Dean tied the laces of his shoes together and slung one over his shoulder. It was cold, late December, so he pulled up the top of his scarf to cover his nose. Ice skating was fun, and for an eight year old, he was good enough to be professional. Dean loved the way snow nipped at the tip of your nose or the way his skates sounded at they cut into the ice. Gliding was the most fun. Dean would hold his arms out and just let the ice carry him. It was heaven on earth.
"Look out!"
Dean was right in the middle of a perfect glide as someone crashed into him violently, knocking Dean right off his feet. He rubbed at his sore head as he stood. Lying before him was a little boy, raven hair and a coat a little too big. It didn't look too warm either, brown and thin, but long enough to reach his ankles. It was a stupid coat. Dean waited for him to stand, but was irritated when no movement was made, the boy just apologized over and over from the ground.
"You gonna stand up or should I kick ya?" Dean teased.
The boy looked up at him, a 'forgive me?' kinda face, "Sorry, but I've never skated before. I suck. You shouldn't stand so close when I try to get up you know."
Dean chuckled and crouched down so he was eye level. "I'm Dean."
The boy smiled warmly, "Castiel."
Dean stood and held out his mitted hand to the boy, surprised yet again to see naked fingers reaching up to take it. "You sure are a weird one."
"What do you mean?" Castiel asked, as if it wasn't obvious.
"You really dunno how to dress for skatin' do ya? I bet the reason you keep on fallin' is cus' you've got that dumb jacket on."
Castiel retracted his hand to his coat, clinging to it, "What's wrong with my coat?"
"It's dumb!" Dean chuckled, "It'll make ya trip! Plus it won't do much good when you get snowed on. Don't look very warm. It's an ugly one too."
"Shut up meanie! I'll get up by myself. Go away." Castiel pushed Dean's hand from his reach and scooted away.
Feeling entertained, Dean decided to follow him.