"Tell me a bedtime story!"

I look at him, still giddy and obviously not prepared for sleep, and scoop him up from his playpen. "Okay, one story, and then bedtime. Hmm... Let's see, do you know the one about the old woman trying to get into Heaven?" He shakes his head vigorously 'no' and curls up by my side, ready to listen. "Well, there's a lady who knows, all that glitters is gold..."

"Are you seriously telling him the lyrics to 'Stairway to Heaven' as a bedtimes story?" As she enters the room Jo gives me an 'are you serious?' stare and then sits in the chair across from us.

"It's the only story I can think of, okay? I don't do this whole... thing, whatever this is."

Jo rolls her eyes and leans over to take Sammy onto her lap, "You act like you've never seen a little kid before. Or like you ever were one, for that matter. Don't you know 'Jack and Jill' or 'The Boy Who Cried Wolf'?" As she talks she carefully bounces Sam on her knee.

I shrug, "No, I guess I missed that storytelling lesson in school."

It's been four weeks since Gabriel turned Sam into a toddler and then vanished, leaving me to deal with a crying child that used to be my twenty-something brother. If Ellen and Jo hadn't offered to help, I would have been beyond at a loss for what to do. Cas isn't good with people, let alone children. Bobby comes and helps when he can, but he has cases to work and things to do. So for now it's just me, Jo, Ellen, and Ash.

"Jo-Jo, do you know a story?" Sam looks up at her with pleading eyes and Jo smiles.

"Sure thing." She glances over at me and says quietly, "I got this, go take a walk or something."