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He grumbled loudly as he checked the mail in the lobby of the apartment complex he was living in in Florida and saw the damn envelope sitting in it. Did she not get the fucking picture? He wasn't gonna make this easy for her, not when she'd promised him everything, same as he had with her. They were going to have that one final fight and be done with it.. Or something.. It went without saying, she belonged to him, she always had. And he was not going to just give her a god damn divorce like she seemed to want so damn badly as of late.
"Fuckin seriously? Don't she get that when I send 'em back unsigned, I ain't gonna sign 'em, ever?" Dean mused aloud to himself as Roman asked from behind him, "She sent them back again, man?"
"Guess so." Dean muttered dryly as he looked at the envelope in the mail slot in disdain and disgust. He was dying right now, to just go find her, to tell her that the only way she was getting a damn divorce after all the promises she made to him back then was over his dead body, and that he still loved her, that even though she'd fucking left him he still couldn't get her out of his mind and heart like he wanted, but he knew that if he went now, he'd probably strangle the wannabe ex Mrs. Jonathan Good.
Or at the very least get thrown in the slam overnight for causing a domestic disturbance.
Roman used his friend's distraction to look at the envelope and then remarked aloud, "You do realize she lives in Florida.. Right?" as he looked at his friend who shrugged, grumbled a few strong swears under his breath and said calmly, "I fuckin know, okay? I just.. I ain't gonna go to her."
"And obviously, she's not gonna come to you." Roman mused as he looked at Dean who shrugged and said something under his breath, something to the effect of how Roman just didn't get it or something. Roman muttered mostly to himself, "Obviously not, man.. Ever stop to think that maybe she's only sending these because she thinks you want things over? Maybe she thinks you want the past behind you.. I mean she left what.. Six or seven years ago? And you didn't once try and look for her after that one time you told me you went back to Ohio and you found out she'd moved did you?" as he looked at his friend who shrugged yet again.
Roman rolled his eyes. Dean rarely made sense when he did things but this was above and beyond the usual nonsense. As a non partial outside party, Roman could see that possibly both of them didn't want to end things, that Dean's estranged wife might just be doing this because she felt like maybe he wanted to be rid of her finally.. If she hadn't met someone.
Either way, they clearly needed to see each other again face to face to talk things out. Or he should at least attempt finding a phone number and calling her or something. If Roman were in his shoes, he'd have already taken care of the situation, of course, but then he wasn't Dean.. Dean was a highly illogical person at best most of the time, damn near unreasonable at the worst of times.
"Yeah? Well she ain't tried comin back to me, either. Just don't see any point in makin this easy on her. She fuckin left me, man.. But we'll see who gets the last god damn laugh because I can do this, " he said as he held up the envelope after snatching it out of Roman's hands, pointed to it, then continued, "I can do this for the rest of our lives, man.. And if I gotta? So be it."
"Ever stop and think she found a guy who loves her and she wants to start a new life?" Roman asked. The question, while an innocent one was enough to make Dean stop in his tracks, look at Roman with an angrier than hell glare in his normally calm icy blue eyes and say through gritted teeth, "Yeah? Well she's gonna do it over my dead body, man, because I am not signing those papers. Got it? Just like I am not gonna go to her first. She wants 'em signed? She's gonna come to me, god damn it. Bitch owes me that much, I'd think."
"All I'm hearing in this, Dean, is you.. How you feel, what you think and what you want.. If you really fucking love her, you'll wonder about how she feels and thinks, what she wants.. Just a thought." Roman said as he waved his hands in the air defensively and looked at Dean with a partially amused, partially irritated look in his eyes.
Even Roman's wife agreed with him.. If Dean wanted to resolve the issue, someone was going to have to give in and go to the other. But sending the damn papers back and forth was childish and a little aggrivating. Especially with the way Dean was handling it thus far.
"I fuckin love her.. And I can't.. Look man, I won't lose her.. Not like this." Dean said finally and in a firm enough tone that for the moment, Roman dropped the subject in it's entirety.. He did wonder to himself in amusement, however, what was going to happen when this mysterious estranged wife of Dean's got sick of his sending the damn papers back unsigned..
