I think I got one vote for each choice so I just went with Sammy's new makeover.

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"...and then Prince Philip kisses Sleeping Beauty and they live happily ever after."

"That was a nice story," Sam turned to smile appreciatively back at his niece.

"Uncle Sam," Natalie groaned, using her entire hand to push his large head back to looking forward. "I can't brush your hair with Princess Jasmine's brush if you keep looking back."

"Sorry, ma'am," Sam turned forward and said, making Nat giggle at being referred to like a grown-up. He folded his hands in his lap while she sat on the table and ran Princess Jasmine's plastic comb through his hair.

That morning, Dean had suddenly decided that it was high time to get Natalie the toys that normal kids had. So he took her to the closest Toys 'R Us and watched her bound around the store and skip down the long aisles before finally stopping at a teal plastic lined bag with a picture of Jasmine on the front. The package had included a plush version of Raja including lipstick, nail polish, and several berets and a comb with cheap looking beads hanging off the handle from a lacy string. If it had been Dean, he would have gone for the miniature electric helicopters or the jive-ass nurf guns in the next aisle but he could tell his daughter was set in her decision - proving that the Winchester stubbornness didn't wear through the generations. It'd give her unreal expectations of life but, what the hell, she was a five year old girl and this would probably just be a phase.

"Make Uncle Sammy look pretty now, darling." Dean looked up from the laptop.

"I will, daddy." Natalie giggled assuredly, pulling at the knot that had bunched up at the nape of Sam's neck. "Your hair's going to be all pretty when I'm done with it, Uncle Sammy."

"Oh, joy," Sam muttered, trying to sound as enthusiastic as he could between the gentle - almost soothing - tugs from the comb.

"Uncle Sammy," Nat braced herself against his shoulder and climbed down into his lap with a pout. "Your hair's just too messy. I don't want to break my brush because your mommy never taught you how to look like daddy."

Her voice was like liquid candy - sweet and doting - and Sam couldn't take any offense to the unintentional stab at his heart. He could sense Dean tense up and fall into a pit of drowned memories, his eyes searching to find any hint of his little brother's reaction.

"That's okay, Nat. I don't want your brush to break." Sam coiled one arm loosely around her back so she wouldn't tumble down out of his lap.

Natalie reached past his shoulder, one hand gripping a fistful of his flannel shirt, to reach the pile of teal berets beside Dean's laptop.

"Daddy, help," she grunted, unable to stretch any further for her fingers to grasp the clips.

Dean cracked a smile before nudging the plastic covered clips closer to her hand. She wrapped her fingers around them before settling back on her Uncle's lap. Nat separated one clip from the pile and put the rest in the pocket on Sam's shirt for safekeeping. She started pushing away some hair from the side of his face, squirming in agitation before throwing her arms down in despair.

"What's wrong?" Sam inquired.

"Uncle Sam," Nat placed her hands on her hips and said, slowly and clearly. "I can't make you look pretty when your face is so far away."

"I - I can move my face in closer." he offered, leaning forward so she could easily reach his hair.

Nat thought about this for a moment before sliding off his knees and pointing to the floor. "If you sit on the floor it'll be more fun."

"That's right, sweetheart," Dean threw in, pumping his fist in the air with conviction. "show 'em who's boss."

Sam did as she said and crossed his legs on the ground, throwing his brother an 'I hate you' look. Natalie stood behind him and played with his hair for a good twenty minutes before clipping the berets in several oddly pulled directions. When she was done Dean covered his laugh.

"Dude, you look like a moose!"

"Hey," Nat cried in opposition, falling into Sam's lap. "Uncle Sammy's a very pretty moose. I still have to do your nails."

She made Sam put his palms flat on the kitchen floor while she painstakingly applied a random rainbow of color over all ten fingernails. The nail polish often dribbled off down his fingers and all over Sam's hand but he didn't complain or point it out.

Next Natalie pushed up her sleeves and squirted three large pumps of Jergen's lotion, that she had dug out of Bobby's bathroom, into her palm before smacking it all over Sam's face. She tried her best distributing the lotion evenly but gave up when there was just too much excess left on his face and all over her hands.

"Daddy, what do I do?" She held her arms out so Dean could see the globs of white lotion in the dips between her fingers and on her wrists.

"Go share some with Bobby, honey," Dean suggested, motioning to the garage with his head where Adam and Bobby were working to fix up a car. "He's getting old and wrinkly."

Natalie was halfway through the door when she gasped and turned back around. "I almost forgot about you, Uncle Sammy!" She waddled back to where Sam still sat patiently on the floor, rummaged through the Jasmine bag and pulled out the cherry red lipstick. Her Uncle sat motionless while she applied three coats of lopsided lines along his lips, some of it smudging right under his lip or going too far to the left of his face.

"I bet I'm the best looking one here," Sam bragged loudly, his eyes going wide when Nat opened one of her red markers.

"Sammy, you look gorgeous." Dean snickered while leaning against the counter and watching his daughter do her magic to his little brother's face. "I bet you can be the big sister Nat's always wanted."

"I've always wanted a big sister," Nat made a large oval on either side of Sam's face with the Crayola marker and filled it in - just like she had practiced in all those coloring books that Uncle Adam bought for her. "Okay, Uncle Sam. I'm done."

Sam let out a deep breath, waving his hands in the air to make sure the nail polish had dried. Nat took his hand and pulled her large, beautified Uncle to the bathroom and stood him in front of the mirror.

I look like I've been impaled with a sledgehammer, Sam thought.

"I haven't looked this young since your dad shoved worms up my nose in the sixth grade." He chuckled, trying to calculate how long she'd want him to walk around with his newly painted face.

When he looked down, Nat was staring up at him with adoring eyes and a wide grin - almost identical to Dean's. "Uncle Sam," she began honestly. "but you look like Dr. Frank Furter."

"When have you seen The Rocky Horror Picture Show?" Sam scowled, disapproving of a five year old watching movies like that.

Nat shrugged. "Daddy said it was okay."

He rolled his eyes, making a mental note to give Dean a long lecture about letting Nat bask in age-appropriate movies.

Age appropriate movies, Sam, he could almost hear his brother say. Yeah, 'cause screwing a dead chick is just society approved sunshine and lollipops for all ages.

It's called 'Snow White,' Dean.

"Do you like it, Uncle Sammy? Did I do good?"

"You did awesome, sweetheart!" They heard Dean shout from the kitchen.

"I love it, possum." Sam assured, placing a careful kiss on the top of her head.

Choices for the next chapter:

1. Dean is woken up early in the morning to answer an important question

2. Natalie shows Dean her report card

3. Nat gets sick when Dean leaves for a hunt and pretends to be a famous movie monster

Your choice :) If you have other ideas that you'd like to see PM me or leave your welcome suggestion in the review box!