Chapter 3
Jason stumbled out of his excruciatingly empty bed before he was even truly awake. Where the hell was that angel? He stalked into the kitchen, and made a bee line for the coffee pot first. Had to wake up first if he wanted to find Castiel.
“Morning, Sunshine!” Adam crowed behind him and Jason smacked his forehead into the cupboard door right in front of his face. Adam was a bane to his existence most mornings, but today was even worse.
The f**k was Castiel at?
“Is he always this agreeable just after dawn?”
Whirling around, Jason slumped against the counter, relieved. Castiel was at the kitchen table, massive folded wings shimmering iridescent rainbows over the ink black feathers and framing him beautifully against their darkness, dressed in his scant armor. Damn, how hadn’t
