"Yeah, I can do that." Or so she hopes. Shifting the gun in her arms, she grabs a handful of bullets, and attempts to load the magazine. There's a lot of cursing, a loss of most of the bullets to the ground, and eventually a frustrated huff as she throws the shotgun onto the table to pull off the magazine and load it properly. It takes a few minutes, but she eventually gets it right and shoves the magazine back onto the shotgun.
Shouldering the weapon, Amelia meets Dean's gaze with a (mostly) controlled grimace. "There. Done. Can I shoot things now?" Why does she have to learn to load anyway? If things go wrong on a hunt, it's not like they'll have time to reload and try again. That's why they have holy water and she upgraded to silver knives, right?
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"Yeah, I can do that." Or so she hopes. Shifting the gun in her arms, she grabs a handful of bullets, and attempts to load the magazine. There's a lot of cursing, a loss of most of the bullets to the ground, and eventually a frustrated huff as she throws the shotgun onto the table to pull off the magazine and load it properly. It takes a few minutes, but she eventually gets it right and shoves the magazine back onto the shotgun.
Shouldering the weapon, Amelia meets Dean's gaze with a (mostly) controlled grimace. "There. Done. Can I shoot things now?" Why does she have to learn to load anyway? If things go wrong on a hunt, it's not like they'll have time to reload and try again. That's why they have holy water and she upgraded to silver knives, right?