Lisa was convicted, and would never breathe free air again.
The amazing, matronly judge Mosley was so disgusted by her total lack of remorse, she cut the possibilty of parole off.
Of course Lisa didn't go quietly, and blamed everything on Cas, but he couldn't find the energy to care.
The only time he wanted to actually cause her harm, was when she called on Dean for help. "Dean, baby..." she'd said, and Cas had wanted to growl at her, smite her for even trying.
Dean, however, had curled his lip in disgust, making Cas proud to be with him.
He reminded Dean of their appointment at the bakery, and they left Lisa behind them.
And now? Now Cas was sitting in their room, watching the backyard.
Out there, people were waiting, but he had to take a bit of time for himself.
This morning, his phone had rung, and the caller id had made him smile warmly.
That smile slid off like water from a duck with one sentence.
"Castiel, I'm dying..."
Amelia, his pal and confedant in college, the spunky girl who would pretend to be his girl, when other girls would try and get to Cas, the one girl he might have considered briefly to try and be more with. Amelia was dying. Cancer. It might be quick, it might be slow, she'd said.
But she also asked him if he was still ok with being the custodian of her now 15 year old daughter.
Of course he was!
But he wasn't ok with having to imagine the world without Amelia. He loved her like a sister, and had always supported her, and her choice to keep her baby, even though she was barely twenty when she got her.
He rubbed his face, trying to remember that Amelia could still have years, and got to his feet.
A knock sounded on his door, and Sam stuck his head around the corner.
"Ready, Cas?"
The back yard was filled with people, including oma and Bobby, Charlie and Gilda.
All the people he loved.
Cas sighed, smiled warmly at Sam and chucked on his black coat.
"Ready as I'll ever be."
Sam chuckled and straightened Cas' collar.
"You look ravishing, Cas. Dean'll have to be restrained." he joked.
The image that conjured, made a blush appear on Cas' cheeks.
"Thanks, Sam. You look amazing too. I'm sure that Gabriel will find a secluded spot to grope you to his hearts content, before the day is half done."
Sam chuckled again. "I'm sort of counting on that." he admitted with a cute blush.
They made their way downstairs, chatting amiably.
"Good Lord, Cassie! You look simply delectable! I'm sorry I ever left. Had I known you're such a studmuffin..." a cheery voice with a British accent drawled.
Sam frowned at the blonde guy who stood in the livingroom like it was his.
"Excuse me? Who the fuck are you?" he growled and Cas grinned at his protectiveness.
The guy raised a well groomed eyebrow and his grey eyes flicked to him and back to Cas.
"Cassie? Is this your toyboy?" he asked intrigued, eyeing Sam up and down.
"No. He is mine, Balthy. Back. Off." Gabriel growled low from his spot in the kitchen.
Sam flushed and smiled cutely.
"Gabey! Really? You and this hunk of man-meat? Wow. Congratulations!" Balthazar quipped.
Gabriel swiftly crossed the room and took Sam by the arm.
"Sam, Balthazar Delacroix, Balthy, Sam Winchester, my boyfriend."
Sam licked his lips and smirked.
"So, you're the guy I have to thank. Without you, we wouldn't be here, I guess." he stated.
Seeing Balthazar look utterly non-plussed, Cas drew a conclusion or two.
He grabbed Balthazar by the arm and pulled him to the side with a muttered excuse to his brother and Sam.
"Balthazar, why are you here?" Cas asked bluntly.
Balthazar ran a finger over the collar of Cas' white shirt.
"I came to apologise for just leaving like that, and to see if maybe I stood a chance to... I don't know... get a little closer?" he cooed softly.
Cas batted Balthazar's hand off and frowned darkly.
"How did you get in? I know for sure the front door is locked, and you left your key." he stated.
Balthazar shook his head.
"Cassie, Cassie, Cassie..." he said amused. "Old habits and such, darling. You never lock the scullery door when you're in. Although there's a lot to do in the yard. Having a party, are we?"
He tried to run his fingers through Cas' hair and Cas ducked irritably.
"Really, Balthazar. You came at the most inopportune time," he sighed. "but since you're here, you can stay. I hope you'll enjoy."
Without further ado, Cas turned and walked off towards the garden, Sam and Gabriel grinned and followed him.
Outside, the babble of voices died as soon as Cas stepped outof the scullery door.
The throng of bodies parted like the red sea, and Cas saw Dean.
He looked so handsome in his black suit with the dark green accents, Cas nearly decided to call everything off and drag him to the bedroom.
Dean turned around at the lull in the noise and his eyes lit up when he saw Cas.
Cas made his way over to where Dean stood and sighed.
Judge Mosley smiled warmly at them both and clapped her hands loudly.
"Allright people! Order!" she called, and the guests all sat down in the chairs that were placed in rows on the lawn.
"We're gathered here today..." the judge started, and Cas smiled to himself when he heard the soft "Oh fuck!" from Balthazar.
Dean didn't notice, but the judge flashed Cas a grin and Balthazar a glare, before continuing.
"... to witness Dean and Castiel get married."
Cas ignored the rest of the world to stare at his love and almost husband and listen to judge Mosley tying the knot for them.
When she asked Dean if he would take Cas to be his lawful wedded husband, Dean smiled, tugged his shirt collar down a bit and answered "I certainly do."
Cas swallowed down his joyous tears and gave the judge his answer.
Dean's eyes blew out, then teared up.
"Go on, sweethearts, kiss." the judge encouraged.
They kissed, loving, warm and long.
They only broke apart when the judge called out: "I present to you: mr. and mr. Winchester-Novak."