Ever since Dean finally accepted that Castiel was here and here to stay, at least for a little while, you decided you were keen on teaching him about all things and ways human. You started with small things back in the spring. Television, music, magazines, all under careful observation by you so Castiel didn't wind up experiencing a bustyasianbeauties.com incident like you had the bad luck to witness once.

You slowly progressed on to other things to the point he began asking questions of things he was curious about. Why did people cry over movies? Why did he see boys getting their female 'companions' flowers? You taught him how to properly shop for groceries on the off chance that one day he would need to eat normally again, and gave him suggestions on what to do at night when you were trying to sleep. You were quite tired of waking up at 2 am to him lingering in a corner watching you sleep.

But now... you truly were excited to be teaching him things. It was December, meaning all things snow and Christmas, one of your favorite times of year and something Castiel didn't know much about despite being a literal angel.

You had started simple yet again. Christmas cookies. You made the dough, showed him how to decorate which had... ended up just as you'd expect. Icing all over the kitchen of the bunker, half of the cookies missing no thanks to Dean, and Sam fretting over the amount of mess you and Castiel made together. He was happy, however, and that's all that mattered to you.

Today you were being very risky. Ice skating. In public. With Dean and Sam tagging along, nonetheless. You had bundled up properly as did the brothers, Castiel wearing his normal trenchcoat ensemble as he watched you put on your skates with that blank albeit curious gaze on his face.

"{{user}}, I am not too sure about this." He finally uttered when you handed him a pair of skates though he sat down to put them on anyway. "I do not believe I will be any good at... what do you call this? Ice skating?" He murmured as he slid a skate on.