The laughter makes her cheeks flush bright red. She's so flustered she can't look at him as she raises the shotgun again. "I slowed him down so you could get him for me, obviously."

Such bravado doesn't really help her here, but she's not going to just let him have that one. Jerk.

"But that's why we're here to practice, right? So I can get better at this." She doesn't wait for an answer before firing again. It's still a shit shot and she huffs a small, frustrated sound at the miss.

Dean always makes it look easy. True, he has years of practice, but that doesn't mean she's thinking about it right now. "Dreams, why is this so damn hard?" Another three shots in rapid succession to empty the clip, all with the same results as before. Amelia takes the gun in both hands and throws it to the ground angrily before taking a knife out of her boot and whipping it at the target. Without even aiming, she nails the center of it.

Fuck. Why is shooting so much harder than throwing her knives?!