Cas was sprawled across Dean's lap while he just lied around the hotel. Desirae had come back to them the same day, which had been about a week prior. By then Sam had already written all of his final exams and was waiting for his diploma to be picked up. Bobby and Nikki had probably played every classic card game Cas knew of and then some. Dean tinkered with his car and did a few repairs to curb boredom. They were all pretty tired of it.

Not that Cas didn't want to spend time with everyone, but it felt like they were tied down. They had to wait for the investigation to close so they couldn't really go off and hunt for houses. He didn't like feeling stuck, that was probably the worst part. In fact he really enjoyed having everyone in the same room, even if they were all doing nothing. At least Sam and Jet sounded excited about the idea of moving to LA.

Speaking of, the two had mentioned something about there being a specialist called in for the clones and they expected to be contacted soon. Cas wasn't sure what their definition of soon was, but his was apparently different and a much shorter amount of time.

He was at his wit's end with the waiting and was ready to just go out and fly around the town for no reason whatsoever. So, when he heard Dean's phone ring he jumped for it; that was the number they'd given to the police to contact and therefore any call on Dean's phone was for him, probably.

"Hello?"

"Hello, this is Captain Stevens, is Castiel Novak there?"

"Speaking," Cas lit up and settled on the spot he'd landed, not caring where it was or that he'd disturbed Charlie's solitaire game.

"We've compiled the case evidence and we'd appreciate it you would come in. There are some questions about a few things, as well."

"I'll be there, is it alright if I bring Dee-uh-Dean with me?"

"Sure, we don't need the whole team though."

"Right, thanks a lot, we'll be right on our way!" Cas hung up and looked at Dean with lively eyes, "You and me are going to the police station."

"You and I," Sam corrected absently as he looked at his phone, and Jet hit him with a pillow for it.

"What happened?" Dean slowly sat upright, his hair was a fluffy mess and Cas couldn't help but steal a kiss real quick.

"They have information on this whole thing, let's go." He tugged at Dean's arm a few times before hopping up and fluttering toward the door.

"Is this a group thing?" Jet asked from his lazy position next to Sam who was clearly considering getting vengeance for the pillow thing.

"They asked for me and are allowing Dee to be there, so I don't think so." Cas felt a little bad about that, everyone had been involved in it. It didn't seem right to leave them behind. "You know what? Everyone can come if they want to, we're in this thing together."

"Damn right," Charlie cheered and climbed up to her feet, "Let's do this!"

Cas knew he'd made the right choice when everyone in the room stood up from where they were sitting. Even if they didn't say anything he was sure he'd feel much better knowing they were right behind him.

"Uhhh…" Stevens eyed the team then looked at Castiel who held the most serious face he could muster. "Alright then, come in… everyone…" He opened the door where there were only three chairs and a table. Jet was one of the first ones to take a chair, Desirae in his lap and Sam standing behind him. Cas made sure Dean got one too and did the same as Sam, staying as a silent support of sorts behind his boy.

"Thanks for not objecting," Cas said and Stevens just smiled as he took the opposite chair.

"I figure your group has gone through enough already, no need for me to be spiteful." He placed a folder on the table and opened it. "Let's just get this rolling then, I'm sure you've all been antsy to hear about how the investigation's going."

"Fuck yeah we are," Jet blurted out and Desirae immediately went to high-five him. Sam wasn't as impressed but he didn't say anything, just a light ruffling of Jet's hair. Cas gently forced Dean's thumb's up toward Jet down, as well. He didn't want to encourage that any more than Sam did.

Stevens didn't seem to care, he just smirked and plucked out a few pages, "Well I'll start by saying we've cracked the encryptions so every file is open to us. This is a list of the individuals who were involved with MacLeod's work."

Cas' gaze was very stuck to the first page; right off the bat he felt like a weight was placed in front of him. Normally it would make his mind or chest heavy with just the thought, but instead it just sat there on the table in front of him. He could pick it up if he wanted or he could ignore it, he had no idea if knowing that information would help him or hurt him.

Dean on the other hand didn't hesitate and took the pages for himself, it was just a bunch of names from what Cas could see over his shoulder. Cas didn't recognize any of them and he doubted that Dean did either.

"Do you know these people?" Stevens asked the group as a whole which led to people leaning in. Dean started listing off the names, Cas figured to reduce crowding.

No one reacted much; there were a few names that rang a bell but not much more than that. Michael knew more names than anyone else, but that was because he'd been in the same place for so long. Each time Mike spoke up he had to fill out what information he knew about them and how he knew them. And though it was annoying he still spoke up every time, Cas was so happy to have him there though he could tell some of the others were hoping Mike didn't know anyone else.

When it was finally done Michael was shaking out his wrist from having to write so much. "Thank you, Mr. Novak." The captain smiled as he took the small pile they'd gotten from Michael's info. "We'll be looking into each one of these people and they'll be questioned and charged appropriately. You don't have to be present for their trials but you're welcome to attend." He stated politely though Cas could tell that he said things like that often. It was alright, he didn't really need a personal speech but he wouldn't have minded not noticing either.

"So now what?" Jet asked simply and Stevens looked at him a little more seriously.

"Well, I wanted to speak to a few of you about a separate matter involving the remaining living beings in the laboratories."

Cas looked at the others then back to the captain, "Which few? Is it alright if we all hear it?"

"Just the ones involved with the cloning process, but if the three of you are alright with it then I'll proceed."

"Three?" Desirae asked and looked at Cas, "There's just us two."

"Did another one start talking?" Cas furrowed his brow, he couldn't place the feeling that starting forming in his abdomen but he didn't like it much.

Stevens shook his head, "No, no, actually I were referring to Jet."

Jet raised an eyebrow, "Me? I didn't…" he slowed down and glanced back at Sam who touched his shoulder.

"We found five living clones of Castiel and one of you, I wanted to discuss your thoughts on what to do with them next." He looked at the three separately, "Did you want this to be a private conversation?"

"I don't mind if they hear," Cas replied first and turned to Jet and Desirae who both nodded. Jet was a little slower.

"Yeah," Rae stated, "I don't care; they can listen."

"They can stay," Jet agreed quietly, Cas could tell he was a little more distracted after that bit of news.

"Alright," Stevens nodded, "Then I'll tell you what we're willing to do for them. In order to find out more about their mental state and how they function they'll be placed in a special rehabilitation facility. There they will be monitored and treated, and if all goes well, hopefully integrated into society."

Cas didn't know the likelihood of their success, but he liked the idea of it. Of course, that was assuming that it was what captain Stevens said it was. "This isn't another testing facility, is it?"

"There would be tests done but only to better their lives. At the moment no one knows how their bodies work, if they carry new diseases, or what to do if they get sick. And I assure you, they're very unwell."

He didn't doubt that, starvation wasn't a kind thing to do to the body. "I appreciate the honesty," Cas said but left it at that. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do with what was left of his clones. Part of him, the feral part, wanted them all dead. That way he'd be safe from them forever. However he couldn't stop thinking about the failed one that survived long enough for him to find it and take it outside. If that one was capable of feeling then so were the others.

"Do you really think they can be integrated?" Sam asked hesitantly, "They were pretty nasty."

"Nah, they were a great group of guys," Dean remarked sarcastically and Jet tried hard not to laugh, he didn't succeed but Cas commended the effort.

"We can't be sure, but it's worth a try." Stevens answered once Jet and Dean seemed to be done giggling. "This isn't a case we've had often, it's difficult to say exactly what will happen."

"I got a question," Jet spoke up again, "What the hell is up with my clone? Where'd you find it?"

"There was a separate room built for it, looks exactly like you but doesn't talk or do much." Stevens was as objective as he could be though everyone seemed to be on the same page. Jet shuddered and looked like he might be sick, though he just nodded and gestured for the conversation to carry on with a wave of his hand.

"So then if they are society-ready at the end of all this," Dean started after the pause lingered too long, "do they just go off as regular citizens?"

"That depends on how they turn out, but if all goes well and they recover like normal humans then probably."

"That's a resounding maybe," Jet grinned at Dean, probably trying to think about anything else at that point.

"They didn't ask to be made," Sam looked at his brother solemnly, "If they can be helped then I think it's worth a shot, we can't do much other than watch them. And I don't know about you, but I think we've got our hands full right now."

"Yeah, yeah," Dean waved him off, "I get it, I was just wondering what it'd look like."

Cas felt naïve for thinking it, but he wanted to believe everything would be alright with the authorities taking over everything. Nothing could be worse than what MacLeod did, as far as he was concerned. At least they had the decency to try and put a positive spin on it, give them an optimistic outlook on the situation's finale.

"Hey," Cas fidgeted with the part of Dean's shirt closest to his fingers, catching his boyfriend's attention despite his intent directed at the captain. "What if something happens to me? I don't have a normal medical history either."

Stevens paused and tapped his fingers to chin a few times as he considered it. "Well, if you'd be comfortable with it, we could have you come in once in a while. Take some blood and run tests for you, try and get some idea of where you're at. The people who take care of your clones would be the ones helping you as well, so you'd get to see the progress each time you visited."

Cas nodded and looked down at Dean, "I just want to make sure I have a doctor of some kind, you know?"

Dean reached up and held his hand firmly, "Whatever you think you need, I'm right there with you."

He leaned down and kissed Dean sweetly, "Thank you, Dee."

"It's what I'm here for." Dean smirked and looked back at Stevens, "I'd join him on those visits, I figure that's not an issue?"

"Of course not, Castiel can bring anyone he wants to."

"Do you know what MacLeod was after? Was it government related?" Charlie asked questions Cas was sure had plagued her for a while. Her tone wasn't as polite as Stevens' though; Cas couldn't say he blamed her.

The captain didn't seem phased by it, he just shook his head and did his best to answer her. "From what we've uncovered we can safely say that he was working based out of his own home and that was it. Everything followed his own agenda, and we're certain that he did majority of his experiments for profit. The list of people involved with MacLeod weren't just employees, some of them were buyers as well."

"He sold clones?" Cas asked tentatively, his stomach turning with just the idea that there were others like him out there.

"We're not sure what was sold just yet, once we contact these people we'll have a better idea. MacLeod's human experiments were more recent, his files list animals as his primary subject for most of his years doing this. He must've gotten greedy." Stevens looked pissed, it was subtle but Cas could see it in his face. It wasn't much but it made Cas feel more comfortable talking to him, just knowing he understood their side of what happened.

"Thank you," Charlie said after a moment of contemplation passed.

"Do you think you'll need us in person anymore?" Michael asked next, "We wanted to move out of here, find somewhere else to live that isn't connected to what happened."

"I understand, I think that should be everything as long as we still have your contact information."

"We can call when we get to wherever we're going," Sam confirmed and Stevens agreed that it was alright.

"So that's all?" Jet asked hopefully, "We're free to go?"

"That's it, we'll call you with any updates."

"Can we go outside now?" Desirae asked, her ears perked up and eyes on Jet, then Sam, and then Cas.

"We can do anything we want to," Jet reassured her, "What do you want to do?"

"I wanna be on TV," she stated proudly, "That way everyone can see me all at once and I don't have to tell everybody individually what I am."

Cas choked on a laugh and covered his mouth once he caught it, Dean glanced back at him with a grin.

"Well," Jet raised an eyebrow and looked at Dean and Castiel, "That depends on whether or not our other interest topic wants to come along and help explain it all."

Cas pursed his lips and looked at Desirae who was staring at him intently, baby blues eager as she waited for his answer. Who was he to deny her that kind of quick relief? He had no idea what it'd do for her, or for him. He didn't know if it would be well received or terrible, but it would definitely get their story out there.

"You know what?" He looked at Dean and smiled before turning back to Desirae, "Let's do it, I'm with you."

"Oh boy," Sam chuckled and started walking out of the room, "Here we go with the media circus."

"At least we'll start it on our own this time," Charlie chimed as she raised her hand for a high five from Cas. He made sure to complete it gently, at least by his strength standards anyway.

"Hell yeah, let's take over the world while we're at it."

Author's Note:

Oh my god 95 chapters. I think it's almost done guys, almost there. Lessee... what's on my list... ah, yes. The team needs to move into a new home - we've picked LA for Cas' singing career. Cas needs to start singing - after he and Desirae go and end up on a talk show of some kind that'll be pretty easy. Everybody needs fuckin' therapy. Oh, and one baby needs a prosthetic arm. Am I missing anything lol