Working with the Winchester brothers made Castiel's job the easiest it's ever been. With Sam's background in law and Dean's connections and networks they managed to compile a winning case.

While Castiel and Sam legalities and that which Dean and Sam had been charged, the elder Winchester set up witnesses for their case, Ellen and Jo Harvell, Garth, Charlie and themselves if need be. Their case was starting to take shape, and if Castiel found himself particularly fond of the elder Winchester that was no ones business but his own.

Presently Castiel yawned and stretched languidly in his seat, cracking cracking a few unruly joints and sighing contently. It had been another late night and Castiel's joints groaned in protest as he rolled the stiffness from his shoulders.

Dean's eyes raised to regard him curiously from behind his lashes, a familiar smirk forming on his lips but stilted worry in his eyes. "Lookin kinda tired there Cas, why don't you turn in for the night? We've gotten a lot done today and we can finish the rest tomorrow."

Castiel looked up in surprise before muttering, "Are you certain? I feel there may be more with which I can assist."

Sam snorted softly as Dean rolled his eyes in an affectionate manner. "Cas you've been running yourself into the ground for days. It's more than we can ask for, now pack up and get your ass home before this gets any mushier."

When he attempted to protest the younger Winchester caught his gaze and shook his head with a small grin that said 'don't try to fight, he's more stubborn than you'd believe'.

Castiel finally relented, rolling his own eyes wish a small smile as he packed the paper work that had been scattered amongst the table top. He sealed the folder in which he kept the Winchester's file and slowly started for the door, hiding his smile when he heard a small huff from behind him.

"Goodbye to you too Cas."

Castiel glanced over his shoulder and gave what he hoped was a teasing smile, "Goodnight Dean. Goodnight Sam."

Sam barked out a quick laugh at Castiel's small tease while Dean's surprised look morphed into his own grin as he waved Castiel off. "See you tomorrow."

Castiel turned the knob slowly as he was once again overcome with the sudden urge to remain with the Winchester, even if only for a little while longer. He wasn't sure when he went from Castiel to Cas but it was a change he enjoyed, he felt as if he suddenly had a new identity for a new life. A life on the road that left him unwilling to return to his unfortunate reality. He took one finally look at the pair sitting at the table before leaving and shutting the door behind himself.

When he turned down the hall, expecting the offices to be mostly empty by now, he was greeted by several people waiting for him.

"Castiel!"

He bristled at the tone in which his name was called, he knew that voice and every nerve in his body strained to flee even as he steeled his stance and clenched his jaw.

"Zachariah..."

Zachariah was a lawyer from a large law firm that had managed to buy it's way out of many a scandal. And Zachariah was one of the biggest slime-balls of the company hierarchy. He and Castiel have had their disagreements.

"Did you bring him here?" Castiel hissed as he spotted Gabriel a few steps away, and the man couldn't shake his head hard enough.

"I did." Uriel supplied, stepping next to Zachariah. "My apologies Castiel, but we feel as though you may becoming to familiar with these mud monkeys. The Winchesters are wanted felons country wide! We could be famous for catching them and yet here you are helping them build a plausible case? You do understand we cannot just let them go."

"So what?" Castiel demanded. "You're going to hire this assbutt to butcher their for your own personal gain?"

"Castiel, Castiel, Castiel," Zachariah tutted mockingly, slipping an arm around Castiel's shoulders which he quickly shrugged off. "we're not going to butcher their case! We're just going to simply exclude certain truths to manipulate public opinion. It's nothing personal! It's just, business."

That broke Castiel's resolve.

"Just business?" he asked incredulously. "Business? Business?!" Castiel seethed, he voice raising as he stepped into Zachariah's personal space. "Their lives are not an exchange from which you can make money!"

Castiel knew he was yelling but he couldn't bring himself to care, he slammed his fist on the wall and if looks could smite the building would be going up in flames. He glared darkly as the others took a step back. "As long as I am still on this case, you will not touch a single hair on their heads."

And with that Castiel's trench coat billowed out behind him as he stalked off, throwing a 'see you tomorrow.' back over his shoulder to a dumbfounded Uriel, malicious Zachariah and smug Gabriel.

Waking up the next morning was difficult, Castiel had never been so disrespectful as he was last night and now without the fury driving his actions the implications of his actions fell upon him, he dreaded the consequences.

However, surprisingly the thing he was worried about most were the Winchester's.

They were so vibrant and full of life, if one of his superiors stepped in then he will have no choice but to idly stand by and watch as the two were put behind bars.

A shudder ran through Castiel's shoulders at the thought.

He sighed softly and got up, passing he brother on the way to the shower.

"Mornin Cassie." Gabriel yawned.

Castiel attempted to answer but didn't much more than a grunt.

He hadn't had his coffee.

A shower and two cups of coffee later Castiel was feeling more like himself.

He took another sip of coffee and once again ran through his mind how he would inform the Winchesters that he may not be their attorney for much longer.

He sighed softly and slumped again the counter as Gabriel came sauntering into the kitchen, hair still wet from the shower.

"Gooooooood morniiiiiiing sunshine!"

Castiel grimaced and seemed to sink even further down the counter. "I will never understand how you continue to be a morning person."

"Oh lighten up Cassie! I'm still laughing about your sassy assy last night!"

Castiel visibly shrank as he was reminded of the blatant rudeness with which he'd addressed his superiors, "Where they mad?" he whispered.

"Mad? They were furious baby bro! Or at least Zachariah was, Uriel seemed more surprised then anything. But this isn't any run of the mill case we're talkin about here!"

"I know!" Castiel snapped. "That is exactly why I could not allow them to take advantage of the Winchesters!"

Gabriel raised an eyebrow and Castiel felt his ears redden after his outburst. "Are you sure that's the only reason?"

"Of course that's the only reason..," Castiel sputtered defensively "I just don't believe they are truly guilty."

Gabriel's other brow rose to meet the first, his little brother had always been a fair public defender who took his job seriously, but he'd never seen him throw himself so fully into a case. Cassie was no fool, so this certainly couldn't be just any sob story about too brothers.

Castiel squirmed under his brothers calculating gaze, completely oblivious to his inner monologue. After all, it was certainly rare for Gabriel to act to seriously and so suddenly as well.

Finally Gabriel took a deep breath and turned fully towards his brother "Cassie, I'm not sure I have the same faith in those two as you do. But I do have faith in you, if you trust them I guess I'll have to believe in'em too."

It took a moment for Castiel's sleep addled brain to process his brothers words but when they registered he immediately brightened and threw his arms around his brother. "Thank you Gabriel! Thank you!"

"I know, I'm the best."

"Quickly! We must talk to the superiors at the station! Everyone there trusts you and if you were to include your own input-"

"Right now?" Gabriel whined around a scone.

"Yes! Right now! There is no time to lose!"