Chapter 4
Roman hopped into his car, started the engine, and raced off. He was so angry at Dean for being such an asshole especially after telling him very serious news, both being admitting his love for him, and almost dying. It was such a big surprise. But on the other hand, that last look he saw on Dean's face before he slammed the door, broke his heart into a million pieces. He'd never seen his friend so drained, so depressed... so lost.
He drove in mere silence as he took himself back to the airport.. Dean clearly didn't want him to stick around any longer, and he certainly didn't want to with his current attitude towards him. Dean was right, Rome was just going to go home to his perfect family back in Florida.
Roman returned to his house later that day after catching an afternoon flight, and he was totally drained. He was tired, his body ached, and everything that had happened with Dean weighed down on his shoulders. He grabbed his luggage from the work week before from his car, and walked up to his front door. Just as he was about to unlock it, his wife opened the door with a happy, but worried look on her face.
"Honey, how are you?" She waited for a response in return, he just nodded. With an even more concerned look, Galina asked, "Is Dean alright?"
Roman's face tensed up the more he thought about Dean. He worried for him, he really did. But there was nothing he could do for him since Dean didn't want to deal with any part of him at the moment. Galina stepped aside and let Roman step into the house. He gave her a hug and a kiss and took his luggage to their bedroom and placed it down on the bed, all too tired to unload it. He plopped down on his bed and laid there thinking, which was probably the worst thing to do at the moment. How could Dean like him? He didn't even know Dean was gay. But since he confessed his love for him, he's thought about previous occasions where Dean did act quite strange, and it slowly but surely made sense. All of the getting jealous and depressed by the time the SmackDown taping came to an end was understandable now. It's got to be an awful feeling going home to no one and nothing, and having to leave the person you love behind. And to top it off, having that person never know how you felt. Roman covered his hands with his face, it was all too much. He cares for Dean and wants him to always be happy, but Rome had a family. He had found the love of his life. He was all too tired to finish his thinking and just dosed off into a deep slumber.
After Roman had stormed out, Dean was left sitting on his kitchen floor, contemplating his life and his choices he had made in the past 24 hours. Going from almost driving off of a cliff to telling Roman how he felt... And how did that go? Awful. Dean didn't know why he reacted the way he did. He didn't even let Roman have a chance to speak his mind on a neutral level, everything that was said after Dean confessed was all just pure, heated anger. Dean mustered enough energy to grab a shower and head to bed. Even though it was only the early evening, he just wanted to sleep, to escape.