They made their way to the police station, and the Sherrif asked for their statements, including Gabriel and Sam's.
While Sherrif Mills was interviewing Dean, Cas turned to his brother.
"Gabriel, what did you mean when you asked Dean's permission to 'take her down'?" he asked, his brain finally catching up.
Gabriel blushed and looked away, but Sam adamantly pushed him.
"Tell him. He'll find out anyway." Sam simply said.
Heaving the biggest sigh ever, Gabriel threw his head back and rolled his eyes.
"Fine! Pushy, pushy, Sammoose." he groused, before looking Cas straight in the eyes.
His golden eyes were dead serious as he pulled his mouth down.
"I'm just slightly more involved in the company than you might think, Cassie."
Cas widened his eyes.
"What do you mean?" he asked, but Gabriel pulled a file from his messengerbag, and slapped it on the table between them.
"Read it." Gabriel ground out, before turning to Sam and all but crawled in the big guy.
Baffled, Cas opened the folder and started reading.
The further he read, the more sickened Cas felt.
From the evidence in the file, it looked like Lisa had been involved in some sort of prostitution, on a fairly large scale. And not not only involved, but in charge too.
Nearly gagging in response, Cas closed the folder and looked at Sam and Gabriel.
"Where did you get this? She targeted young women through Nomed? How did you find out?"
Gabriel shot a pleading glance at Sam, who simply crossed his arms and gave him a bitchface.
"'Mmistrg'ld." Gabriel mumbled to the floor.
Cas tilted his head at his brother and simply asked: "What was that, brother?"
Reluctantly, Gabriel looked up.
"I'm mr. Gold, ok? Happy?" he bit out.
Sam looked happy enough for the both of them, but Cas had to sit back.
"You're what? You're mr. Gold?" he burst out.
Mr. Gold. The mysterious main shareholder of Nomed. They guy who somehow always knew what was wrong within the company.
Who made changes that firstly benefitted the employees, then the company, then the clients.
The guy who had basically saved Nomed from bankruptcy.
That was his brother? His brother, who worked in maintenance?
Small wonder mr. Gold always knew what was playing within those walls...
"Yoooouuuu..." Cas started, and Gabriel winced and huddled against Sam's bulk.
"You manipulative, sneaky troll! You... you... I'm going to go kick your ass!" Cas burst out, anger rising steadily past Medium Dudgeon and climbing towards High Dudgeon.
He was so upset, he couldn't even form English sentences anymore.
A cascade of Dutch broke loose from within.
"Jij kleine, achterbakse, arrogante, over het paard getilde kabouter! Jij vuile, geniepige, onbetrouwbare bruinwerker! Jij hebt het echt achter de ellebogen! Hoe durf je? Je hebt me bespeeld! Gebruikt! Hoe kan ik je ooit nog vertrouwen?"
Gabriel shrank with each sentence and his eyes never left the floor.
"Sorry, Cassie... ik... ik wilde alleen maar helpen. Goed doen." he mumbled, but Cas was on a roll and wouldn't let up.
"Goed doen? Helpen? Waarom dan alle poppenkast? Waarom het geheimzinnige gedoe?" he bit out, letting his anger flow.
"Zodat ik precies wist wat er speelde. Cassie, wie praat er nou echt met de grote jongens? Niemand toch? Ik wilde er midden in zitten, zodat ik alles hoorde." he said, his tone pleading Cas to understand, to at least see why he did what he did.
And Cas did, but the fact that Gabriel had kept him in the dark for so long, severely rubbed Cas the wrong way.
"Maar je kan mij toch vertrouwen? Ik ben verdomme je broer!" he yelled, throat starting to burn and seize up with all the shouting and emotions. His wound burned and pulled.
Suddenly something else came to his mind, and an icy calm descended on him.
"Gabey... did you ensure I got hired?" Cas asked, his voice low and dangerously level.
Sam sat up, placing a hand on Gabriel's shoulder in support.
"No. He didn't, Cas. He only stated that you had his preference, and he backed it up with evidence. I've read through every report about that job opening. You got in on your skill. Nothing Gabe could've done if you didn't qualify." he said sincerely.
Cas sighed, bone tired after all that had happened the last hour.
"It's ok, Sam. I understand. And I know where Gabriel is coming from. It... it was just the proverbial straw."
His throat was raw and his head hurt.
When a warm hand landed on his shoulder, he didn't even turn to see who it was. He knew anyhow.
"Hello, Dean."
"Heya, Cas."
Notes:
Dutch to English translations:
Jij kleine, achterbakse, arrogante, over het paard getilde kabouter! - You little, back-handed, arrogant, stuck up gnome!
Jij vuile, geniepige, onbetrouwbare bruinwerker! - You dirty, sneaky, untrustworthy suck-up!
Jij hebt het echt achter de ellebogen! - You're really underhanded!
Hoe durf je? - How dare you?
Je hebt me bespeeld! Gebruikt! - You have played me! Used(me)!
Hoe kan ik je ooit nog vertrouwen? - How can I ever trust you again?
ik... ik wilde alleen maar helpen. Goed doen. - I... I just wanted to help. Do the right thing.
Goed doen? Helpen? - Do the right thing? Help?
Waarom dan alle poppenkast? - Then why all the theater?
Waarom het geheimzinnige gedoe?- Why all the cloak and dagger?
Zodat ik precies wist wat er speelde. - So I knew what was going on.
Cassie, wie praat er nou echt met de grote jongens? Niemand toch? - Cassie, who really talks to the big guys? No-one, right?
Maar je kan mij toch vertrouwen? - But you can trust me, right?
Ik ben verdomme je broer! - I'm your damned brother!