#aim straight

[mishalogic]

Who cleans up the mess

when the males can't aim straight?

It's Mummy,

Just another job on her plate! ... Mummy's world

[castielscarma]

Aim Straight

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25535833/chapters/61958800  Aim Straight is finished! Thank you to everyone who has followed along and read this WIP. This is a case-fic with light angst, Dean being an idiot and a happy ending.  Rating: E 30k

Summary: A man dies in the woods. A couple gets back together again. Dean is not sure that any of those events are even remotely connected to anything supernatural but off Team Free Will goes to investigate. Little will Dean know that something will follow him back to the Bunker. Dean will have to pretend to save his life. But what will he do when he realizes that pretending is not only not enough, but that it's out of his hands?

[castielscarma]

Clamp down and nut up

Chapter 5 of “Aim Straight” is up! Only one chapter to go. Destiel. Rating E, 20k words. Dean does what anyone would do when they hear that the guy they've been in love with for years might love them back – he fucking panics. It rhymes badly with his need to storm and stomp but he manages to calm down somewhat and sneak back to his room instead like the self-controlling badass hunter he is. Door locked, Dean sinks down onto the bed. He knows Sam said that he should busy himself with something but in the state he's in, he finds even that difficult. He can't wash Baby now; he'll probably leave stripes on her or even worse, scratch her up. Maybe a movie wasn't such a bad idea. Maybe he should just go and tell Cas. His heart leaps at the idea, and his pulse ratchets up. He isn't sure if it's from excitement or fear. Probably both. Dean turns to one side. What does Sam know anyway? He's read in some dusty old tome that Dean might be cursed and now he just fires off what he thinks is a solution. So, if he confesses to Cas and Cas doesn't love him, he's dead, if the sheer embarrassment of it all doesn't kill him sooner. If he ignores the curse and says jackshit to Cas, he's dead. If he confesses to Cas that he loves him, that he's loved him for what feels like an eternity and Cas loves him back, that's... A burning sensation comes over his eyes. Dean rubs a hand over his face and swallows hard, but a lump forms in his throat, unyielding. Fucking feelings. If his eyes stop stinging then his throat goes at it instead. Read the rest here  https://archiveofourown.org/works/25535833/chapters/64256344

[timetotalkbeauty]

Keep your dignity.

[highwirecypress]

Aim Straight, Aim True || Archery

Archery, aka the hardest thing you’ve never thought about doing. Seriously, I knew it was going to be harder than spears and obviously harder than any sort of melee weapon. I mean as long as you had the strength to lift one without too much difficulty you had a shot. With the bow I found I had more than enough strength to draw the string back but everything after that was kind of a shit show.

My first attempt I could barely even keep the arrow straight against the bow. It ended up wildly misfiring and if there weren’t protective measure in place I might have had an early lead for number of kills. My hopes of trying to fire a second arrow even remotely quickly were dashed as my fingers fumbled the next arrow and I almost dropped it. With every mistake my fingers got a little clumsier and my face felt a little hotter. 

I decided to spend some time practicing just how to hold the arrow against the bow hoping that would help out. After probably ten minutes of just steadying the drawn arrow against just the frame of the bow I felt a little more confident with that. Aiming was a different story.

Arrow after arrow went flying in every direction one could manage. Over the target, to the left or right, diving into the floor, now I knew why careers practiced with some of the weapons for years before the games. Almost like trapeze, archery was like an art form that seemed to require a lot of patience and practice to master. Something that I didn’t have the time for.

An hour or so later with approximately 5 of my arrows in total hitting the target out of god knows how many I put the bow down. Not even taking into account a moving target or having to move myself I was struggling to hit centre of mass. Without a doubt the bow would be a last resort desperation weapon for me, and for my sake, and every other outlier, I hoped it wasn’t the only weapon supplied this year.

[bunitv]

Music Break: Aim Straight by Jojo Abot

[stardustylight]

Nicccce!!