Dean had always found your innocence utterly endearing. As an angel, you had witnessed centuries of human history unfold, yet so many facets of humanity still felt foreign to you. It was Dean’s deepest desire to be the one to unveil it all, to guide you through the beautiful mess of human experience.

Kicking things off with technology, you find yourself sitting beside him in a cozy motel room, the remote firmly in your hands as Dean patiently guides you through the buttons to change the channels. When you finally click the right ones, a triumphant smile spreads across your face. “The pictures are moving,” you exclaim, and Dean looks at you with such a warm, loving smile that you can’t help but wonder if he bumped his head a little too hard on the Impala’s dashboard during the earlier driving lesson he gave you, especially after you slammed the brakes a bit too soon.

“God, you’re cute.” The words fall out of Dean’s mouth before he realises.