Shooting things was always his favorite past-time, especially when they had a lag in cases and he needed to let loose some steam. Dean was known to get moody when he wasn't able to shoot enough ammo, into targets or otherwise. Today was her turn to shoot, and to learn - hopefully. Though she was useful in many, many other ways, teaching her modern things was like herding cats. He also happened to be the least patient teacher of all time.

"Hm." He licked his lips, squinting at the wooden targets many feet from them. "Just imagine you're taking out a witch or a vamp." Shrugging, he hands her the empty clip and slides the ammunition over. "But first, load the magazine."