My dad started me out too. [ She smiles, but it's still sad because that's complicated and she's not sure how to feel about that any more. She's not sure how to process the idea that her dad - the guy who huge her when she cried about her break up with Scott and taught her how to properly grip a bow and helped her with her freaking math homework - is a serial killer sacrificing innocent people for an unknown cause.

So she doesn't process it. She just shakes her head and smiles, wondering vaguely if Dean's a sport or survival kind of hunter (because she doesn't think there's others, it hasn't occurred to her yet) and looks at him a little curiously. ]

I haven't shot a gun. Well, only once, but it was a long time ago. [ But she doesn't even get as far as asking her next question because he's asking leading ones of her own, and Allison clearly hasn't been as subtle as she had hoped. Pressing her lips together as she tries to come up with something to change the subject, she shrugs and tucks some flyaway hair out of her face. ] I- do I look like a hunter to you?

[ She laughs awkwardly, glancing down at herself before holding her arms out. ]