[PRESENT TIME]
Jonathan huffed and shook his head, clearing his mind of any thoughts of his murder. That death didn't bring him painful memories, but it did fill him with rage. The mere thought of it tempted him to do the same to his ex-wife.
But not now.
It was too soon for him to act. Taunting Finn about it was enough.
"It's been a while since I've had any satisfactory moments in this place," he mumbled, making a hundred copies of the documents Dean had asked him to do. The task was a no-brainer and boring; he knew Dean didn't need a hundred copies of these. It would just waste a few bundles of paper, but not that Jonathan cared.
Just like anything in the world, the long and boring wait for the copies to finish eventually ended. Now, Jonathan had to carry all of them back to his desk, sort them, and staple them. But as he walked back, carrying a mountain of papers, he stopped.