Roman marched inside Dean's house without knocking first. He found his former friend in the living room with a goofy smile on his face.
"Roman!" Dean said cheerfully. "Where did you disappear to last night?"
"Are you high?" Roman asked.
"A little bit," Dean grinned.
"Will you please get in my car and let me drive you to rehab?" Roman asked.
"I don't need rehab. Rehab is for losers and I'm not a fucking loser. Are you a loser, Roman?" Dean sneered. "No, you're not a loser. You're a winner like me. Don't worry. You can still join the party if you like. I just came back from buying some. I'm gonna start mixing in a minute. Do you want in? First time is on me."
Roman wanted to punch Dean through the floor. Instead he sat down on the coffee table in front of Dean and leaned closer.
"What did you make Figgy do?" Roman asked.
"Figgy? Where is she? Is she here?" Dean asked.
"Focus!" Roman barked. "Figgy came here last night from something you made her do. What was it?"
"Oh yeah!" Dean laughed. "I'm a bit tight on money so she helped me out."
"What did you make her do?" Roman growled.
"She got an extension with my dealer. She's done that before. It's no big deal. They both get laid and I don't get my liver cut out of my body and fed to his dogs," Dean said.
Dean closed his eyes and grinned at Roman. Roman slapped Dean as hard as he could, and Dean's eyes flew open again.
"What the fuck, Roman?" Dean yelled.
"You listen here, you stupid fuck!" Roman grabbed Dean's throat. "You sent your own sister out to get raped just so you can keep doing drugs. What fucking asshole does that to his own sister? You need help, Dean."
"Roman!" Dean wheezed. "I can't breathe."
"You can breathe just fine," Roman sneered. "I want a name and an address."
"He'll kill me if I don't pay," Dean said.
"And I'll kill you if you don't give me what I want," Roman said. "Name and address! Now!"