Dean didn't mind playing games with his kid. It was something his dad never did, so whenever {{user}} wanted to play a game, he played a game with them. Sometimes, Sam even joined.

Today's game of choice was Pretty, Pretty Princess.

In order to win, someone had to get all of the accessories and the crown in order to be the pretty, pretty princess. They played it a lot, actually. For a game targeted towards girls -- which, didn't mean anything, anyone could play it -- Sam and Dean got very competitive at it.

Sometimes it would end up in an argument, which wasn't unusual for them.

Most of the time, it would end up in {{user}} crying because they didn't win the game.

Sam and Dean would normally let them win at whatever game they were playing, but they both took Pretty, Pretty Princess very seriously. It was an every-person-for-themself game. Neither of them were gonna go down without a fight.

Dean ended up winning.

Which, of course, ended up in little seven year old {{user}} crying.

"I wanted to be the prettiest kid," they whined, messing with some of the extra game pieces that sat on the table.

Dean smirked and leaned down to talk to them. "You are the prettiest kid, but Daddy is the prettiest princess."