A/N: Hello everyone! I didn't forget about this story, so here is the third part. Super fluffy and cute. I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: Kripke's

Purl Two

Dean: When are you free?

Cas: This Friday

Dean: Do you wanna go on that date?

Cas: I'd love to

Dean: I'll meet you at seven then. I'll pick you up.

Friday snuck up on Dean and now the anticipation for his first, real, official date with Cas was hitting him hard. He didn't want to do much, so the plan was to grab burgers at the Roadhouse (staying as far away from the bar and Ellen and Jo as possible) and then go ice-skating afterwards if Cas was up for it. The cold had settled heavy over Lawrence the last couple days and the weathermen were reporting it was looking like this winter was going to be the coldest it's been in the last decade. He hadn't seen Cas in a couple weeks, but they were keeping in close contact by texting every day. It was nice to hear the little text alert noise and sneakily pull it out of his pocket while he was at work and see what Cas had sent him. Bobby had gotten after him a few times, Dean had caught a glimpse of the old man's face and he was smiling too. Apparently everyone in the family was ecstatic Dean had found someone.

As Dean geared up for his date he kept the chill in mind and added an extra layer to his usual outfit and the socks Cas had knitted him. Not so much because he was going on a date with Cas, but because he wanted them to stay warm. It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact he was going on a (official) date with the maker. He let his beloved Impala warm up just a tad before he left to go down just a few blocks to Cas's apartment complex. He parked his car against the curb and sent a quick text to him to announce his arrival. Less than a minute later Cas was coming out the door of the complex and down the sidewalk. The Impala rocked gently as he opened the door and shut it behind himself. "Hello Dean."

He grinned back at Cas, the other man's smile infectious. Cas was wearing a plush coat, and a matching pair of mittens and hat snuggly perched on top of his head. "Hi Cas. Did you make those?" He gestured to the hat and mittens.

"Oh," he rubbed his hands together. "No, Anna made these as well. I am, however, working on another pair of mittens for myself. Something green to match my sweater."

"And my socks," added Dean.

Cas gave him a curious look, but his smile did not fade. "And your socks."

Dean pulled away from the curb and out on to the grey asphalt. "So, that's what you've been working on since I last saw you."

"Among other things, yes."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "What else have you been working on?"

Cas tilted his head. "I don't know if I ever made it apparent, but I run an Etsy store. Since I've met you I've expanded out of just socks and I've been working on scarves and hats. I generally make them to order, but I have a few already made up for sale."

"Oh, that's cool."

"Yes, well it works well to pay the bills. For some reason striped socks are in high demand." Cas looked out the window. "So what are we going to do tonight?"

Dean turned the corner into a parking lot. "Well, I figured we could have dinner here at the Roadhouse. The burgers may not be as good as mine, but they're a close second."

"Oh, are they?"

"Yes, but don't you let Ellen here. She runs this place. After that I thought maybe we could go ice-skating."

Cas's eyes lit up. "I love ice-skating. I haven't gotten to go in such a long time."

Dean smiled back at him. "Then we can go afterwards." He turned the car off and pocketed the keys. He waited for Cas to get out of the car before he opened the door to the Roadhouse and warm air and the salty smell of fried something hit him.

"They're here," shouted Jo.

Dean frowned. "What do you mean 'they're here'?"

She leaned on the bar with a smirk on her face, hair falling slightly forward. "Bobby told Mom about your hot date." She turned her head and waved. "Hey Cas, nice to see you again."

He looked slightly stunned. "You as well."

"How did Bobby even figure out?"

"You kept making doe eyes at your phone. Bobby put two and two together. Plus, you ran into the door today at work."

Dean turned red. "Joanna Beth."

"Dean Michael," she teased right back.

"Ease up you two," said Ellen as she entered in from the back with two baskets. "Go sit down and enjoy your date." She handed them off to the boys and reached under the bar and pulled up two beer bottles. "I'll carry these over."

"Thanks, Ellen," Dean said gratefully.

When Ellen's back was turned Jo playfully stuck out her tongue and Dean copied her. Cas let out a low chuckle next to him and he reached out to squeeze his hand. Ellen set the beers down in a booth and she patted Dean's cheek before heading back to the bar. Once she left Cas shucked off his coat and his mittens. "Are they always like that?"

"Yes," said Dean pulling out a fry and stuffing it in his mouth.

"I like them," he said tersely. He picked up the hamburger and took a large bite out of it. Dean watched as Cas happily ate it. "I hate to tell you Dean, your burger may have a run for its money."

Dean bit into his burger. "That's what you think. Maybe you need to try mine again."

Cas looked across to him and grinned. "Maybe I need too."

A pleasant silence fell between them for a bit while the main focus was on the food in front of them. Dean swallowed the bite he was working on. "So, what do you do when you don't knit?"

Cas shrugged and searched for crunchy fry in his basket. "I read."

"Do you watch anything?"

"Not often."

Dean grinned. "There are so many shows I want to introduce you too."

"Maybe we can do that on our next date."

Dean was about to respond when his phone went off. He saw that was it was Charlie and he pressed the ignore button. He was on a hot date for once, dammit, Charlie could wait. Apparently she could not wait because his phone went off again. He groaned and looked towards Cas. "Can I take this real quick? She's being persistent."

Cas nodded. "Of course. I don't mind."

Dean slide out of the booth and ducked into the hallway that lead to the bathrooms. "Charlie, this better be important."

"Why didn't you tell me you were dating again?"

Dean groaned and ran his hand down his face. "Charlie I-"

"I thought I was your best friend. I should know these things and not be told by Sam. I thought we were closer than that."

"I know, but I'm on a date with him, right now."

"Oh. Well when you get back you better tell me all about it. You owe me."

"Okay, alright, as long as you let me go right now."

"See you later, Winchester."

"You too, Bradbury."

He hung up and walked back over to the booth where Cas sat. "Sorry about that. Ironically, my friend Charlie wanted to talk about you."

"Me?"

"She was upset I hadn't told her about you yet. She's like a little sister to me and she was offended she heard from Sam first and not me." Dean glanced at their mostly empty baskets. "Do you want to head out to the rink?"

Cas beamed and began to tug on his coat. "I'd love to."

-o-O-o-

Dean thanked the teenager behind the counter and walked back over to Cas with their skates in hand. "You ready?" He placed the clunky, bright blue pair next to Cas's striped socked feet and sat down on the bench next to him so he could unlace his boots.

He shoved his foot into one of the skates and pushed the plastic tab back until it snapped in place. "Yes, I'm really happy you brought me here." He slipped the other one on just as easily and stood up shakily. "It should be fun."

"Well, I'm glad you will. That's the whole point of tonight, ya know." Dean quickly kicked his boots off so he could slip on his rental skates to catch up with his date. He placed their shoes in a small locker and soon they were taking their first steps on the ice. The indoor rink had been decorated for Christmas with boughs of pine and holly strung up everywhere, red and gold ornaments hung from the ceiling along with snowflakes, and in the center on the back wall hung a massive wreath with a crimson bow.

Dean took his first few steps and looked behind to see Castiel clinging to the wall. "I thought you said you loved this?"

"Starting's the worst part. I always fall." His feet slide forward and he tried to find a grip against the Plexiglas.

Dean turned around and glided towards Cas, but before he could reach him Cas had pushed himself away from the wall and was now gliding past Dean. "What happened to starting being the worst part?"

Cas beamed and turned so he was gliding back to Dean. He slowed down and slipped his mittened hand into Dean's bare one. "It's worth it when there's someone there waiting for me."

He felt his face heat up, but he just let his hand curl around Castiel's and run his fingers against the yarn texture. Dean and Cas skated, connected by their hands, around the indoor rink. He observed the others around him, noticing the couples, the families, and the love-struck teenagers on first or second dates. A few lone stragglers skated in the middle, spinning and skating in patterns, while the rest comfortably turned left around the outside perimeter. Dean felt hot and sticky the longer they skated, and he swore Cas could feel his clammy hands regardless of his thick mittens. "You're pretty good at this." Dean was surprised; most of his dates he brought here either clung to the side or him.

"I used to go down to the ice skating rink in the summer and skate there on occasion. It was fun, but I was never serious about it. Just a way to pass the time."

Dean nodded. "I used to go to this one river with Sammy when it got real hot and we had a rope swing and everything. We spent hours out there getting tanned and sunburnt."

Cas smiled. "I bet you were the one who got burnt."

"Only one time when I forgot my sunscreen and man did it hurt like a bitch. I was peeling for weeks." He chuckled and Dean felt his heart swell. This man did things to him.

"Thank you for this. Tonight I mean." Cas looked down at the passing ice below them. "It's be a long time since I've had a 'proper date' and while the previous three times may not be titled as such, they certainly were just as entertaining. I promise to return the favor."

"I'm hoping you would. I'd like another date." The overhead speakers announced the rink was closing for the evening and the skaters began to head towards the exit. "I don't have anything planned for New Year's Eve. Normally I celebrate with everyone at the Roadhouse, but this year Jo's already got a party lined up, Bobby and Ellen are taking it as a day off to rest, and Sam and Jess will be in Cali. I don't know if you do anything, but if you don't…it's just an idea."

Cas stepped off of the ice and on to the rubber flooring. "I'd like that. I normally spend New Year's Eve the same way I spend any day. I used to spend it with my siblings, but we just…floated apart as a family after Anna." He shook his head. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought that up it's not proper dating material to talk about."

"No it's fine. And as long as you're okay with New Year's I am too."

"Then it's a date."

Dean and Cas walked back over to a bench with their shoes in hand as they pulled their feet from their skates. "I'm going to have blisters tomorrow."

"I probably will too, but it was worth it." Cas sat his skates together as he slipped on his pair of shoes.

Dean finished lacing up his boots and picked up his skates. "So, any plans for Christmas?"

He shrugged. "Not much. I was planning to Skype with Gabriel and perhaps eat some cookies."

"Your family really doesn't do holidays, does it?"

Cas picked up his skates and they walked over to the skate counter. "Not really. My parents live on the east coast, Gabe on the west, and I'm here in the middle. We send cards to each other."

Dean sat his skates on the counter and the teenaged girl went to go put both of theirs up. "Why don't you join us? We have a little Christmas Eve get together. It's not much, but it's certainly full of holiday cheer and all that other feelings crap. I may not be one for it all the time, but I do make exceptions." Cas smirked. "What," asked Dean.

"Ever since I've met you, you've been such a romantic."

He crossed his arms and pouted. "Maybe only a little. I normally don't do feelings." The girl came back to the counter and giggled. Dean was exasperated. "What?"

She smiled mischievously and pointed it upwards. "Mistletoe."

And indeed above them was a tiny spring of the white berried plant. Dean looked over at Cas and grinned before leaning down to kiss him.

Overall, it had been a successful night.

-o-O-o-

"Merry Christmas." Jo opened the door with a slightly red face and a glass of egg nog in hand.

"Merry Christmas to you too," replied Cas as polite as ever.

Dean let him step through the door first and Cas began to peel all his layers off. Jo leaned against the wall and took a sip of her egg nog. "My mom wants to talk with you in the kitchen. She says she didn't get to talk to you much at Thanksgiving and she plans to rectify that."

Cas looked between the two of them. "Should I be scared?"

Dean clapped him on the back. "No, she may be a bit rough around the edges, but that's just the mama bear in her. You'll be all right." He placed a quick kiss on his temple.

Cas left the entrance and walked down the hallway.

"Go straight and turn left," shouted Jo. She turned her attention back towards Dean. "This is the second holiday you've invited him to, when are you going to put a ring on it?"

Dean stomped the snow out of his boots and flipped off Jo. "I'm trying to be nice here. His family's all spread out and everyone could use a little cheer around the holidays."

She shut the door to keep the wind from blowing in heavy flakes of snow. "I know, but it's like your heart grows three sizes over the holidays. Are you guys even official yet?"

"As in boyfriends?"

"What else would you be?"

"Honestly, we haven't explicitly decided anything." Dean placed his coat on the rack and kicked his boots off. "We've never sat down and had the conversation. We text a lot and we went on our first real date two weeks ago. We've hung out a bit too, but I guess it's just slipped our minds."

Jo sighed. "Winchester, you need to talk about this to him. Meeting the family and whatever is serious business. If anything, you're beyond awkward dates and smack dab in the middle of 'serious relationship' territory. I just don't want either of you to be hurt."

"We won't get hurt."

She gave him a look, but she stepped away from the wall. "Let's go to the kitchen. Mom's got the egg nog in the fridge and the vegetable soup cooking on the stove."

The smells wafting from the kitchen made Dean salivate and smile over the delicious food that was to come. The hearty, beefy smell of broth from the soup, the vanilla from delicate sugar cookies, the warm, floury smell of rolls in the oven. He stepped inside and saw Cas sitting at the bar talking to Ellen about some kind of knitting pattern. Dean sidled up to him and placed a hand on top of his. "She's not giving you a hard time is she."

Ellen frowned with a twinkle in her eye as she smacked Dean playfully with an oven mitt. "When have I ever given anyone a hard time?"

"How about that time when I was fifteen and backed Bobby's truck into a pole when I was trying to practice for my driver's test?"

"Those are two entirely different things and you know it."

Dean stepped over to the cupboard, grabbed two mugs and opened the fridge. "Where's Bobby?"

"Asleep in his chair. His arthritis kept him up last night." Ellen opened up the oven and pulled the rolls out.

He picked up the ladle in the punch bowl and filled both mugs up with creamy egg nog. "Man's age is finally catching up to him." He shut the fridge and handed one of the mugs to Cas.

"Thank you, Dean." He smiled up at him as he accepted the mug.

Dean took a sip and was delighted to find out there was rum in it. "You're welcome."

Jo jumped up on the counter and grabbed a roll, tearing it apart in her hands. "How much longer until the foods all done?"

"It pretty much is. Ya wanna wake up Bobby for me?" She turned around and frowned. "Joanna Beth, we put food on that counter."

"I know, I know and we eat the food that goes on the counter." She shoved a bit of roll in her mouth. "I'll be back." She darted out of the kitchen for some other part of the house.

"Dean, can you get the bowls down for me," asked Ellen as she turned the fire off the soup.

"Sure thing."

"It smells wonderful, Ellen," added Cas.

"Thank you. You know, while you're here I can see if I have any old photos of Dean if you want to see them."

"Ellen, please don't do that." Dean lined up multi-colored bowls on the counter.

She put her hands on her hips. "I can do what I damn well please, Winchester."

"Smells good, honey," said Bobby as he entered the kitchen, followed by Jo. He bent down and gave her a quick kiss and whispered something in her ear.

She smacked him, but had a smile on her face. "All right everyone, grab a bowl and fill it up."

Dean passed a bowl to Cas. "We go sit in the living room and watch Christmas movies."

Cas smiled. "What ones do you watch?"

"You can pick since you're the guest," piped up Jo.

"Well, I've never gotten to see A Christmas Story in its entirety."

Dean looked shocked. "You haven't?"

"No, I'm afraid not."

"Then that's settled. We're watching it."

Bowls were filled to the spilling point with chunks of potato, carrot, green beans, corn, beef, swimming in dark, steamy broth and the basket full of rolls was brought into the living room to sit on the coffee table and were available as needed. Dean put the DVD in and he and Cas claimed a loveseat that was at the perfect angle to watch the movie. Dean had felt he had never had a more satisfied Christmas Eve and when the food was gone and he was resting his head on Cas's chest, he didn't even realize when he fell asleep.

-o-O-o-

He woke up with sore and cramped legs and a pair of arms wrapped around his chest. He looked up and saw Cas's face illuminated by the incoming sunlight. He poked him and Cas whined, but woke up. "What time is it," he said with a yawn.

"7:03. We must have fell asleep last night."

Cas stretched far above his head. "I need to get home."

"Are you sure." Dean rolled over and sat up. "You can stay for breakfast."

Cas leaned forward and kissed Dean. "Alright, that sounds lovely."

Dean beamed and leaned forward to kiss him again. "Merry Christmas, Cas."

He smiled back at him. "Merry Christmas."

A/N: The New Year's one will be up (hopefully) on New Year's Eve.