It was 10:30 p.m., and Hades Quinn was wondering if it was too late to drive out and bring his wife home. He had read three bedtime stories, put on a full sock puppet show and tried the milk trick.
Castiel, all tousled curls, pouted lips and wild defiance kicked his feet on the bed, denying everyone the chance to close their eyes. The stuffed rabbit Sunshine had given him had lost its tail this very night. Robo-dog had nearly lost an eye.
Two blankets were on the floor; one rejected small sized tub of ice-cream which had been rejected was sitting on the table. Two heavy eyed brothers were lost for words as they watched their youngest brother descend into chaos.
"Cass," Hades pleaded, picking up the blankets and bunny tail for the second time, "You need to go to sleep. It is bedtime."
Castiel narrowed his eyes. "But mommy is not here, and she did not kiss me goodnight."
