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

Damn, how had Jason fallen so far so fast over a being he barely knew?


Castiel clapped his shoulder briefly, and Jason fought down a twinge of longing, before he faced the blazing marks painted on the wall. With one last smile in his direction, Castiel pulled away and walked, stride confident, right at the wall.


Unable to help it, Jason chuckled. Castiel flashed a black, indignant glare at the already fading symbols from where he sprawled on the sparse grass. He offered the angel a hand up, still laughing. “Not what you were expecting to happen?”


“No.” Castiel scowled, and his wings stirred up miniature flurries in irritated little flaps. “I was supposed to pass through it. The Gate should have worked.”


Chapter 12