Cas sat in his seat hours into the new week of trial, rubbing his belly. He had a feeling swarming in his stomach that he could explain. He looked over to where Abaddon was sitting. She looked much more resigned than she had the previous day. Besides her, he saw his mother, as calm as could be, while his father sporadically searched the room, fighting to stay in his seat. Their side of the courtroom was practically empty, either from people having other things to do or seeing a losing battle when they saw one. He hadn't seen the news, so he didn't know that outside point of view of this case, but from what he saw, he hoped it was that later of the two.

They had just gotten back from lunch, Cas could not eat anything. As soon as he sat down, he felt the need to get out of his seat and walk around. He didn't know what was going on, but he didn't think he liked the feeling. He could feel eyes on him as he shifted around in his seat while Dean was leaning over the railing to talk to Harvelle and get her opinion on the rest of the case.

Cas turned his head to the right, noting Amara sitting off to the side instead of in front of him. She was leaning against the arm of the seat, staring directly into his face. He awkwardly shifted his eyes away from her, noticing that he had a direct line of sight to his parents, something he had not had since her testimony had finished. Turning back to Amara, he noted a smile appear on his face, seeming to realize what he had noticed. He gave her squinted look with his head tilted in confusion, which only resulted in her giving him an even wider grin.

"What's going on?" Dean asked as he scooted back into his seat beside his omega.

"Amara's up to something."

Cas could feel Dean look up at the other omega. Amara gave the two of them a wink. "Yeah, she's definitely up to something."

"What did Ms. Harvelle tell you?"

"She said that nothing has changed, even though Daemon came to see me." Cas nodded, knowing about the interaction that occurred when he was out of the house. All it did was make him not want to leave again. "Also, she said that she's going to call her last witness."

"Really?" Cas asked, turning around to look at his mate.

"Yeah, apparently they've talked to everyone involved in the murders. Now, it's just going to be the final nail on the coffin as far as she's concerned."

The entire courtroom became silent again as Judge Morris once again walked into the courtroom. He looked weary as if the whole week had also gotten to him. As he got comfortable in his seat, he gave a deep sigh before continued.

"Ms. Harvelle, your next witness, please."

"Thank you, your honor. We would like to call Michael Novak to the stand."

A quiet hush fell over the courtroom as whispers filled the courtroom.

"Order!" Judge Morris yelled across the room, sending it into utter silence. "I will have order in my courtroom, no matter who is called to the stand. The next person to talk out of turn will be charged with contempt of court. Do not try me. Bring out the witness."

Bailiffs brought out Michael. As he walked across the side of the room with their parents, Cas noted for the first time the shock on his mother's face as he walked across the room, watching every move that he made. As he was sworn in, a tense silence filled the entire room. Cas turned his head toward Amara, who was now staring at him with glee in her eyes. The tension was broken when Harvelle walked up.

"Mr. Novak, can you explain to the court what your qualifications for being here today?"

"I'm sure many would assume that it is because of my relationship with the defendants as they are my adopted parents," he said with a smirk.

"And could you explain the real reason?"

"I am a forensic accountant. That is my primary job, along I do some consulting for other agencies. Sometimes I consult with the FBI, which I did in this case."

"Can you explain what happened?"

"As an FBI consultant, I have to do background checks to work with them every-so-often. When Agent Bellum came to me for my help in this operation, I agreed."

Cas looked straight into Amara's eyes as she gave him a grin the covered her entire face.

"And how long were you a part of this?"

"The last year, really, but have been sending off information really for the last six months?"

"What!" a shout filled the room, followed by the slamming on wood against the floor.

Everyone turned and saw a red-faced Naomi where she stood, chair fallen behind there. She stood there opening and closing her mouth before the words she wanted to say came out of her mouth.

"You little brat! After everything we've done for you!"

"Order!" Judge Morris' voice rang out again. "Mrs. Novak, I demand you sit right back down and stay quiet."

"We took you in! We didn't even have to!"

"Another word, and you'll get thirty days in contempt."

"You bastard. What about Kelly? Hmm."

"Do you want to make it ninety?"

"I'll make you pay!"

"Bailiffs, get her out of here. I don't want to hear another word out of her."

The bailiffs came swarming around her, trying to get her settled and trying to get her out of the courtroom. Eventually, they gave up and just picked her up before taking her out of the room. It was a bit before the courtroom couldn't hear her screams couldn't be heard anymore.

"Does the older Mr. Novak want to make a statement?" Judge Morris asked, glaring the man down, daring him to make a sound.

Zachariah looked on, fear clearly cemented on his face now, as he quickly shook his head no before looking down, unable to look the man in the eye.

"May the record show that the older Mr. Novak shook his head no. Ms. Harvelle, if you would continue?"

"Thank you, your honor," Harvelle continued. "Now, Michael, what would you take that outburst for?"

"Probably upset over the fact they've been teaching me to take over for them for the last couple of months," Michael shrugged with a slight smirk on his face."

"So you would be able to walk us through the entire operation?"

"I would. Where would you like me to start?

It felt like hours as Michael went through the crazy turn of events. The only time he would be interrupted was when Ms. Harvelle presented evidence to prove the statement. Daemon didn't say a word as she sat there, entranced by the story. She didn't call for an objection, not that it would have done anything.

After what felt like a millennium, Ellen turned around back to her seat while looking toward Abbadon. "Your witness."

"The defense has no questions for this witness, your honor."

"Ms. Harvelle, your next witness then," Judge Morris said as he marked something on his papers.

"That was our last witness, your honor."

"Defense, please bring your witness to the stand."

Abbadon cleared her throat before continuing on. "The defense has no witnesses that it like to bring up as this time."

Judge Morris looked at her with a stern look. "You do realize that this is the only time you will have to bring up your witnesses to argue for you?"

"Yes, well, it is currently in my clients' best interest that they say nothing."

"Alright then," Judge Morris said, indicating this in his records. "Ms. Harvelle, your closing statement, please."

Ellen stood up and faced the jury with a kind smile on her face. "You've heard all of the evidence, and I know you will make the right decision."

"Ms. Daemon, your closing statement?"

Abbadon stood up and said, "I'm sure the jury will make the right decision."

Judge Morris stared at her for a minute before realizing she was done. "Alright then. The jury will now be sequestered while there determine the findings on each charge. We will reconvene when that is decided. Baliff, please escort the jury out."

Judge Morris waited until all the members of the jury were led out of the courtroom. After they were all gone, he stood up and made his way out of the room. Abbadon scurried out of the room and let the doors slam behind her. Soon, the stunned look on everyone's face dropped as the room once again began moving again. The leftover bailiffs stood up to usher Zachariah out before another sound was let out.

Michael made his way off the bench as he made his way the where everyone else was in the courtroom. Amara ran up to him before holding her hand out in a fist bump.

"Nice going, partner," she said.

"I hate you," he simply replied, returning her fist bump.

"You say that, but I know it's not true. I'm awesome."

"You say that, but you have to realize that no one believes that except for you."

"Heathen. I should banish you."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, oh great omega. What may I do to help appease you?"

"Michael?" Cas called out.

Michael turned his head to look at his youngest brother and gave him a soft smile. "Hey, Cassie."

"So... you had nothing to do with them."

"I would have been happy never speaking to them ever, but Amara was adamant that I help."

"Oh, please, you were all for helping us," Amara scoffed. "Don't try to pretend you weren't all for it."

Michael rolled his eyes in response before turning back to his brother. "I believed Lucifer."

"You... you did?" Cas gasped.

"Of course. You know how much of a softie he is when it comes to you. Never would lie about anything to do with your safety. I would have been stupid not to."

"But, you stayed with them?"

"Had to prove something. He didn't get anything. Unfortunately, I found out a lot more than I would care to. Something we should not talk about here. Too many ears."

"What are you talking about?" Cas said, turning to look at Amara, assuming that she knew as well. She continued to look on with confusion, not knowing what he was talking about either.

By this point, Lucifer had walked up to the three of them. "Nice to know you're not as big of a prick as I thought you were."

"I wasn't that bad, was I?"

"You talked to those two, and we didn't hear from you for months. What else could we think except you were working with them."

"Talking to you all would have given me away. Now, we really need to go somewhere before I tell you this information."

"We can all go to our house. We'll order dinner."

Gabe had walked up behind them, shock still on his face, trying to absorb all of the information.

"Are you sure?" Michael asked. "I'm pretty sure Kali hates me."

"Kali is willing to listen to what you have to say," she said in the third person, taking her place at Gabriel's side. There was a look of respect on her face he had never seen on her face before. Usually, a look of disgust was on her face whenever they had talked.

"If you're sure," he worriedly said.