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Tobias was off hunting, which meant Rachel had some time to do some training. Her gun is at the bottom of her bag back at their campsite - which is where it's been since even before Tobias arrived. She hasn't lifted it in ages, much less practiced shooting, but there have been other things to do.

Forget the job at the farm. She didn't understand it anyway.

Morphing was all well and good but the difficult part only lasted thirty seconds, a few minutes at most. After that, her mind is free to wander. Rachel wants to be distracted, occupied but hiding behind the mind of her morph is... not an option. Not right.

It was stupid. A couple of ghosts and she already knew she couldn't fight them. What was she going to do? Research? Watch and learn? They didn't need her for that.

Gymnastics was good to keep her mind occupied. If she worked hard enough, she'd be too focused on her body to think much. And things are fine anyway, she'll stress herself out over nothing.

She didn't want to go anyway.

She'll work up to gymnastics. Right now, she's running on the road out of Metropolis, working up her heart rate, stretching before trying anything new.

It was a stupid job.

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"No, I'm a freakin' ballet dancer."

Dean folds brawny arms in front of himself and glares at her.

"Did you have a point in there anywhere?"

Brawny arms she would like to feed to him. Rachel makes a face like she's having the hardest damn time holding her words back, arms crossed just like his and glaring.

"Teach me. If you don't want me to take getting kicked out personally."

Dean stares at her.

"Teach you to fight. So that your feelings won't be hurt?"

"You asked me not to take it personally," Rachel snaps, stung by the words, glaring uncomfortably. "I'm telling you what to do so I won't."

She's about a half second from calling him an asshole herself and stomping off.

Dean stares at her some more.

Then turns back to the gun. "Forget it. What are you, twelve? I got work to do, Rachel. I got a hunt. Your hurt feelings are gonna have to wait."

He's got a hunt.

Rachel's lip curls, pride and ego stung as she turns her back sharply on Dean and jogs back through the trees.

It took five miles to forget how upset she was with Tobias. She's guessing it'll be another fifteen before she hates Dean less.