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

He simply smiled and repeated, “Agreed.”


“Fine. Dinner, then sleep. We’re always up early during picking time.” As much as Jason hated to leave his warm, feathery bed, but he didn’t add that. He was pretty still sure lusting after an angel was going to get him a ticket to whatever constituted a bad place, whether Hell existed or not. Jason stuffed the feeling into the deep cavern in his heart.


If it oozed out of the cracks, Jason wasn’t bothered enough to notice. 4


Castiel pulled himself out of the deep pseudo somnolent state he spent the nights in and swept his eyes over the room. Nothing had changed from last night to the hour before dawn and he allowed himself to relax. He indulged in his most pressing impulse next. He curled tighter around his mate and buried his nose in short, light brown hair near Jason’s temple.


Chapter 15