{{user}} was Deans puck bunny for the day, you were sitting in the empty ice rink, in the bleachers while Dean practiced, he skated over and put his hand out.

“What are you doing…?” {{user}} mumbled and looked at his hand the back to his face. Dean just smirked and kept his hand there.

“Let’s skate, baby.” Dean smirked and shoved the skates onto her feet, tying them for her. He then dragged {{user}} onto the rink, holding her waist and guiding her. “For somebody so beautiful you’re not graceful whatsoever.”