Ok peeps! Wrapping this one up. Not quite done, but getting real close! Still, Lisa's opinion does NOT voice mine. But who listens to such a crazy lady? Right?

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Dean tugged on his tie, hating it with a vengeance.
"Crap... stupid things never listen... I feel like one of the Blues Brothers."
With a soft smile, Cas stepped in, carefully fixing the wayward piece of clothing.
"It just copied mine. Refusing to be straight. Now, shush. You're cussing in the courthouse."
Dean kissed him chastely on the cheek.
"Sorry, Angel. Just nerves, I guess."

The doors behind them opened, and a clerk stepped out.
"Mr. Winchester? Mr. Novak? We're about to start." she said.
They nodded and followed her inside, where Sam and Gabe joined them.
"All rise in the case of the State versus Braeden!" the bailiff bellowed.
"The honourable judge Mosely presiding."
Dean glanced to the bench where Lisa sat, clad in one of those horrible orange jumpsuits.

The judge, a portly dark woman with a stern look, sat down and rapped her gavel.
"Sit down, people. We're here in the case against ms. Braeden, who stands accused of leading a prostitution ring, and assault with intent to cause greivous bodily harm, or even kill. How do you plead?"
Lisa's lawyer rose. "Not guilty, your honour." he said in a smarmy voice.
Dean wanted to scoff, but Cas' hand on his knee held him back.

Gabriel had found out that Lisa had used her contacts in Nemod to find and use vulnerable young girls. These she would woo, make them feel endebted to her, then make them pay off their 'debts' by letting them be used as 'gifts' for wealthy clients. Not clients from the firm, but from rich, deviant people who knew her as 'Ruby', the lady who had the perfect, docile escorts.
The poor girls were slaves in all but the real sense. Lilith was Lisa's partner, who took care of day to day business, while Lisa was working at Nomed, and Marley was one of her scouts.
Even thinking about this all, made Dean want to throw up.
He'd never known, and he had lived with Lisa for years.

Cas squeezed his knee again, this time reassuring.
"No-one knew, Dean. Don't be so hard on yourself." he whispered, knowing exactly what Dean was thinking.
Dean put his hand over Cas' and squeezed back, looking over to his boyfriend.
The thin, white line in Cas' neck was finally starting to fade a little.
Dr. Devereaux was right. Adam had done a beautiful job.

Dean let his eyes slide over to where Sam and Gabe sat. The evidence Gabe and Charlie had found, meant Gabe had to come clean as mr. Gold, but after the initial shock had subsided, and Cas had shouted himself out of a voice about Gabriel being a manipulative, sneaky troll, it all was for the best.
Crowley had raised his eyebrows, then smirked and raised his glass at Gabe.
"Well... I must congratulate you, mr. Gold. I never even suspected. But I'm glad you were 'undercover' as it were. So, where do we go from here?" he'd said.
Now, Gabe still worked maintenance, and nobody questioned why. He just had to attend meetings in person.

The trial was long and tedious at first, but then they got to the part where Lisa had threatened Cas. The mood in the court changed abruptly.
Dean tensed up, Gabriel's upper lip curled in disdain and hatred, and Cas trembled slightly.
Her honour, judge Mosely, looked down at Lisa.
"Now why did you go to mr. Novak, ms. Braeden?"

Lisa cast a venomous look at Cas and snorted.
"He had to pay! That filthy faggot took my boyfriend!"
Her lawyer shushed her, but the words were out and nothing could take them back.
Judge Mosely raised her eyebrows.
"Really, councillor. I thought you had prepared your client. Ms. Braeden, I will not allow such disrespectful behaviour in my court." She turned to the DA. "So, mr Turner, do you have any witnesses to call?"

The DA, who was the same guy that had bought Dean the Johnny Walker for fixing his car, nodded severely.
"The State calls Dean Winchester to the stand."
Dean gulped and walked up to where the bailiff stood to take his oath.
His guts knotted, and sweat broke out on his forehead, but he took the oath and sat down in the stand.
He could do this. This was for Cas.

That night, the nightmares came back.
Dean dreamt he was too late. He opened the door to Cas' office to see him lying in a pool of blood, Lisa cackling over his dead body.
"Dean... Dean... wake up!"
That was Cas'gravelly voice, but Cas was lying there, dead... blue eyes vacant...
"Dean... you're having a nightmare! Please... wake up!"
Cool lips brushed his cheek and that hint of oceany freshness tickled his nose.
Dean opened his eyes, aware that tears were sliding silently down his temples.

"Cas..." he gasped.
Warm arms around him, lips to his brow.
"I'm here, Dean. I'm safe." Cas whispered softly into his hair.
Dean turned around and caught Cas' lips in a desperate kiss.
Cas kissed back, softly, sweetly and with infinite love.
Dean relaxed under his lips and sighed contently.

Dean rubbed his head against Cas', like a kitten.
"I love you, Cas. I... I need you."
Cas hummed, kissing his hair.
Pushing himself up to look into those amazing blue eyes, Dean licked his lips.
"Cas... will you marry me?"

The cerulean eyes widened, blinked, then started to tear up.
"Dean... Yes... YES!" Cas gasped out, hugging him and peppering him with tiny kisses.
Dean basked in the glow of Cas' happiness for a bit, before pushing up again.
"One thing, Castiël Novak." he stated.
Cas did his adorable headtilt.
"You wear that sexy, black coat on our wedding day!"