[b]Farren - MEC - Buck, John, Oswald[/b]

Farren blinked in surprise when Buck admitted his profession. Or… former profession. She had watched the sport when she was little girl, but not in many, many years. Still, after a second, she smiled and thought to herself how she knew they had been in good hands when he’d found them last night. Her smiled faded into a small one of understanding when he said things hadn’t ended well with some of the people he’d run into, but ended up blushing herself when he smiled at her at the end of his explanation to John. She looked away and back to Dean who was trying to crawl away and under the table. She struggled to hold on but eventually just let him with a sigh, the boy crawling around by himself but never further than a few feet from his mom. 

It never even crossed her mind to see Buck as a threat based on what he’d said. She knew she had only known him a few hours longer than the others here at the hospital, but she had a very different impression of the man than she and Dean had had. 

She got distracted as John spoke directly to Buck about going on the supply run, getting onto Dean for trying to pick very old gum from off the tables’ underside. It was an okay distraction at least though, since Buck leaving her and Dean without him, to go outside the hospital, made her worried when she actually thought about it. “Dean, stop that,” she hissed in a shushing, motherly tone, until she heard her name. She pulled her head up, curtain of brown hair following as she looked with wide eyes at John, listening while he said she would be covering the windows. “Okay, that’s fine,” she smiled, getting distracted again when Dean ran off. Farren rolled her eyes, pushing off from the table. Doing so, her sleeves lifted a bit, revealing bruises that never seemed to leave thanks to the type of lifestyle they were all forced to live nowadays. 

“Be careful,” Farren whispered with a smile to her friend before the large man left and John began speaking to him. Farren nodded and agreed to take Mr. Oswald back to his room just as soon as she wrangled her boy, which she did with the fluidity of her very practiced hands. “Come on, Mr. Oswald. I think Dean needs a nap. Will you help me get us back to the room?” she asked, never one to treat the elderly like children. The man started from his own nap and smiled, nodding and agreeing but with a twinkle in his eye that showed he probably knew Farren truly meant it was his nap time and not her son’s. 

As they walked into the hallway to go back to the room, Farren overheard John and Buck’s conversation, making her look back over her shoulder and see Buck looking back at her with the fakest smile she’d ever seen. She chuckled a bit at him, shaking her head with a genuine smile before turning back and going to their rooms. She got Mr. Oswald to his and went to her own room, walking around the room holding Dean tightly to her chest until he passed out. Once he’d done so, Farren tried her darnedest to lay him down without waking him, and barely managed. With some quiet steps an accomplished burglar would admire, Farren slipped from the room. She sighed in relief and laid her back against her door, sliding down it and closing her eyes for a moment.