Dean sat back and stretched his fingers, watching as Ron looked back into his memory. He said nothing just staring between Ron and the drawing while he waited for Ron to finish.
When he did, Dean picked back up his pencil and graphite as eraser shavings flow over the page as he fixed the nose, sharpening the angles a bit. Yeah that did look more like her now. "I think we're all set here, Ron," Dean replied with a firm nod.