Alessandra Korkunova had joined up with the Candor Legal Services and finally moved her things in her new apartment to start to settle down nicely. Things were about to change. She had explored the business district, socialized with some of the local residents and was even able to get the chance to speak briefly with Godfather-Chairman Luis Patangeli. She had been kindly welcomed after making her presence known at one of his establishments. Alessandra was now on her way to meet up with Dean Winchester, whose name was well known among the streets apparently. She once dropped by his butcher shop and the rest is history. They agreed on seeing each other again in the hopes of getting to know each other more. She also wanted to ask for a huge favour. 

Her personal driver dropped her off at the place they agreed to meet at. It was a cafe favoured by many for the delicious pastries and well made lattes. Alessandra had never been here before but Dean had suggested it so it must be good. "I'll pay. Don't even think about taking your wallet out right now..." She looked at his hands that dug into his pockets before looking him in the eye again. She gave a soft smile. "My treat since I got my first pay check from work. What will you be having?" The menu was extensive. There were all sorts of food for the savoury and sweet lovers. Alessandra was a sweet tooth and she opted for a lemon slice with a cup of coffee. "Lots of cream, lots of sugar. Thanks hon," she ordered. 

The waitress then waited for the man sitting across Alessandra to order. She recommended a chocolate croissant since that was a popular thing to order. The waitress busied herself as she started to listen to what he wanted, jotting them down on her little notepad. When she went away, Alessandra began to look around, making sure that no one was trying to eavesdrop. "I need a favour, sir. I know that I'm new and probably a little inexperienced to you, but I'm willing to learn. I was wondering if..." 

As Dean takes his seat he is happy to finally be away from work and even happier to be acquainted by such a stunning accomplice. When it is his time to order he chuckles at the chocolate croissant, "Ahh I'm allergic to chocolate but I would love to have a vanilla croissant please with a cup of coffee, if you have alcohol please put a splash of rum in it as well." the waitress nods and heads off to the back to put the order in.

Dean notices Alessandra look around before leaning in, and she beings to speak " I was wondering if..." a waiter serving the next table drops all the plates he was carrying all over the people he was serving. Dean shakes his head then leans back in " I'm sorry ma'am what we're you trying to ask me before you were interrupted?"

Just as Alessandra was about to finish her sentence, a lady from the next table screamed out in horror as a plate of mashed potatoes spilled all over her sweater. By the obvious look of anger on her face, the waiter was expecting to get an earful. People had stopped their conversation and dramatically whipped their head around to witness the mini argument between the lady and the waiter. No one questioned it. It wasn't long before everyone got bored of the scene and they resumed to talking and eating their meals. Meanwhile, Alessandra was asked again by Dean about what she was trying to say. "Uh... anyways... hah," she turned her attention away from the potato disaster, "I was wondering if you could teach me... everything you know about guns? And fighting?" 

She had thought long and hard before asking him. He was the first person that Alessandra felt comfortable and safe around so it was no surprise that she was now asking him to be her mentor. Alessandra was usually the one doing the mentoring at her modelling agency. The tables had turned now. Mentor turned mentee. 

Dean laughed, "Ahh here I was thinking you were going to ask me to take care of someone for you. If that's all you need easily yes." Dean turns as the waitress bring them their food and coffee. "Ahh thank you ma'am, and thanks for not making me look like that lady over there." Dean motions to the mash potato lady still fussing about her sweater she was wearing. Wasn't very cute from the start so the waiter didn't mess it up more. Once the waitress laughs and leaves the table Dean turns his attention back to Alessandra, "So when were you hoping to start learning? I've a small matter to attend to tonight, but tomorrow I'm free in the morning."

The waitress that had taken their orders earlier finally came back. She was careful not to spill anything which Dean looked grateful for. Rest assured, Alessandra trusted him not to make a scene unlike the lady with the ugly Christmas sweater. Alessandra Korkunova was excited to chow down on her lemon slice. "It's okay." She had tasted better ones, but this one was good enough to make her feel full for the rest of the day. As Dean began to ask when she she wanted to start, Alessandra took out her schedule planner from her backpack. She opened up the dainty black notebook to a page of the current week. 

She traced a finger along the page before she stopped it to the second of July. "Oh! I'm free the day after tomorrow. Where should we meet to start practice?" Alessandra had only passed by one public shooting range in the short time that she had been in Philadelphia but she knew that he probably had his own private area for all his gun training needs. She felt dehydrated after her lemon slice. Alessandra picked up her cup of hot coffee and took a sip. 

Dean takes a bit of his croissant, " Umm this is very good!" Dean didn't come from wealth like Alessandra so to him everything was better than what he grew up eating. Dean watches as Alessandra takes out her planner, and starts scanning over it so organized she was. Unlike Dean who just kind of winged most things unless his secretary reminded him so he takes out a pen and writes the date on his hand.

"I know a place not far from my butcher shop, if you just wanna meet me there and we can take a stroll to the place. Cops don't come by much and we can go over a couple different weapons." Dean then takes a sip of his coffee, "uhh" god Dean hated coffee but he didn't really look over the menu much when they first sat down so he was going to have to suffer through this cup.

The date and location was settled and agreed upon. Alessandra stood up slowly, gave a brief nod and smiled. "I look forward to meeting you again Deaney." Then she headed out feeling somewhat accomplished. She was ready for a challenge like this. She hadn't had a challenge since the preparation of the business plan for her modelling agency. A gush of wind blew past her and she hugged her coat closer to her chest. Luckily she was able to hail a cab and escape the cold. Sleep was not in her priorities that night as she started to imagine all types of scenarios on that specific day. "I'm ready," she whispered before snoozing. 

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"Good morning! Brought two coffees for us. Caffeine will make me energized," she smiled tiredly as she passed one of the coffee cups to DeanWinchester-. It was still steaming hot. As the day was just starting, she was still half asleep especially because she had spent the previous nights before the current thinking about all the 'what-if' scenarios. She took a sip of her coffee, then continued. "What if... I shoot a finger off?" Regretting that she had even said that in the first place, she hid her face behind the coffee cup in a subtle manner and hoped he wouldn't say anything too scary. 

Dean arrives to the spot under the bridge with a nice view of the river, rather late. He hoped Alessandra would forgive him, she hardly mentions it though between giving him a warm cup of coffee and talk about blasting her own finger off. Dean couldn't help but laugh at this though, then stopped.. well fuck what if she does. "Thanks for the joe Alessandra, now lets hope all your fingers and toes stay in touch with your body. You do what I tell you to and you shouldn't have a problem though." Dean pulls out his favorite pistol from his jacket then another from his waistband. He places the one from his waist on a table to the side of them, "Alright first off we are going to take them apart and ensure they are clean and there is no carbon within the weapon that could cause it to jam." Dean then begins taking his weapons apat, "Follow along."

She felt relief rush over her as he reassured her of her safety. "Hah, no prob! And thank you again for agreeing to teach me. I'm sure you will do great, master," she added before smiling sheepishly. Hopefully there would be no shooting off body parts anytime soon. Needless to say, that would be a very tragic accident. As she started to think about all the different scenarios that could go wrong, she was suddenly distracted from her thoughts when he pulled out a pistol. Her eyes followed his hands and she began to get nervous. Without asking any questions, she tries to follow along with what he is doing and saying. 

Luckily she was able to get most of the steps right. First step was easy enough - to check that the safety button is clicked in. Second was to remove the gun's magazine that held all the bullets. She watched Dean release a button and she followed suit. "Like this?" She lifted the gun up to him and tilted her head with a slight frown, little bit unconfident with what she was doing.

Dean laughed as he watched Alessandra try to maneuver her hands around a pistol for the first time. He showed her how to release the bolt and completely take apart the pistol, once it was completely laid out on the table in front of them he then pulled out a cleaning kit as he called it. There were many wire brushes, some cleaning liquid to help break down the carbon, and a rag for them to dry the weapon once they were done. 

" Now I hope you don't mind getting a little dirty this carbon will turn your hands black if you can successfully get it off." Dean then pulls out a dental pick, "For the hard to reach places." Dean smiled as he could see that Alessandra was completely out of here element here. Made him happy to be able to show her something he was sure she had never seen or done before.