"It's not much of a walk. Maybe a woman along will help. If not, your profession might. Ever fight a ghost before?" He smiled at the knight, nudging his chair in before he started walking.
They would be lucky this time; the father was in. They weren't so lucky in that the father really didn't want to talk about his son. He was definitely hiding something. What little bit of the apartment Dean could see from the slightly opened door showed that the man didn't even bother with putting up pictures. Or...had taken some old ones down - there were spots on the wall that suggested pictures had once been there. Dean didn't think of how that was slightly impossible, seeing as the building hadn't existed then, but he just went with what he could see and deal with.
"We just need to talk to you about Aaron, Mr. Fitch." Dean didn't know if he should smile at the man or look angry. Mr. Fitch looked tired, haggard even. He looked really unhappy, and the hunter who'd seen a lot in his short life would have bet the man was suffering from an extreme case of guilt.