When I was like 6 or 7, I used to play this game with my Barbie and Ken doll, where Barbie and Ken went to this couples spa treatment, and Barbie got pampered hand and foot, and Ken got confused for a female, and somehow accidentally turned into a girl. He wasn’t upset by it, and was actually ok with it, and still loved Barbie. Fetus me was more progressive than most media.
“Alone?! You want to leave me alone with her? Are you crazy?” Dean exclaimed, looking at his girlfriend like she had three heads.
“Dean, please? I have been planning this girl’s night for a while and the babysitter caught the flu and can’t come. It’ll only be for a couple of hours, I promise.” Clara continued getting ready.
“Clara, I don’t know what to do with her! Sure, I’ve spent some time with her, but not a lot. And what if I do something wrong? I could totally screw up your kid. Like forever. Is that what you want?”
Clara turned around and gave him a look. “You are not going to screw her up. C’mon, you can handle a four-year-old for a couple of hours. I have total faith in you! You’re a very capable man. She’ll tell you want she wants to do, and she’ll even tell when she’s hungry for dinner. There are some very basic things in the fridge and you’re a great cook. She’ll eat just about anything. Bedtime is 7:30. Okay? You’ve got this Dean, there is no one safer to leave her with.”
Dean was not ready for this. Handling a preschooler by himself for the evening? Scarier than a nest of vamps. He’d been back to Clara’s a handful of times since the first night he’d meet Maddie and had fun. Maddie was a good kid and according to her Dean was finally starting to get the hang of playing princesses. But none the less, being left responsible for the little girl was terrifying for Dean. Sure, he’d taken care of Sam a lot when they were younger, but Dean didn’t feel like that made him experienced. He knew that Clara leaving Maddie with him was a big step.
“Please Dean, for me.” Clara ran a hand up his arm reassuringly. “I won’t be far, if anything goes wrong just call me and I’ll be home in no time.”
Dean sighed, “Okay. I’ll do it.”
Clara leaned up and gave him a quick kiss. “You’ll be fine; she’s an easy kid.”
The door had barely closed behind Clara, before Maddie whipped around to face Dean. “We’re going to have the best time Dean!”
Dean gave her a weak smile. “Alright Maddie, what are we doing first?”
“Barbies, you still haven’t played that yet!”
“Alright, let’s go.” Never in his life did Dean Winchester think he’d be sitting on the floor of a little girl’s room playing Barbies, but since meeting Maddie she had gotten him to play a variety of children’s games.
Maddie started pulled out a collection of dolls and their various outfits and accessories. “Dean, I left my Ken doll at Nana’s, so you’ll have to be a Barbie, but you can pick your Barbie and her outfit first.”
Dean stared at the various toys laid out in front of them, “Maddie I don’t really care which one, you can pick for me.”
Maddie shot him an annoyed look, “Deaaan, part of the fun of Barbies is picking your girl and dressing her up. I can’t pick for you.”
“Sorry,” Dean reached out and grabbed the closest Barbie to him. “I guess I’ll be this one then.”
“Good, now pick clothes to put on her. This shirt is like the ones you always wear.” Maddie fled up a Barbie sized flannel for Dean. He took the miniature clothing from her and tried to dress his doll. He struggled to get the old shirt off his doll; his large fingers fumbling to get her arms out. Maddie giggled as she watched him try, and Dean shot her his classic bitch face.
“You want to help me with this?” Dean held out the doll to her and she changed its outfit with ease.
“There! Okay, so this doll is mine. I named her Lily. What is the name of your doll?” Maddie looked at him expectantly. He didn’t have a name; he honestly was so confused on how he was supposed to play.
“Can’t I just call her Barbie?” Maddie tossed her head back, again annoyed with Dean’s lack of understanding. “Guess not. Umm… I guess Mary then.”
Maddie smiled at him, “That’s a pretty name.”
Dean smiled to himself, “Thanks. So how do we play?”
“You just move them around and talk. You play however you want.” She held her doll up on the floor and Dean copied her moves. “Hi Mary, I love your new shirt.”
“I like yours too.” Dean tried out a high pitched girly voice. Maddie giggled.
“Why thank you, I also got these new shoes. Do you want to try them on?” Dean groaned internally; this was going to be a long night.
An hour later, Maddie put down the Barbie she was holding and looked up at Dean, “Dean I’m hungry. Can I have dinner please?”
“Sure kid, what do you want? Are burgers good? My brother says I make good burgers.”
“I like burgers, especially with cheese.” She paused for a minute, “you have a brother?”
“Burgers with cheese it is then.” Dean scoped the child up in his arms and headed toward the kitchen. “Yep, his name’s Sammy.”
“That’s sounds nice. I always wanted a little brother or sister to play with.”
“Yeah? Mines not so little anymore, he’s taller than me now.”
“Really?” Maddie’s eyes went wide, “But you are already really tall. He must be huge.”
“He’s a giant alright.” Dean sat her down on the counter and started gathering all the supplies he needed to make dinner.
“I want to help.” Maddie excited bounced on her spot. Dean bit his lip, he wasn’t sure how much help Maddie was going to be able to be. At four-years-old there was no way Dean was letting her work the stove.
“I don’t know Maddie; the stove is hot. I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“I can help with the other stuff; I help my Mommy cook all the time.”
“Alright,” Dean conceded. He pulled a kitchen chair over for Maddie to stand on and work. Together they started preparing the meat, mixing onions and garlic with the ground beef. Once everything was mixed together Dean showed Maddie how to shape the patties. “You push the meat into little balls and then flatten them, like this. Good job.”
Once all the patties were formed, Dean moved Maddie to the table and started to cook the meat. When Dean placed a finished burger in front of Maddie, her eyes went wide.
“That smells really good.” She took a bite and smiled up at him. “Your Sammy is right; these are great burgers!”
“I had a great helper.” As dinner continued, he noticed that Maddie seemed to be getting tired. “Hey, maybe we can watch a movie after dinner before bed.”
“Yeah, we have to watch Beauty and the Beast. It’s my new favorite princess movie.”
“I’ve never seen it before.”
“What?” Maddie looked up at Dean with a shocked expression. “Dean, your life sounds pretty boring. You’ve never seen Beauty and the Beast, you’ve never played Barbie or tea party. What do you do? It’s a good thing you met Mommy; we’re showing you all the good stuff.”
Dean smiled, Maddie wasn’t too far off. He’d never admit it, especially to Sam, but he actually enjoyed playing Maddie’s games with her. Definitely more than he ever though. Dean was really starting to warm up to this new little girl in his life.
“You definitely are sweetheart. Meeting your mom was one of the best things to happen to me.”
Maddie leaped out of her seat and towards Dean, who quickly threw his arms out to catch her. She wrapped her tiny arms around his neck and gave him the biggest hug she could.
After dinner, the pair were nestled up on the couch, the opening chords of the movie playing. As the enchantress comes on screen, Maddie snuggled closer into Dean’s side, her head curled into the crook of his neck. Dean wrapped his arms securely around her, basking in the fact that there was no were else he’d rather be.
I love the Wizard of Oz a LOT and so I’ve been slowly collecting the dolls since I was 14 on and off cuz hey, my tastes changed. For the longest time all I had was the Wicked Witch and Winkie Guard, but since getting back into Barbie I’ve picked up most of the characters Mattel has produced.
I don’t intend to get every version, but just one of each character since Mattel insists on reusing the potato Ken sculpt for all the guys in every release. But I haven’t picked up a Scarecrow yet just because he’s one of the hardest to “redress” with his weird wrinkled face.
But since I bought a heavy load of magazines from a seller, I figure getting a Scarecrow doll wouldn’t add much to the overall cost.
He’s not the cutest, but he’s fully jointed, and he’s the last of my Wizard of Oz Ken dolls I needed to get. Of course though, getting my hands on the Witch of the East to finish off my collection will be super difficult :/