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

Gasping for breath, Jason smacked his forehead against the tiled shower wall. “Fuck.” That was nothing but a bad idea; however, he was a little calmer. With jerky movements, he soaped up and rinsed off quickly, face red.


Sure that what he had just done, who exactlyhe imagined, was written boldly across his guilty face, Jason still kept his head high and went to put on sleep pants and a shirt. Castiel was awake, eyes tracking him.


“Are you well, Jason?” Castiel’s low murmur did funny things to Jason’s stomach.


“Yeah. It’s just been a busy day. I’m tired, is all.” He finished yanking his sleep clothes on, about ready to lie on the pallet he’d made when Castiel spoke again.


“There is enough room on your strange bed. If you would be more comfortable, you may sleep here with me.”


Chapter 10