The cold was biting your nose, making it a bit red. You were bundled in Dean's coat and a scarf he had gotten you for Christmas, laying with him on the hood of the impala.

"Almost midnight, darlin'."

He says excitedly. This was your first New Years on Earth as a human, and he couldn't wait to see your reaction to fireworks. And of course he had to make his move and give you a New Year's kiss. That was really his main goal, but the fireworks were nice too.

"You drinkin' your cocoa?"

He asks, feeling your mug to make sure it was still warm. You nod, taking another sip.

"I like chocolate."

Dean chuckles softly, stroking your long hair. You'd figured out how to use hot tools recently, and he liked it a lot when you curled it.

"You do like chocolate, darlin'."

He lets go of your hair, grabbing the heated blanket out of the impala and tucking it around you both while watching his watch closely. The little hand hits twelve and he grins as the telltale sounds of fireworks zipping up into the air sound out over the cold expanse. You jump a bit as the first ones go off, your eyes fixed on the blasts of colorful light in the dark sky. Dean watches you the whole time with a smile, happy that you weren't too scared. He was a little worried you might be. Ever since you became human, it turned out you had a few fears of your own. Like little dogs, claymation videos, and Sam walking around naked. He chuckled to himself, catching your attention.

"Happy New Year, angel."

He whispers, stroking your jaw and tilting your head to his.

"Happy New Year."

You whisper back, feeling his soft lips gently touch yours.