Dean tilted his head for Logan to head on in before he turned to look at Murphy. He leaned in, lips close to her ear. It was a position he'd been in before just never exactly on a job, which made it only a little bit awkward.
"Be careful. There's a ghost in the basement." He smiled as he stood and headed in, settling into a seat on the couch, directly across from the Mr. Fitch he was pretty certain had killed the kid.
"Mr. Fitch. Your neighbor told us that you and your son had some problems. Now, I gotta admit that if my kid ever came home wearing a pair of hot pants, heels, and a shirt hugging a pair of breasts that weren't normally there, I'd be a little worried, so trust me. I understand." Dean was pushing it, but someone had to, right? Murphy was forgotten for now.
"Look. Me and Timmy had some problems. All ever wanted for him was the best, but he wanted to be some female impersonator. He liked wearing women's clothing. He always did. He couldn't understand how that could get him hurt. I just wanted the best for him." Dean wasn't exactly ready for that little speech, and he sure as hell wasn't sure how he felt about the tears welling up in Fitch's eyes. He glanced at Logan, brow raised in question. Was the new guy buying it?