The investigating (read: snooping) detective would eventually find the pictures in the son's bedroom. The place would feel almost like a shrine to the dead boy; nothing had been touched, or if it had, it was with loving care. There were pictures of the boy out of drag, and placed among these pictures were newspaper cuttings or flyers about drag shows and tear stains on them. There was a lone picture of Timmy Fitch dressed up completely, and looking gorgeous. This one seemed to be the centerpiece for the whole room, the shrine to Timmy.
Fitch tried to settle a little. It was finally time to come clean. He did. He unloaded everything about the boy, how he as a father never understood the boy's need to dress up. Sure, at first when the boy was much younger, Fitch thought it was just a way to stay in contact with the boy's dead mother, but as time went on and the kid continued to put on the dresses, Fitch finally threw them out. It was a few week's later that he had found the saved wedding dress among the boy's things; that's when it all started going downhill.
Dean looked at Logan, wondering if the guy felt just as uncomfortable with this as he did. Dean didn't like being around grieving parents; it wasn't natural for a parent to live while a child was dead. Then again, he wasn't that comfortable around kids who just lost parents, but he did understand them a little better.
"I hit him." Fitch barely got it out before he covered his hands in his face. The words were now muffled by those large calloused hands. "That was the first time I hit him. I kept hitting him whenever I thought...I killed him. I drove him to suicide. He wouldn't leave me. Why didn't he leave? Then that night, he came home..." Fitch looked up as if seeing something else. "he came home dressed like that, and I told him he wasn't my son. I beat him, and then he...killed himself. No! I killed my boy." Fitch went back to crying.
Dean may not have understood the whole guy in a dress thing, but he didn't have time for fathers who hit their children. He really wanted to deck the bastard, even if the guy was obviously having a hard time of it, felt remorse, but what good was remorse when the damn kid was a ghost? Which was sort of odd that the kid wasn't haunting Fitch, not in the revenge sort of way.