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So I found this Tumblr post and, since my Cas baby needs all the love he can get, I'm doing it! (Even though I'm a few weeks behind). If y'all want to try the Stop Hurting Cas 2K15 challenge then just go and check it out at cassammydean on Tumblr and then here: post / 129146793016 / as-supernatural-is-returning-on-the-7th-of

Week 1 – Favourite Episode

"What's the word, Cas?" Dean said as he approached Cas, whose head was buried in a newspaper. The angel's messy dark hair was all that could be seen and he didn't even look up as he replied to Dean's question.

"It's a shortened version of my name."

Dean held back a laugh and tried not to think about just how adorable Cas was. He'd been having a lot of those thoughts lately, ever since Cas got out of Purgatory, and while a small part of himself said that he had it bad for Cas, a larger part of him was violently protesting that he was not gay and he did not have a crush on his dorky, blue-eyed angel!

Crap. His angel. He was so fucked.

"Yes it is," was all Dean could say, struggling not to snicker. "I meant what's the word on the Word? Any, uh, tablet chatter on angel radio?"

"Oh," Cas blinked. "I couldn't say. I turned that off."

"You can do that?" Sam said curiously.

"Yes, it's a simple matter of blocking out certain subsonic frequencies. I could draw you a diagram if you want."

"No," Dean said immediately, really trying his hardest not to laugh at his nerdy angel now. "That's – we're good. Why'd you flip the switch?"

"Because it's a direct link to Heaven. And I don't want anything to do with that place – not anymore."

Dean could understand that. If he had a halo and a pair of wings strapped to his back like Cas did, he definitely wouldn't want anything to do with those dicks upstairs.

"So what now?" he said, trying to distract himself from his thoughts and from the knowing look that Sam was shooting him. "Move to Vermont, open up a charming B&B?"

"No." Cas didn't look like he understood that reference but he didn't comment on it. "I still want – I still need to help people."

'Yeah and that's why I like you, man,' Dean thought. 'You always gotta help people, even if you ended up getting fucked over.'

"I'm gonna become a hunter," Cas announced. Dean blinked in shock and was about to protest when he saw that Cas was smiling widely for the first time in, well…years. How could he wipe that smile off his angel's face?

"I could be your third wheel!" Cas continued eagerly and God, if that wasn't one of the cutest things that Dean had ever seen! But Cas seemed to be under the impression that third-wheeling it was a good thing, so Dean had to correct him.

"You know that's not a good thing, right?" he said. Cas wasn't fazed.

"Of course it is," he argued. "A third wheel adds extra grip, greater stability…"

Well, Dean couldn't argue with that. It seemed that whenever two of them were at odds, the third one in the group was there to hold them together and stabilise them. The number of times that Sam had acted as the voice of reason between them…how many times Cas had just stuck it out when Sam and Dean were arguing…and how Dean's presence prevented Cas and Sam, who weren't as close as him and Cas, from feeling too awkward.

"I even found a case!" Cas said brightly. "Oklahoma City: a man's heart jumped ten feet out of his chest. It sounds like our kind of thing, right?"

Dean tried to ignore how his stomach fluttered at 'our' kind of thing.

"He's got a point," Sam said. Dean wasn't sure whether Sam was being genuine or whether his sasquatch brother was just agreeing to try and push him and Cas together.

"Excellent." Cas rapped on Baby. "I'll see you there."

Hell no! Cas wasn't getting away from him that easily!

"Wait, Cas!" Dean said quickly. "If you wanna play cowboys and bloodsuckers, that's fine. But you're gonna stick with us, okay? None of this zapping around crap. Capiche?"

"Yeah, I capiche," Cas said after a moment.

"Alright then." Dean approached the driver's door, trying not to stare at Cas. Dammit, why did he have to be so…so…so damn adorable? Why did he have to make Dean want to just grab him and kiss him senseless and shove him up against the nearest wall and –

'Yeah, stopping right there before I blow my load,' Dean thought quickly, grimacing at the tightness in his jeans. What the fuck was it about Cas? Why was Dean finding it harder and harder to stay in control around him?

Dammit, why did his gorgeous, dark-haired, blue-eyed, clueless Castiel just have to be so lovable?