Disclaimer: The characters of Supernatural do not belong to me.

A/N: I am still planning to work on Ace and Tiger. Work has been an absolute dumpster fire for the last few days, and whenever I'm not there I've been sleeping. But I got the idea for this story from a Facebook video I saw earlier this week, and it was just too cute to not write out.

There were times that Sam, with his large, muscular, six foot plus frame, felt out of place in two-foot-tall Kayla's nursery. He felt like an intruder inside Kayla's domain, where she played and explored and went off into worlds that only she knew and understood. But Kayla didn't seem to think of Sam as an intruder. She begged him on many days, this day included, to come in and play with her. She wanted him to take part in those magical worlds she built for herself, to be a part of her imagination, even if he sometimes had trouble deciphering that imagination for himself.

"Daddy."

Sam, who had just walked into Kayla's room from the kitchen, smiled at her. "Hey, Bug. What you playin'?"

Not quite two-year-old Kayla, dressed in a diaper and long t-shirt, grabbed Sam's hand and pulled him inside her room from the hallway. "Daddy pay wif me."

"Sure." Sam put the water bottle in his hand down on Kayla's dresser. "What are we playin'?"

"We pay petend."

"Okay." Sam said, intrigued. "Pretend what?"

Kayla pulled on Sam's hand slightly and pointed to her carpet. "Daddy fall down."

"You want me to fall down?"

"Daddy fall down." Kayla confirmed.

She means sit down, Sam thought. That was the only thing that made sense. Sam sat on the floor, legs crossed, and held his arms out to Kayla. Her favorite game lately had been to run around Sam while Sam kept his eyes closed, trying to avoid being captured by him.

"You wanna play merry-go-round?"

"No, Daddy." Kayla huffed slightly. She grabbed his arm again and pointed at her floor. "Fall down on the ground."

Just go with it, Sam decided. Curious, he laid down on Kayla's floor. It was difficult for him, harder than he wanted to admit, but after a few seconds, he was all the way down on Kayla's floor. Sam heard a gasp of excitement and Kayla ran to her toy box.

"Kay, what are you doing?" an amused Sam asked from the floor.

"I call the doctor!" Kayla exclaimed. She ran back to her father with her toy phone in her hand. She took a seat next to Sam and rubbed his arm. "You be kay, Daddy. I call doctor. You be better."

Sam chuckled. "Okay, my big girl."

Without saying anything into the toy phone, Kayla hung up.

"What'd the doctor say?" Sam asked.

Kayla wagged her finger at her father, in much the same way he did whenever he scolded her. Sam fought a laugh, not wanting to hurt her feelings, but what Kayla said next made it impossible to hold his amusement in. Kayla's mother Jess and grandmother Leslie had been teaching Kayla nursery rhymes for the last few days. Kayla said in her best grownup voice,

"Daddy, no more monkeys jumpin' on the bed!"

When he could recover enough to speak without laughing more, Sam pulled himself up and grabbed Kayla in a hug. "No more jumping."

"Daddy pay go round now?"

"You bet, kiddo. You think you can escape me?"

Kayla pulled herself out of Sam's grasp, walking a few inches away from him and waiting for him to close his eyes. Before long, the two of them were wrapped up in their own world of giggles, playing, and making memories that would bring the two of them closer together through the tough times up ahead.