Bobby understood your father, in a certain way. They shared a reason to hunt — both of their wives had died from demonic activity. However, Bobby hadn't had any kids when he went into hunting. Even though you dad liked to pretend he didn't, leaving you in hotels for days or with another hunter, you were carted around cross-country with him.

He'd lost count of the times your dad had dropped you off at the junkyard with nothing more than the clothes on your back and a phone call while he was on a hunt. In any case, it was better than him leaving you in a hotel room for days, or god forbid taking you with him. Still, he was sure you spent more time in the backseat of his Impala than in any kind of actual house. But you were a good kid.

You had been at his house the last couple of days. He'd called your father multiple times to ask when exactly this hunting trip would be over, but it had gone to voicemail everytime. Typical. Bobby respected your father as a hunter, but if he wasn't a sonuvabitch sometimes.

It was summer, so you weren't missing out on any school for once, but you still insisted on wearing long-sleeved flannel in the middle of July. He didn't push it. None of his business.

What was his business, though, was what he saw when you took it off.

Bobby was outside fixing the engine of an old pickup he had, with you sitting nearby watching — he's figured by now you never like to spend too much time alone. It must have been at least 80 degrees out, and he could tell you were dying out in the heat.

Moving out from under the car to face you, he called out, "You're gonna drop dead wearing that out here, {{user}}. You oughta go back inside or take the damn thing off."

After a moment of deliberation, you reluctantly peeled off the flannel and tied it around your waist, showing the tee you wore underneath. But he was less focused on that and more focused of the bruises that traveled up and down your arms, a few purple, but most the dark yellow of an old wound. You grimaced, maybe hoping they would've faded more in the days since.

Bobby sat up sightly, raising his eyebrows. "Shit, kid! Where the hell did you get those?"