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"Mr. Novak, you plead self defense. Could you please explain the details of the alleged attack against you by Mr. Bartholomew Harrington?" The persecuting lawyer said, standing where all the courtroom could see. Castiel sat at the stand, his palms sweating. This case determined his life after all.

Castiel swallowed the lump forming in his throat, looking over at his family that sat in the audience. Only Gabriel wasn't there, offering to stay at home with all the kids. "Well, I stood at the pier, and Bartholomew was standing at the end-"

"What were you doing at the pier?" The lawyer cut him off, a hard look in his eyes. He knew the man was only doing what his job demanded, but Castiel couldn't help but hate him.

"I had received a call while at the hospital with my brother, and they told me to meet them there in two hours." Castiel responded, meeting his gaze evenly as he let his mask slip over. Much like Lucifer, he too had a mask. One of bluntness. One to hide his fear.

"Why did you listen to the call? Why did you not simply ignore it and save yourself all this trouble?" The man asked, pressing harder on Castiel, as if trying to get him to crack. He had remembered this tactic from Sam's explaining and practice runs. He was trying to get incriminating evidence on Castiel.

"They threatened to kill my husband if I didn't." Castiel answered, and the court grew oddly quite, the juries mumbling stopping. The judge listened with interest, allowing the lawyer to continue.

"So, you went, under the pretense of a threat." The lawyer said, his eyes softening just a bit. Castiel took in a small breath, his lips quivering slightly. He might just get through this. "And, you met these two hooded men, the victim as one, as the witness reports went. Then what?"

"The one who called me said that we had to fight to the death." Castiel said, his voice dropping slightly. This is where it got onto complicated grounds.

"Why?" The lawyer asked. Castiel let his gaze flicker over to Dean's face, then Sam's before returning to the lawyer, gaining strength from the hope he had seen in their eyes.

"He said it was to prove ourselves." Castiel said, keeping his answers as vague as possible. The judged frowned, as if he was trying to work out what was going on. Castiel couldn't blame him.

"Do you know what he could have meant?" The lawyer asked, glancing towards the jury, who were listening intently.

"I believe he was a recruiter for the assassination group, the Angel's." Castiel replied, feeling his skin crawl as he heard whispers break out among the court room. The lawyer nodded, and Castiel hoped that he was doing this right.

"And how did you know this?" The lawyer asked.

"I got a call a few days later, and the man sent me to their headquarters." Castiel replied, clasping his hands together underneath the stand, out of sight from everyone.

"So, this recruiter instructs you to kill each other, then what happens?" The lawyer asked, finally getting off the subject that could potentially ruin everything, which Castiel was thankful for.

"Bartholomew pulls out a gun, and I just manage to dodge to the right when he shoots at me. I then pull out my gun and shoot him." Castiel said bluntly, praying that the jury would see it in his favor. The lawyer nodded, obviously agreeing with the events.

"So, you truly believed that you were justified in the murder of the victim?" The lawyer asked, looking at Castiel, then the jury. They were whispering, watching the Novak intently.

"I believed that if I did not kill him, I would be dead." Castiel said, his eyes narrowing slightly. That was the honest truth, and he hoped that he showed that.

"So, you truly believed that you were in danger, but one of the first rules of self defense is that you must have tried to escape first, or had a good reason for not escaping. Witnesses said that you did not attempt to escape other than dodging the gun fire. Could you give a reason then?" The lawyer asked, his voice professionally clipped. There was a hint of something there though, something that gave Castiel the hope of winning.

"I was on the pier in an open area. I had three choices. Go into the water and be shot, try to run and risk being shot, or shoot him." Castiel said, not bothering to add anymore on. As Sam said, keep his answers short to fight the risk of letting something slip.

"I see." The lawyer said before looking at the judge, dipping his head to him. "No further questions, your honor."

The judge nodded before looking around the court room. "We will take a ten minute recess for the jury to make their decision." He said before striking the gavel.

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"Has the jury reached their verdict?" The judge asked, staring at the small group of people as an elderly woman stood, nodding.

"We have your honor."

"How do you find the defendant?" 

There was a moment of silence, and Castiel felt his heart race at the woman's pause. "Under the charge of murder, we find the defendant, not guilty." The woman said, and Castiel let out a sigh of relief, sliding back into his chair. He felt a grin cross his face and turned his head, meeting Dean's eyes, tears welling in those green orbs.

He could finally go home.

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"It's felt like forever since I've been in here." Castiel said, letting his fingers trail over the wall of his home as they walked through the door. Dean followed behind him, a smile on his face as he dropped the keys to the impala on the key holder as they walked into the kitchen.

"Well, forever, three months. What's the difference?" Dean asked with a shrug, hugging his husband tightly from behind. Castiel heard Mike moving upstairs, but hardy noticed as he looked back at Dean.

"Yeah, it's the same thing." Castiel said with a soft smile before leaning over, kissing Dean gently. Dean kissed him back before turning him around, pushing him into the counter.

"Now that you're home, I'm gonna fuck you until you're screaming for what you've done." Dean growled, nipping at Castiel's lips fiercely. Castiel instantly felt himself get hard, his husband's hands wandering over his skin.

"B-but what about Mike?" Castiel asked before a soft moan escaped his lips, feeling Dean press against him, massaging his butt expertly. It was then that Dean pushed Castiel onto the counter, moving in between his legs.

"He'll just have to plug his ears and not come into the kitchen." Dean growled, biting at Castiel's ear lobes.

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Mike truly did have to do his best to ignore the screams that came from the kitchen, hoping that Sam would somehow feel his distress and come to his rescue.