"Whoa... Cas? Hey... no... I can't... Cas, slow down." Dean said as he picked up the phone. Sam looked up from his work space. He had a smudge of blue paint just under his left eye and had green dots all over the hem of his sleeve from where he had tried to spatter the paint. "No, Cas, don't leave. You need to stay at the office. Look, whatever it is we will work it out. It can't be tha-" Dean's face went blank, "They want you to do what?" Sam put his paint brush down as Dean looked his way.

"Dean?" Sam questioned as Dean put his head in his free hand.

"That means Sam too." Dean lifted his head and stared at his little brother, "What would they do if you refused?" Dean shook his head as he listened. "They couldn't find anyone else to do this?" Sam moved over to where Dean was standing and gestured in a 'what' motion with his hands, "No, this is your job. If they're willing to suspend you... I don't like it either Cas... Don't yell at me... Castiel, lower your voice...No... Count, right now. Count to three..." There was a lengthy pause as Castiel gathered himself and counted. "Now, I will see you at your apartment when you get off work. Don't think about it, ok? Do something else for the rest of the day. There will be time to sort through things. Everything will be ok... Yeah..." He hung up and let his head fall back.

"Dean, what's going on?" Sam asked.

"They want him to defend a murder."

"He's done that before, though. Why is it a problem now? And why did my name pop up?"

"Because... the murderer... is the guy..." Dean got choked up a little as he had to tell his little brother that he was going to defend Bobby's killer, " He's the guy who murdered Bobby." Sam's face registured pure shock for a solid minute before rage filled in.

"You're joking. How could they hand him that case? He can't ask for it to be given to someone else? I can't.. No I won't help defend him."

"They've threatened to suspend him if he refuses. He said you didn't have to work on it with him. He understands that would be asking way too much. He's just as upset at this as you are." Dean sat back down on his stool as he looked at his unfinished painting. It was going to be a beach in a pitch black night. Dean really loved working with glow in the dark paints, so all the details won't be able to be seen in the light.

"Can they do that? There has to be another way." Sam was red in the face as he paced back and forth between his own painting and Dean's.

" It doesn't look like it." Dean looked at his little brother, "Let's not worry about it right now," He got up and went over to Sam's painting, "Let's see what we've got." Sam still looked angry, but at least his face was turning back into it's normal shade. The bitch face was in place though.

"Don't judge it too much, Dean. I'm trying." Sam stood behind his brother as they pondered.

"Uhhhhh, Sam?" Dean cocked his head to the side and tried his very hardest not to laugh, "What exactly is it?" Sam put his hand on his hips.

"Well the big round thing is a Jaw Breaker. That's why there's a whole bunch of colors... Jess' favorite thing is candy. I want to add like the giant lollipops and maybe some gumballs. Ah hell, Dean, I don't know." Sam threw his hands in the air.

"No! Now I know what it is, I see it. This definitely will go somewhere. Try this..." Dean started giving little tips and pointers as Sam picked his brush back up. He knew that he was just distracting himself for the time being. Inside he was raging at th ijust done to his family. Someone was going to catch hell for this.

Sam was just finishing the last touches on his painting when Dean stood up and cracked his back. It wasn't very big, and there were a few mistakes that he saw, but he had done it. It was his own work and it looked good to him. He was certain Jess was going to love it. She was just that kind of person.

"You lover her, don't you." Dean smiled over at him.

"What?" Sam kinda laughed as he adjusted his face. He had probably been openly staring into space at his painting with a dumb look.

"Jessica. You love her. It's written all over you, Bro. You were most definitely thinking of her just now."

"What are you talking about, Dean?" He tried to play it off.

"Oh c'mon. You had that smirk and that look in your eye. You were thinking how much she's going to love that painting." Dean raised his eyebrows in a 'tell me I'm wrong' way.

"How'd you know? Since when are you so 'in-tune' with love?" Sam shook his head.

"I'm the love Doctor, Sammy. I know all about these kinds of things." Dean shrugged.

"Yeah, ok. So tell me, Mr. Love Doctor, when did you know you were in love with Cas?"

" 'Scuse me?" Dean looked away from Sam. His face was growing hot. He remembered the first time he'd told Cas he loved him in vivid detail. Everything that had happened leading up to the confession and the way they spooned after.

"When did you know for certain?" Sam was curious as to why his big brother had gone red.

"Uh, well... It was the day after we confirmed Bobby's body. The day after you had him come pick my drunk ass up. That was the day I first told him I loved him." Dean scratched the back of his head and turned his body towards his painting so his back was to Sam, so he couldn't see the semi-hard on he had sprung thinking of the memory.

"How did it happen? Was it romantic?" Sam walked up to Dean and looked over his painting.

"Why are you so curious? I'm not romantic, you know that. No chick flick moments." Dean leaned forward and put his elbow on his knee in an attept to further shield Sam.

"There wasn't any lead up? It was just said?" Sam looked over at him in disbelief.

"God damn it Sammy... Yes there was a lead up to it, but fuck if I'm going to tell you the story.

Sam was confused as to why Dean was so avid in his reluctance, " Wha-" Realization came over his face and it dawned on Sam why he was keeping it to himself, " Yeah, You just... let's... yeah.. no.. Let's let it die..." Sam quickly hurried back to his painting and went to clean off his brushes with the brightest blush on his face. Dean laughed a little.

"When a Mommy and a Da-"

"NO! Fuck off... Wait are you the... NO. Shit. Dean, you ass..." Sam leaned down and started banging his head against the counter next to the sink. Dean couldn't help but laugh. It was so great to be able to make his little brother die a little on the inside.

Dean looked at the time on his phone. He had thirty minutes before Cas got off work. "Are you hungry. I still have a little time left." Sam agreed to get food and they packed up the paint and left the canvases to dry. Dean's wasn't done, but it was coming along. They locked up the place and started walking to the Taco Bel around the corner.