"You're a moron," Bobby told Dean the next morning.

"Yeah, and you telling Denna I have uncontrollable gas wasn't funny," Sam added.

"You shut up," Bobby said.

"Daddy!" Denna called out. "I want someone to play Barbies with me!"

"I am not playing with her this time," Sam said.

"Ok then, you're elected," Dean said.

"That's not funny Dean!"

"Quit whining and go play Barbies with her, you idjit!" Bobby scowled.

Denna squealed when Sam went into the living-room. "Uncle Sammy! You get to be Midge!"

Sam rolled his eyes and looked towards the kitchen.

"Make sure the dolls have a tea party!" Dean called out.

"Ok, Daddy!" Denna called back.

"So you're gonna spoil that kid rotten?" Bobby asked.

"I didn't think I was spoiling her…" Dean said.


Denna looked at Bobby mischievously. "Grandpa, will you play ponies with me and Uncle Sammy?"

Bobby looked at Dean. "What the hell, boy?"

"I didn't tell her that," Dean said quickly. "She just decided that on her own."

"And what if I ask her that myself?"

"Uncle Sammy told me you're Grandpa," Denna told Bobby.

Bobby stared at Denna for a few seconds. "Ok, lets go make your ponies poop on your Uncle Sammy."

Denna squealed and started to pull on Bobby's arm. "Poop! Poop's funny!"

Brynn came into the kitchen. "You think you're so funny, don't you? Pretty soon, she's gonna come in here, looking for chocolate chips to use as pony poop."

Dean grinned. "Can I have some pie?"

"No. Don't touch my pie, you dirty whore!"


Sam smeared his pony's butt on the floor. "Oops, I think I have diarrhea," he said in a pony voice.

Denna made her pony spank Sam's. "Naughty! You're supposed to poop outside like a normal pony!"

"What about the pony toilet?" Bobby asked.

"There is no pony toilet! Ponies don't have opposable thumbs!" Denna said. "Idjit!"

"Hey, you don't get to call anyone idjit!" Bobby said.

"Why?" Denna asked, getting in Bobby's face. "You call Daddy and Uncle Sammy that!"

"Because I said so!" Bobby said.

"Oh, so you don't have a reason?"

"Because it isn't nice!"

"But you say it, Grandpa."

"That's…that's different!" Bobby said.

Denna suddenly wrinkled her nose. "Ew! Someone farted and it's stinky!"

Sam made a face. "Don't look at me. It was your cat."

Everyone looked at a large tabby cat sitting nearby. The cat stared back disdainfully.

"Don't blame it on Billy Bob!" Denna said. "He's my kitty!"

"I didn't do it!" Sam said.

The cat approached Sam and sprayed his arm as if getting revenge.

Sam made a face again and went to clean up.


"What can I do to get you to give me pie," Dean asked Brynn.

"Hmmm…" She handed him a pair of scissors. "Go and cut my lawn, whore."

Dean frowned. "I'm not mowing your lawn with scissors."

"Well, then, the whore doesn't get pie."

Dean scowled and went outside.