"Yeah, I'd caught on to the whole wizarding children thing before, but with being in work mode I guess it caught on. I guess if my father had been around it might have been something I got to experience too," he said. He didn't talk about his father often, and it had certainly taken enough digging to discover that he was definitely a wizard, but Seamus knew the story, knew that Dean sometimes felt he'd lost out because of the disappearance. Mostly though Dean adored his stepfather, who had raised him, and would never consider calling him anything but Dad. "It's turning out well though, it's one of those that might be that little bit extra special," he said, truly pleased with how the painting was coming along.
Dean took a deep breath and sighed. "Yeah, I did. I'm going to sell them," he said. It had taken a while to come to the decision, but he was sure now, ready to let them go. "Some of them go back to the start, and, I don't really need them hanging around any more to know that I've moved forward, you know? I mean it's not that I don't still get nightmares, but I can always paint more, and it feels like time. I feel ready," he said, mouth curling in a slightly sad sort of smile.