Dean sometimes feels like he doesn't really know his family. Sure, he loves them and their his flesh and blood but he feels like he can't really connect.
"You've been kind of quiet lately," Seamus, Dean's closest friend, mused out loud. The sandy blond haired boy broke Dean's train of thought.
"I'm just…thinking," Dean says mildly.
"About what?" Seamus' face looks like a puppy's, so open and eager.
"Don't worry about it," Dean says, waving a hand to signify how unimportant the situation was. It didn't silence Seamus though.
"Can I at least see what you're drawing?" Dean freezes in his spot and clutches his picture closer. This one picture is too personal to show to Seamus. It is a portrait of his father, but it doesn't really look like his father. This mysterious man came to him in a dream. All he can recall of that man was him walking out the door quietly with the paper in hand and a cup of coffee in the other. Upon waking up, he still smelled the coffee, bitter and strong, overwhelming his nostrils.
"I'm waiting for you to answer me," Seamus says impatiently, yet again breaking Dean's train of thoughts. Dean smiles inwardly.
"But I'm not done yet. I'll show you when it looks better."
A/N: This piece was inspired by the HP Lexicon. It stated that Dean's biological father was a wizard who left him and his family when he was younger. That wasn't elaborated on in the books so I took the liberty to write it out just a bit.