When he woke up the next morning, he could have sworn that the sugar cookie smell was still lingering in the air. He got up and wandered out to the main hall of the bunker, turning on lights as he went. He went to the kitchen and thought about decorating cookies today. He looked around the too empty room though, and decided that he did not want to be alone. It was too early to wake up Sam, and he knew where to find Cas, so he went back out to the main hall and grabbed his jacket, and headed out to the Impala to find his angel.

He could see the tree farm in the distance with its near empty lot. Cas' car sat in the middle of it. Cas was standing in front of his car leaning against the hood. He looked over at Dean as he got out and walked over to him. "Hello, Dean."

"Hello, Cas." Dean leaned up against the car alongside Cas and stared out at the tree farm.

"So, have you wandered around there a bit?" Dean didn't have sugar cookies to prevent himself from saying too much. He mentally braced himself for the reset that he thought might be unavoidable.

"Yes. I was thinking of doing it again. A second set of eyes might pick up on something that I missed." Cas pushed off of the car and began strolling toward the trees. Dean fell into step beside him, glancing swiftly at Cas' hand, hanging empty at his side. He reached out to it without thinking and threaded his fingers through Cas'. Cas did not pause or even seem to respond. He just kept walking onward, now with Dean's hand clutched in his own.

They walked hand in hand past the trees to the spot where the witch had met her end. The ground still looked scorched. Dean kicked at the edges of it a little. "I hate witches." He muttered the familiar sentiment and Cas looked up at him. He released Dean's hand and stooped down to look a bit more closely at the coal like chunks of witchy remains in the pile.

"It is odd that nobody has disturbed this." Then Cas seemed to grow nervous. He didn't speak but he stood up quickly and faced Dean like he thought that something had immediately gone wrong.

Dean looked back at Cas and said, "Well, no one has probably been out here since last night." He was about to say more, but Cas reached up a hand to his mouth and pushed a peppermint in. "What the hell?" Dean mumbled around the candy.

"They had peppermints in that store over there. I left some money on the counter and took some. I thought that you might need some."

"That's not random or anything," Dean mumbled.

"Totally not random." Cas smiled at him. "I thought that you might talk too much. You tend to do that sometimes. I thought that this might shut you up." And if Dean hadn't had a mouth full of candy, he might have shown Cas a better way to shut him up. Instead he just sucked on the peppermint and wandered off toward the outdoor ice rink. Cas reached down to the storage bins containing the ice skates and pulled out a pair. He held them up to his feet seemingly to determine the right size for himself. Dean watched, amused.

"What are you doing, Cas?" Dean leaned over and looked at the long rows of skates then back at Cas.

Cas pulled out another peppermint and pushed it into Dean's mouth. Dean decided that Cas was just trying to mess with him, so he didn't make it easy. He had kept his mouth shut at first, until Cas had pushed a little harder, then he went slack and Cas' finger shot in with the candy. Dean just clamped down on the finger a little as Cas pulled it back, slowly. "Really, Dean?" Dean just raised one eyebrow and smirked at him. Cas sat down with a pair of skates and started putting them on. "Put on a pair of skates, Dean."

"Why are we doing this," he said around the candy.

Cas waited for Dean to do as he had been told, then he replied, "I have come to believe that it is important to do something new everyday. I believe that it makes everything better." He paused a moment with that statement as if he expected it to have an effect on them. Dean just watched him as he laced up his own skates. Cas stood and wobbled over to the ice. "This is something new, and I think that we should try it."

"Okay, Cas." Dean wobbled after him. He took a tentative step onto the ice and felt like he was going to slam head first into the cold expanse beneath him. Cas took his arm and lead him out away from the wall. "Umm, I don't think that I should be this far from the wall." Dean sounded nervous, because he was. He felt his knees shaking with each uncontrolled slide out to the side. Cas seemed to be a natural. His feet moved out in little curves back and forth.

"Don't worry, Dean. I've got you." He squeezed Dean's arm a little and they continued to skate out and around the rink. The early morning sunrise was just beginning to make its appearance. There were still little bits of starlight peeking down at them from the diminishing darkness. Cas looked over at Dean and said, "Mind if I try making my way around the rink without you once? I want to see how fast I can go." Cas was already going too fast for Dean's liking so he agreed. Cas dropped him off at the wall and soared off away from Dean. He tucked his body down low as he rounded the corner of the rink, crossing his legs one over the other. He looked like a professional. Dean watched him with thinly veiled admiration. He noticed the way that the wind caught Cas' hair, how it pulled it back a little. As Cas rounded the last corner, he changed his trajectory and headed toward Dean. He seemed to be going too fast. Then he turned just slightly and came to a sharp stop, sending little shavings of ice up in a wave.

"So, did you have fun?"

"Yes."

"Show-off. You have totally skated before. There is no way that you just had that skill." Dean reached out to him and wrapped his arm up inside of Cas'.

Cas pulled out another piece of peppermint and was about to push it into Dean's mouth. Apparently, he is going to do this everytime I speak. Dean decided that he was done with peppermint. As Cas leaned toward him to push in the peppermint, Dean dipped his head and pressed his mouth to Cas'. An instant later he felt his back pressed against the rink wall. Cas held him there. His lips parted slightly. He felt Cas sucking on his bottom lip then, and soon after, his tongue slipped into his mouth stealing away the last remaining flavor of the candy from before.

He felt himself slipping a little and worried that he would take Cas down with him. He reached around Cas' back and squeezed his hands into him. He didn't realize right away that his hands had drifted as low as they had, but once he had, he smiled, pleased with his little move. Cas was kissing past Dean's grin and then he stopped and leaned back, taking in Dean's face. "You seem quite pleased with yourself."

"Yeah. I guess that I am." He just kept right on grinning. "I think that I like trying out new things."

Cas grinned back at him. "Really, and here I thought that you just liked to keep everything safe and predictable."

"Mostly, I do." Dean eased his hands up Cas' back, still holding on for dear life. "This, though, feels safe." He leaned down to him and kissed him again, light and gentle this time like a song coming to an end. It had promise though, because even when a song ends, you still hear it in memories.