What's one more kid | @exussus for Carter
Maybe Bobby had spent too much time with Sam and Dean, especially Dean, but he knew the look. And seeing Benton chew the boy out for doing his job, but apparently not good enough, the look only got worse. For someone who never wanted kids, Bobby sure knew when one was desperate for approval, and not finding it anywhere. I never found it either, kid. I turned out okay. John Carter looked about twelve, but he did up his stitches better than Bobby could have. If he'd realized just how many scars were from the hunter stitching himself, he hadn't mentioned it. Which was appreciated, he'd heard that lecture enough. It'd be easier to come in to the ER to get fixed up if he could explain half the shit that landed him there, or afford the bill.
"Don't let 'im get to you, ya did fine." Bobby turned his arm a bit to look when Carter went for something else off the tray. "You've got a good support system at home, at least, right?" Fishing, but he'd know in an instant if the kid was lying. Bobby hoped at least the kid had a home, if he didn't have parents who gave a damn.
