The slow death of autumn was a beautiful thing to behold and Jason relished taking his angel out into the midst of their farm to enjoy it. Long walks, and after a great deal of coaxing, long rides to the boundaries became the highlight of his day. Jason envied Castiel’s seeming imperviousness to the cold, but eventually even his beautiful wings couldn’t shield the being from the bitter harshness of the last days. Still they ventured out; Jason bundled up in heavy clothes and boots, Castiel in a gigantic and garishly colorful afghan to conceal wings and body, and traded stories.
Sometimes they slipped away into the stable, away from the prying eyes and ears of Jason’s brothers, to love on each other with as much noise as they wanted to. Well, Jason would, at any rate. Castiel was always qu
