The days of the trial seemed to drag on and on, with a mindless string of witnesses. The calm and almost nonchalant aura that Amara gave was the only thing that kept Dean from growling out in anger every time a new witness was brought to the stand. It was almost as if she wasn't worried about anything more happening, which could have been confirmed.

Donna had finished her captivating testimony, with minimal backtalk from Daemon, before moving on to the many people a part of the operation willing to break their vow of silence for a shorter sentence. They seemed to be giving Harvelle any and everything they thought she wanted. The testimony was very damning, in his opinion. Dean did notice that none of them looked in the direction of the Novaks. At the same time, they talked, keeping their eyes firmly locked with either the lawyers or the jury members. Dean noted that Naomi looked as calm as possible while Zachariah had some worry bleeding through his expression.

Daemon was doing all she could to dismantle each testimony. Still, with the overwhelming amount of evidence, it was much harder. If anything, she tried to put the entire crime onto someone else, which Dean noted as interesting. Before then, Michael had barely been a footnote in the course of the trial but had suddenly gotten a front-page feature. Daemon continuously asked about Micheal's ongoings during all of these interactions. They did nothing but confirm that he was there for some of it. Beside him, he could see Cas slide down in his seat, hiding from view, while Lucifer clenched his fist in anger. If Dean looked behind him, he would have seen the devastating look covering Gabe's face and the calming hand Kali laid on his shoulder.

Of all defenses Daemon could have tried to exonerate her clients he was expecting, this was not one. Never heard of someone trying to blame one of their children for their doings. He looked at Harvelle and Amara, seeing if they expected this line of questioning, but if anything, they looked bored. Harvelle continued objecting when appropriate but continued to let the defense dig their own grave. Looking at the jury, it seemed that none of them seemed to believe anything the woman was asking as she tried to find one knick in their story. It was clear that she was grasping at straws.

Dean shook his head of the thoughts while being moved to put another load of clothes in the washing machine that Gabriel and Kali kindly let them use for the day. He was there alone. Everyone else going out instead of looking into the blank walls of the hotel room, watching mindless television, trying to avoid any news coverage. It was his turn to do laundry anyway, so he was fine staying in. Gave him time to think over the last week.

As he was closing the washing machine, before moving to turn the dryer on, he heard the doorbell ring downstairs, followed by a slight knocking on the door. Dean looked at his watch, noting it was just afternoon. He was not expecting anyone to be there now or anytime soon, if he was honest. He slowly made his way downstairs and looked out the window. Whomever it was hidden behind to door, so he opened the door wide. Standing there, he noted the petite redhead that he'd be mentally calling a demon in his head.

"Hello, Detective Winchester," Abbadon greeted with a wide small. "I've found some things that you might want to know. May I come in?"

"What are you doing here?" he sternly asked, not giving her an inch.

"As I said, we have something to discuss." Her smile slightly dimmed, as if she were not expecting him to question her presence there.

"Then we can discuss it out here," Dean said, taking another step outside and closing the door.

Abbadon glanced at the door before going back to Dean as if that were her saving grace. "I'm sure we would be more comfortable if we went inside, but this is fine. Now, tell me, Detective Winchester, how much do you know about Ms. Bellum?"

"We've known each other for a while. I'm sure there's nothing you could tell me that I don't already know."

"Well, Winchester, what do you know about the Amazonians?"

"The people who live in the forest?"

Abbadon gave him a placating smile before continuing. "No, I mean the group from ancient mythologies. I'm sure you've heard of them before."

"Lady, I have better things to do than talk to you. I'm sure you can talk about mythology to someone who gives a damn."

"Even if I told you that you were in danger?"

"So, I'm in danger of some fake people? Thank you for the help. I'll be sure to call the police if I see anyone looking suspicious."

Dean turned around, trying to go back inside, when Abbadon grabbed his arm, preventing him from moving any farther.

"While the group that makes up the initial mythology are fake, the stories come from real groups of people all across the world," Abbadon rushed out. With Dean facing her again, she continued. "These savage groups would be made up mostly of omegas and betas who would rule over alphas and had the capabilities of killing them. Didn't even care at the number they killed."

"I still don't see why I should care?"

"The thing is, there are still sects of people all around the world that believe that we should go back to those times. Idiot omegas that need to learn their place, but they exist." She said this last part with a shrug.

"Okay..."

"Did you know that if you look deep into Bellum's work files, she believes that she is one such omega? It's cute, but I'm sure you have to understand that she's just using you. See common sense."

"Is that all? I have to finish the laundry."

"You're doing laundry," Abbadon scoffed. "Don't you have your own bitch to do that for you? Already falling from grace."

"Or, just hear me out, I have a relationship that's an actual partnership instead of a dictatorship. You should try it out sometime. Maybe it will take the stick out of your ass."

"I know Bellum cannot be here, so you don't have to pretend with me, Winchester. I know that you bought little sweet Castiel from the Novaks, don't try to convince me that you are one of those new-age alphas who believe omegas have rights and whatnot."

Dean's face was filled with confusion as he looked into Abbadon's digging stare. "What are you talking from?"

"I know you bought Castiel from the Novaks."

"No, I didn't. I courted him for months. No money exchanged hands ever. Did your 'clients' tell you that?"

"Of course they did. They need to tell me everything to help. This is where the information led me. I know you're in Bellum's pocket because she's threatening you over the sale. I know the truth, so just tell me."

"Lady, you're crazy and obviously think that you're not being lied to by your so-called clients. I courted my mate, and then his parents tried to buy him from me. If anything, Amara is protecting us. Maybe get your facts straight before you come around making accusations."

"But... but...," Abbadon stuttered, not expecting to be shut down like that. "Just know that she can kill you whenever she wants."

"I know; she tells me that all the time."

With a shocked look on her face, Abbadon stumbled back off the porch while Dean walked back in. He stood in the doorway until Abbadon's car had pulled out of the driveway and disappeared down the street. He locked the door behind him before typing a number into his phone. Holding it to his ear, he waited until a voice came up.

"This better be good," Harvelle's voice came through. "It's Saturday, and I have the day off."

"I thought you would like to know that Daemon came to see me."

"What! She's there?"

"Just left, actually."

"Stop playing coy and tell me what she said."

"She was trying to tell me a story about how Amara is a special omega that goes out of her way to way to murder alphas."

"Oh, is that all?" Dean could hear her shrugging over the phone.

"You don't think that's strange?"

"Not really. It's actually really telling. It comes up from time to time when people are grasping at straws. Not like they believe anything that's in her file anyway. This tells me she's desperate to find anything she can. Don't worry about it?"

"Well, you should probably know that the Novaks are telling Daemon that I bought Cas from them. Don't know how that came up."

"Sounds like she doesn't really know the truth either. This could go either way. She is bound to honestly believe her clients, no matter the story that comes out, at least in court. Usually, she should be doing her own background into the account, but...

"Thanks for telling me."

Dean stood with his phone to his ear when he heard the call end. He looked at his phone screen. Harvelle really did hang upon him. He shrugged it off, thinking she probably knew what she was doing, before making his way upstairs to finish the laundry.