It was just pointed out to me that I accidentally switched ADA's on ya'll, so if you're seeing this pop into your mail and wondering why, its because it has been fixed.


Casey stormed into the station, livid. The door slammed shut behind her.

Olivia leaned back in her chair. "What's up, Casey?"

The ADA slammed a thick file down on an empty desk. "I can't believe this!"

Elliot shot his partner a confused look. "What's wrong?"

"The Winchester's lawyer just submitted her list of witnesses."

"How is that a problem? Is she trying to get them out of holding?"

Casey laughed shortly. "Oh no. She's more than happy to leave them there after their little escape last time. No, the problem is this list."

Munch raised an eyebrow incredulously. "I'm failing to see the problem."

Casey whipped the file off the desk and pulled out a sheet. "Their lawyer submitted a list that consists of almost everyone we looked into."

"But those people said they didn't want to testify."

"Apparently they were willing; just not for us."

Munch put up his hands slowly. "It's alright, Casey. Calm down."

"No, you don't understand. We need to win this case; otherwise we'll never be able to bring these charges up again. It's called Double Jeopardy, and it might be seriously working against us."

Munch snorted. "What has the world come to when even the murders have rights?"

Fin smacked his partner's arm. "It's going to be ok, Casey. You're the best out there, you'll do fine."


Dean groaned and threw himself down onto the small bed. "I can't believe they took that gun! It was my favorite!"

Sam laughed from where he stood by the door. "After all of this, that's what you're upset about? You were going stir crazy in a motel room, how're you going to be in here?"

Dean pushed himself up with a cocky grin. "Oh, is my little Sammy worried I'll be insufferable?"

"Yes."

"Ish my wittle Sammy-kins gowing to cwy like a wittle baby gwrl?"

"Dean –" Sam took a menacing step forward.

"Dean." Castiel locked eyes with Dean. "When Sam hurts you, I will do nothing to sooth your pain or heal your bruises."

Dean stared in shock as Sam grinned victoriously. Finally he dropped his eyes with a sigh. "How long do we have here?"

"Two days."

"Great. Just great." Dean threw his arms over his eyes, and lay silently for a moment. Then he took a deep breath. "This is the song that never ends, and it goes on and on my friends –"

Sam jumped for Dean's throat.

Dean dodged. Maybe being locked in here wouldn't be so boring after all.


When the day of their trial came, both of the brother's were easily handcuffed. It took a little coaxing for Castiel to allow the officer's to snap his set on, but Dean could be surprisingly convincing. After hearing the elder Winchester's argument all of the officers avoided each other's eyes; none of them wanted to consider if it was actually possible for the small man to snap the metal cuffs off without any effort.

Sam, Dean and Castiel were brought into the court house under heavy surveillance. Snipers lined every roof and an armed guard had them completely surrounded as they were escorted to the appropriate room.

Once inside they were each seated at a long wooden table; their legs were free, but their hands remained bound in front of them. The officers made it clear to each man that a gun would be trained on them at all times should they like to do anything…funny.

When the room was secured other people were allowed in.

Their lawyer came in first. She sat down beside them. Chita seemed confident, but Sam saw a hint of fear in her eyes. He smirked and leaned close to her. "That worried about our case?"

She glanced up and smiled firmly. "No."

Sam nodded sagely. "So it's just sitting there that's got you nervous." He winked. "I promise we will never do anything to harm you."

That seemed to relax her marginally. Then Dean leaned over his brother's lap; she jumped. "Aren't you supposed to think we're innocent?"

Chita's gaze hardened. "Mr. Winchester, I can assure you that I will do my best to win this case."

Dean put his hands up as placating as he could in handcuffs. "Of course, of course." He turned with a smirk to Castiel. "What does she really think."

Castiel's gaze slid from Dean's to the lawyers. After a moment he looked at Dean seriously. "She is worried that our witnesses will sound insane."

Chita's eyebrows flew up. "No! No! I-I don't think that at all!"

Sam and Dean laughed.

"You boys causing trouble over here?"

"Bobby!"

Bobby grinned from behind the wooden barrier. "How're you boys holding up in state custody?"

Sam shrugged. "Cell's are pretty clean."

Dean winked at Chita. "The company's pretty hot." He smiled at Castiel. "And the cell's got great company." He sighed dramatically. "Now if only Sammy had a separate room at night."

Sam glared. "Life is not a porno, Dean. Your prison fantasies aren't going to magically come true."

"When life hands you a golden opportunity and you pass it up 'cause your brother's a little squeamish, you're right, they won't."

"I don't want to watch you have sex, Dean!"

"You could have turned around!"

"I don't want to listen to you have sex either!" Sam pointedly turned back to Bobby. "What have you been up to?"

"Findin' as many people you boys have helped as I could."

Someone behind him laughed. "My my, is that Bobby Singer?"

Dean's eyes widened. "Decon?"

A woman walked up beside him.

Sam gasped. "Detective Diana Ballard. What are you two doing here?"

Decon grinned. "Bobby here gave us a call and said you were in trouble."

Diana nodded. "We figured we owed you."

Dean frowned. "But you're both officers. Won't you get in trouble for this?"

"Yeah." Sam nodded. "You could be fired. We don't want you to lose your jobs."

"Listen, son." Decon turned serious. "You boys save so many people, it's about time we returned the favor."

Diana leaned forward and touched Dean's arm. "Good luck out there." She nodded to Sam and moved to take a seat.

Decon followed.

A second later another man took their place.

"Hello Sam. Hello Dean." He turned to Castiel and paused. "My son…"

Sam shook his head in disbelief. "Hey Father Reynolds."

The priest stared at Castiel in shock.

Dean smirked. "Padre, let me introduce you to a real angel. This is Castiel." He bumped his shoulder into Castiel. "Cas, this is Father Reynolds. He helped us put another priest to rest."

Father Reynolds swallowed and nodded, eyes wide. "You're beautiful." He whispered.

Sam looked at him in interest. "What does he look like, Father?"

"I'm sorry, my son. I… don't have the words to describe it."

Father Reynolds stared for a few more seconds before he got a hold of himself. With a parting blessing he took a seat beside Decon and Diana.

Dean chuckled. "I wish I could see you, Cas."

Castiel laid a hand lightly atop Dean's. "One day you will."

Over the next hour many people walked up to them, all people Sam and Dean had saved over the years. Each person thanked them, and seemed excited to be able to return the favor.

The brothers were just shocked that people out there cared about them.

As the appointed time drew nearer, everyone began to settle down. Out of the corner of his eye, Sam watched Elliot, Fin, Benson and Munch quietly enter and casually sit in the back.

A door opened.

"All rise for the honorable judge, Kent Waters."

They all rose respectfully.

"Be seated."

Judge Water's sat down carefully and opened a file. "Today we settle the cases set against Mister's Dean and Sam Winchester, and Mister James Novak."

Chita stood briefly. "Your honor, Mr. Novak requests to be addressed as Castiel."

The judge hesitated briefly, and nodded. "Certainly, Ms. Chita. Now that we're through with the formalities, let's begin."


Sorry about the super long wait, ya'll. Hope you liked this update! If you did, review so I know, otherwise I'll just be all sad and lonely.