Three weeks later, in the courtroom, Dean was called to the stand to relay everything that had happened to him. At first, he was nervous, unsure of what how he'd react. His thoughts circled his head as he thought about what he needed to say. The courtroom was silent, and the light shone on the pale walls and floors. Designs of angels and humans surrounded the room. Dean spoke the truth about everything that the defense and the prosecution needed to hear. Right now, the case they were working on involved his foster parents.

"Dean, did you or did you not steal the pearl the first time under orders from your parents?" The defense said the lawyer was dressed in a black suit and tie. His hair was jelled giving the jury the attention and noting that they meant him to be professional.

"I did." Dean responded simply.

"And within that moment, you claim that your foster parents, the people who were meant to take care of you verbally, physically, and mentally abused you?"

"Yes, I didn't want to steal the pearl. I had no intentions to do that," Dean explained. "All this was just to figure out what happened to my brother all those years ago."

"Right, but you could have done other things rather than do what your foster parents said," the lawyer explained. "You could have contacted the police and asked about your brother, but why did you go through all the trouble to steal the pearl only for it to be taken from right under your nose?"

"Objection!" the prosecutor said. "I don't see what any of this has to do with the situation."

"Overruled!" the judge exclaimed. "Mr. Winchester, please answer the question." Dean hesitated, but took a few deep breaths before answering.

"I went through all the trouble because I was told by my foster parents they would tell me where Sam was," Dean answered. "If I stole the pearl and brought it to them, then they would help me."

"No further questions, your honor." The lawyer said and returned to his seat. Dean glanced in the seats behind the lawyer and saw Sam's forehead crinkle. The prosecutor, a petite blonde with a gray blouse and pencil cut skirt, stepped forward.

"Dean," the prosecutor said. "was there a deeper reason for you to take the pearl? Did your foster parents do something that you didn't like?" Dean's face turned red, his stomach twisted and he wanted to throw up. He glanced over at Crowley and Ruby, who shook their heads, glaring daggers at him. "Dean?" Dean shook his head and cleared his throat, turning his attention away from his Foster family and back to the prosecutor.

"One, they abused me, told me that if I didn't do what they said, then I wouldn't get anything to eat," Dean explained, his voice breaking a little. "But Crowley, he did the worse, he would beat me, burn me with his cigarettes, and he would touch me in places that I was uncomfortable with."

"So, you were molested?"

"Yes, I threatened to leave, but they told me if I left, there would be no way to track down my brother."

"The prosecution rests, your honor," the prosecutor responded. "Thanks Dean, no further questions, your honor." The rest of the trials took a few more minutes before the jury entered with their verdict. Ruby and Crowley were found guilty of sexually harassing a minor, they were also guilty of making Dean steal the pearl and sentenced to eighteen years in prison and with an additional of nine years in prison giving them twenty-seven years in prison plus one million dollars they had to pay for the artifact. Bela and her henchmen were found guilty as well, with two accounts of kidnapping in the second degree and an attempt to terrorize the entire world. They got twenty years for terrorism and sixty-three months in jail. With his foster parents going to jail and his enemy, and her henchmen, also get thrown in jail, Dean found himself free from his bonds he joined the FBI alongside his brother and together the two continued to kick butt with the help of Sarah of course.