting at her thumbnail as she watched Dean assemble the guns they would need. "It's.. It's nice to meet you, Dean.." She said, brushing her hair behind her ears and getting it out of the way so she could properly observe how he put it together. She might as well learn how to do that, even if she may end up being absolutely horrible with the things.