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If you don't like Destiel, go else where.

Cass has turned humans. The Angels have all gone away, Crowley is still in their bunker basement, Cass is a hunter and has been human for a while now. Sam is healthy and doesn't have Ezekiel in him. There isn't any big appcolipse or drama just plain hunting. They're still trying to kill all the demons in the world by using Crowley though but all the hunters are in on it.

Steamy scenes will come in a little while. ;)

"Damn it Cass!" Dean sworn as he scrapped blood and some mystery chunks off his jacket. "If you had just ganked the shapeshifter with a gun instead of a crowbar I wouldn't be dealing with this crap."

"I'm sorry Dean but I didn't want to risk hitting you," Cass apologized, his blue eyes wide and puppy like. He held the crowbar pathetically in his right and the limp gun in the other. Typical Cass, always playing it safe.

"Give him a break Dean, we killed the thing and the blood will wash out...eventually." Dean turned on his brother only to find him fixing him with big doe eyes, they always teamed up on him. Dean sometimes suspected they spent long hours looking into each other eyes and having contest on who pulled the look off better. Luckily Cass had yet to pull off Sam's 'Bitch Face,' though it was only a matter of time before Sam taught him.

"You're just being nice because he screwed up and you don't have to sit in the back," Dean snapped. And right on cue came the 'Bitch Face.'

"Dean," Sam said firmly.

"It's my favorite jacket!" Dean defended himself. He yanked open the trunk of the Impala and threw in the jacket along with his sawed off shotgun.

"I was just being cautious," Cass said. He neatly set down his gun in the trunk in it's proper place and returned Dean's shotgun to it's allotted spot.

Cass was a neat freak, you'd think for a guy who couldn't keep his own tie straight would be okay with a little disorder but it turned out his physical appearance was the one thing he didn't keep neat. At least Dean had been able to fix that somewhat. Now that Cass was human he didn't wear his trench coat all the time, he wore Dean's smallest leather jacket-which was still slightly too big on him-a black shirt and a backwards tie. Cass insisted on keeping the tie, even if he could never tie it right and Dean was constantly fixing it for him.

Sam pitched his stuff in as well but had the decency to put it in the right place, Dean scoffed. He slammed the trunk before Cass could get his hands on Dean's jacket to fold it."You could have taken the shot," Dean said. "The shifter was at least ten feet away." He opened the driver's door while Sam slid into the front seat. Cass was staring at the trunk like he was considering going back to fold the jacket. Dean grabbed him by the collar and shoved him towards the back seat.

"There was a draft," Cass said as if that explained everything.

"Excuse me?" Dean asked. "Did you just say 'there was a draft?'"

"Wind can interfere with a bullets path and cause it to curve-"

"Ten feet?" Dean asked. Cass sighed and looked out the window in defeat.

"I'll wash it when we get home," he offered. Dean was still annoyed but Hey! if Cass wanted to do his laundry he wasn't going to complain.

"Eventually, you will have to shoot when me or Dean are nearby," Sam said. And now Sam decided to side with Dean! Right when Dean dropped the subject, he swore they plotted against him.

"I'm not a very good shot," Cass reminded them. It was true, Cass was a pretty fast learning when it came to hunting. Dean had forgotten that Cass was a soldier of the Lord and would therefore be able to master the arts of human attack and defend like a fish to water. Cass's first lesson had come as a real surprise to Dean. One minute Dean was explaining to Cass how to take down an opponent and the next he was pinned to the floor. Cass was pretty unoriginal in his attack was bad at improvising weapons but other than that he was on level with any other hunter out there. Except for one major flaw.

He couldn't shoot!

Anything Cass couldn't control with his own hands he didn't like. When it came to throwing a knife he was deadly accurate because he could control its speed by controlling the force of the throw and knives were less likely to go off course because of wind. He could make even control how deep the knife went, to the centimeter. But bullets could not be thrown shallowly, they simply obliterated whatever they hit. That made Cass uncomfortable. No matter how much they tried Cass simply could not get the hang of it. If the target was alone and relatively close then Cass was usually half-decent but put Dean or Sam in the picture and he shook more than a virgin at an orgy.

Not only that but when it came to learning normal human activity he was a lost cause, thousands of years as an angel could not be overridden with a few episodes of Dr. Sexy M.D. and pop culture lessons. He had learned how to "act" normal but he still didn't understand things. Take flirting for example. Dean had taught him some flirting skills but he didn't know why winking made a girl (or guy) like him more, he just knew it did and would do it and was good at it. Cass could flirt his way shamelessly through any situation without having a clue of why it was working. Just like he could tell a joke without knowing why it was funny or even why a punchline was called a punchline if there was no punching involved, or line for that matter.

"Look Cass, I know you're afraid of hurting me or Dean, but being a hunter means having each other's backs...and while me and Dean trust you to do that, we would feel a lot better knowing you could shoot."

"I see," Cass said as he considered his new information. "I didn't realise it's importance till now. Next hunt I will do better."

God, they were such girls. Hard to believe that the least gay man in the car wasn't a former all powerful angel or the spawn of evil.

Dean flicked on the radio to drown out there heart to heart before they started braiding hair or trying to get him to open up. In the rear view window Dean could see Cass staring up at the passing lights and starry sky. His gaze lingered on his untidy tie before going back to the road. No time to be worrying about his friends looks with such a long drive back.

They stopped at a diner on the way. It was bright and cheezy, make to look like one of those old fashion diners from the fifties or something. It was decked out with red seats, neon lights, round white tables, and a milkshake bar. Dean eyed the diner for potential one nighters and noticed a rather busty blonde waitress with her uniform just a little too tight. He nudged Cass and pointed to the girl.

"Call it," Dean said. Cass eyed the female.

"No ring, so no husband or fiance."

"Come on Cass, that's obvious, you know what I want to know." Castiel focused.

"Father problems, probably stemming from early childhood. Her make up is done to nicely for a night shift at a diner, she is looking for a potential mate." Dean patted Cass gratefully on the back. Every now and then he could summon up a little juice for a mind probe-hence the daddy issues knowledge-but mostly it just came from Cass's attention to detail.

"Now that is what I want to hear!" Sam looked disgusted.

"Dean!" he scolded. "He's not a toy."

"Come on Sammy, it's good for him, I'm teaching him observation skills." Then sat themselves down at a table.

"So Cass," Dean said casually as he glanced at the waitress. "Care for a little bet?" Sam rolled his eyes.

"Do you have to do this every time we stop at a diner."

"Hush now Sammy, men are talking." Cass looked at the waitress thoughtfully. It was wrong to bet on something like this, extremely unangelic and degrading. He should not and would not stoop to such a level...but then he saw today's special. A double decker grade A beef burger with bacon and all the right toppings. He turned the pop up ad towards Dean so he could see the special with a face of the utmost seriousness. Dean smiled. Sam almost threw up a little.

"You guys realize your betting over a girl for a burger!" he hissed.

"Shut up and eat a salad Sammy, a man's gotta have his meat. You know the rules, the first to get the number gets the special to go."

"Understood," Cass said as if he was about to embark on a sacred mission. Dean raised his hand to signal the waitress but Cass caught his hand mid-air with surprising speed. "I want fries too," he said as he looked Dean straight in the eye. Dean chuckled.

"Only if you win bird boy." Dean tried to free his hand but Cass girp was iron."

"And if I win I get to choose next time." Dean shrugged. Cass didn't have the best taste in women but Dean was a bit curious to see what his type was, but that was only if he won.

"Deal," he agreed. Cass released his hand and he waitress arrived in a flash. Cass's serious demeanor melted away into a breathtaking smile. Damn. Dean never should have taught him how to flirt. Not to be undone Dean gave a broad smile of his own. The poor waitress nearly died from the attention. She breathlessly handed them the meanus.

"What will ya'll have to drink?" she asked in a southern drawl.

"Hi there..." Dean glanced at her name tag. "Sandy!" he said brightly. "I'll have a cold beer, it's a sizzling night out there." Sam merely stared in horror as the waitress Sandy nearly swooned.

"I'll have a strawberry milkshake, thank you," Cass said politely. "I've got a bit of a sweet tooth," and he flashed that big well mannered smile that suggested he was devilishly nice guy who, who wanted kids, and a house, and would take care of you until you grew old together. Sandy giggled.

Dean hated that smile.

So Cass was playing the gentleman card. Pretty well played considering not many well mannered guys were in little Pontic, Texas, and damn if that tie didn't actually make him look like one.

"Coke...please," Sam pitched in, though is request mostly fell on deaf ears as the waitress was too basking the in the attention she was receiving. "One coke, one strawberry milkshake, and one water," the waitress said with a coy smile.

"I said..." The waitress spun on her heel in a girlish twirl and left the table with added hip swing for good measures. "...coke," Sam said finished sadly.

Cass glanced shyly up at her from behind his menu with that smile still on his face. He synchronized it so that every time she looked at him he pretended to look back at the menu, as if embarrassed from staring at her.

"This isn't over yet, Cass," Dean said. He wanted that free burger, and a quick romp in the bathroom, but mostly he wanted revenge for his jacket. Cass turned away from Sandy and Dean was hit by a blast of his charm and smile. God, for a second his heart almost skipped a damn beat.

"When will you ever learn Dean?" Cass asked. Dean glared at him and Cass continued to smile. Sam's eyes darted back and forth from his brother to his friend.

"So I was thinking of getting number five," he chimed in. They both ignored him, too caught up in their contest and starting to care. Sandy returned with drinks.

"Ah, perfect, just what I need to cool off," Dean said. He gave her a naughty wink and smiled. This time he had her attention. She twirled a strand of hair around her finger and pushed her chest out jsut a bit more to give Dean a better view of her cleavage. Cass could smile all he want but Dean has his wink down to a science. The distinction was clear: Dean was a fun time and Cass was a nice guy to date. What Sandy wanted was a night to remember not a boyfriend. He glanced over the menu more for the effect than anything, he knew what he wanted. "I'll have the special."

"I'll have the same," Cass said calmly. He wasn't even shaken with Dean found disappointing. From the way Sandy was acting Dean had this bet in bag. There was no coming back for Cass. Nothing he could possibly say could- "And his boyfriend will have the number five."

Sam spat the water he was drinking all over the table. Sandy's face had dropped like a stone and she stared open mouthed at Sam and Dean. A blush crept up her face and she stifled a laugh.

"Aww," she cooed. "You were trying to cover up for your boyfriend by flirting! That's adorable!" she punched dean lightly on the chest.

"No!" Dean practically shouted. "We're brothers! We aren't together-"

"Shh!" Sandy said. "I won't tell anyone ya'll secret. But..." she leaned down and whispered. "I'd be more careful, it's a little obvious." Dean was frozen with shock.

"I uh...have to go clean up in the bathroom," Sam said. He bolted from the table.

"You take your time sugar!" Sandy called. She spun from the table while giggling to herself and Cass folded the menu.

"Sandy!" he called.

"Yes?" Sandy asked.

"We'll take a special to go as well," Cass said with a beaming smile. Dean nearly punched him and his obnoxious smile through the wall.

"That's cheating!" Dean hissed.

"I did what was necessary," Cass said. "You almost won." Dean was steaming mad but Sandy was keeping a close eye on them so he didn't want to explode on Cass.

Sam emerged tentatively from the bathroom a little while later, after Sandy had served them and he didn't have to face her. Sandy came back a few time to flirt with Cass and giggle at Sam and Dean. It wasn't right Dean decided. He should have gotten laid and gotten a burger for the road, instead he got paired up with his own brother.

"You could at least have the decency to sleep with the girl," Dean hissed to Cass when they walked out of the diner. Cass had a number scrawled on one hand with a heart and a paper bag in his other.

"I would prefer to just take my trophy and go home," Cass said. Cass had been a human for almost half a year now and he would, on occasion, sleep with a girl. Apparently he was a quick learner in that area as well. Mostly just for "research" purposes. It made Dean a little nervous when he did, it reminded him of the Cass from 2014 who held orgys and spent most of his time getting high. But this Cass was different. He had a Dean who cared and Sam. Dean imagined the other Dean deemed him to be a lost cause and never tried to teach him how to fight or he probably saw how Cass shooted and gave up.

"Next time," Dean said.

"Next time I get to choose," Cass reminded him.

"Yeah, whatever," Dean growled as he slammed the door and started the engine. Cass sat happy and content with his bag in the back. He was in such a good mood he even let Sam sit in the front, though it was clear who earned shotgun this time.