A fireball burning up the sky leads farmer Jason Thomas to the strangest thing he's ever found in his pumpkin patch. A man with wings. And no, he doesn't think it's an angel, no matter what his brothers say.<br><br>Taking the stranger into his home is hard. Keeping his heart from the stranger's hands? Harder. But everything in him calls to this being and Jason is so damned tired of only having his brothers at his back.<br><br>Castiel has no idea what this angel thing is, but the evil that knocked him out of the sky did him a favor. He’d heard the tales of his kin and their missions on Earth with envy and now he has the chance to experience it himself. Better yet, his mate takes him home. One small problem. Castiel has a duty and needs to find a way back. Of course it isn’t going to be that easy.

Sentinel

An hour later and filthy up to his elbows, Jason proudly surveyed his work. Not bad.Turning to his silent brother, he quirked an eyebrow.


“Yeah, yeah. Good job.” Adam crossed his arms. “Now what?”


“Uh.” That was a great question. “Maybe we should clean the rest of him up?”


“You want to get that angel naked and give him a sponge bath?” Adam’s baby face brightened with a wicked grin as Jason felt his whole body tingle hot with a blush he knew showed on his face


“Just go get clean water and more washcloths.”


“Okay, but it’s your funeral if he wakes up.”


Jason took a second to flip his brother the bird as Adam cackled his way to the bathroom. “Impudent little shit.” A handful of minutes were spent rearranging the guest on his bed, wings stretched across the top and rolling the man onto his side to avoid crushing them in case the bones in them were fragile. He was ready when Adam came back with another steaming pot.


Chapter 3