Title: Princess Delia
Category: Smallville/Supernatural [Crossover]
Rating: K+
Genre: Humor/Family
Pairing: Dean/Chloe
Prompt: Ribbon
Word Count: 485
Summary: "How the hell d'you work these damn things?"
Princess Delia
-Drabble-
"Daaaaddddyyyy!"
Dean looked up from the TV to the stairs leading to the second level of his house. "Yeah?" he hollered back.
"Can you do my hair?"
He sighed. "Where's your mom?"
"Dunno..."
Standing up from the couch, he grumbled as he walked to the stairs. He half-jogged up, the way his wife hated because it made the pictures on the wall rattle. He smirked to himself slightly. She always looked cute when she was mad anyway. Walking down the hallway, he pushed open his daughter's bedroom door, on which a flashy, glittery sign that read "Princess Delia" hung crookedly.
Sitting in the middle of the floor, wearing her favorite purple dress overtop her favorite green overalls, was his four year old. Staring up at him, she grinned, showing off a smile with three missing baby teeth. She held up four ribbons, all of different colors, and then patted the floor next to her. Plopping down behind her, he took her sparkly pink hair brush and carefully ran it through her tangle dirty-blonde hair.
"Your mom usually does your hair before you get dressed..." he commented, brow lifted even though she couldn't see it.
"Yup! But she was in a big hurry and the phone ranged and then she said something about work and she said a bad word..." She nodded solemnly. "And then I got dressed all on my own because I'm a big girl! But I couldn't get the ribbons in my hair and mommy forgot!" She sighed, shoulders slumping.
He smiled to himself and tossed the brush away. "All right, it's brushed. Now what?"
"You gotta put the ribbons in!" she said in that voice that meant she was secretly calling him silly for asking.
He laughed shortly. "Yeah and how do I do that?"
She shrugged. "You're the adult!"
He rolled his eyes, gathering up a chunk of her hair and deciding four giant pigtails wasn't bad. She was too young to really care, right? Unfortunately, tying the ribbons around her ponytails was harder than he expected. They wouldn't stay tight and they kept falling down her soft hair. "How the hell d'ya work these damn things!"
"Uh oh!" She exclaimed, covering her mouth as a giggle escaped. "You said a bad word! You gotta put money in the jar!"
He frowned. "Yeah, yeah, I know... Can't you just wear your tiara?" he wondered hopefully.
She turned around excitedly. "Can I?"
He shrugged. "Sure. Why not?"
Her eyes widened and she wiggled up and down. "Will you wear a tiara too?"
He pursed his lips. "You know... Daddy's not really a tiara guy..."
"Pleeease..." She pouted.
He sighed.
And that was how, a few hours later when Chloe came home, she found her husband and daughter fast asleep on the couch downstairs, both wearing tiaras and Delia's play-make-up. She laughed to herself, shook her head and went to find the camera.