The second week of October ignited with a conflagration of color. All hands were on deck to bring the pumpkin harvest in and Jason was surprised when Castiel came to him after another long day sloughing through the patch.
“I could be of assistance.” Castiel had such a hopeful expression on his face, but Jason flashed him a skeptical frown.
“Do you know anything about harvesting? Or pumpkins?”
“They are bright orange.” Castiel c****d his head left. “Adam told me that pumpkins are delicious as food. I have not verified that information, however.”
Jason chuckled. “He’s right. I think I even have a nice little recipe for pumpkin ravioli.”
“Ravioli?” he asked, like he had no clue what that was. Jason damn near smacked himself yet again, for forgetting that his angel probably didn’t. It was
