This is a sequel to my story "Nephilim" so I recommend you read that, first, though really all you need to know is that Spencer Reid is a nephilim. Now, this is my first foray into Supernatural, so please, be kind. I'm trying my best. If the characters are OOC, let me know! I always welcome advice/criticism so long as it's not rude, y'know? :) Now, this is a two-shot and this first part is set mid-season four, no real special time in there. Basically, it's after Dean got out of Hell, but before Lucifer gets free, so any spoilers up to and around there, I guess, though I don't think there is any. And, of course, keep in mind this is AU, obviously. :)

Please let me know what you think! I'm hoping I do okay. And I'll have the second part up soon!

Part One: Old Friends…

Time off was a rare thing at the Bureau. In all his years with the BAU, Spencer had rarely had a successful extended period of time off. The last time they'd tried to take a real vacation, the whole team, hadn't exactly ended well. The Fisher King case was one that none of them would forget. Since that entire disaster, the team hadn't taken a group vacation. Individual ones, yes, but not a vacation for the whole team. Not until now. Today was the start of a week-long vacation that Aaron assured them they wouldn't be called back from unless there was an absolute emergency. By unspoken agreement, none of those that had been around for the Fisher King case mentioned anything about the emergencies that had brought them back the last time.

Spencer checked the clock on the wall for the third time in the past hour. Only ten more minutes to go. Ten minutes and then he was out of here for the next seven days.

The sound of footsteps brought Spencer's attention away from the clock in just enough time for him to see his best friend come strolling up towards his desk. "So what are you gonna do with your time off, pretty boy? Got any big plans?" Derek asked him once he got close.

Spencer flushed ever so slightly at the nickname, just like he always did. The grin Derek gave said he'd noticed it and gotten the reaction he wanted. The brat. He'd taken Spencer on as a sort of surrogate sibling all those years ago when Spencer had first joined the team and that hadn't changed over the years. If anything, the bond had become stronger. In Derek's mind, that gave him the right to do all the teasing in the world. If Spencer were honest, he'd admit that he didn't mind it, not really. He liked the feeling of having a friend that he could count on and that he knew cared about him. The way that Derek teased him left him feeling accepted, not ostracized, like he did when others teased him. He knew there was no malice behind any of Derek's jokes. He'd also grown comfortable enough to actually tease back now and again. Or, at least, comfortable enough that he had no trouble now rolling his eyes at his friend and ignoring the nickname. "I do, actually." He answered. "I'm going to visit an old friend."

He should've known his words would spark Derek's curiosity. "Old friend?" Face alight with interest, he pushed at the folders on Spencer's desk, making just enough room that he could sit on the edge.

Amused, Spencer rolled his eyes and readjusted the folders that Derek had moved. "Yes, Morgan. Shocking though it may be for you to hear, I did have a life before I joined the Bureau."

Warm laughter spilled from Derek. He grinned down at Spencer, not in the least bit bothered by the slightly dry tone that usually accompanied Spencer's rare bits of humor or by the slightly rude sound of the statement. Not many people seemed to catch on to the socially awkward man's attempts at humor. Usually it seemed to drift right past them. People seemed to assume that he didn't have a sense of humor at all, most of the time. Derek was one of the very few people to actually catch on to Spencer's particular brand of humor. It was subtle and often dry, going right over people's heads, but once you caught on to it, it could be wicked and sharp. You just had to take the time to pay attention and notice it. Derek took the time. He made a show of settling in more, the very image of someone ready to start prying for information, the mischievousness in his eyes completely at odds with his laid back tone as he oh-so-casually said, "Ohh, someone from your college days, huh?"

A reluctant laugh tickled in Spencer's throat. "Yes." He deliberately kept his answer short just to irritate his friend.

"You two must be good friends if you've kept in contact all these years."

This time Spencer didn't stop the laugh from coming out. The sly tone to Derek's voice was such it was obvious what he was implying. The man had no idea just how far from the truth he was. Spencer's laugh bubbled out of him and had not only Derek, but Emily who was nearby at her desk, smiling at him. It wasn't often that they got to hear Spencer relax and laugh like that. The young genius shook his head and closed the final folder in front of him. He set it down with the stack of other ones and then moved those over to his outbox. Then, still smiling, he pushed up from his chair. He met Derek's stare head on, something he wasn't known for doing, and let his humor show on his face. Purposely, he ignored Derek's previous comment, partially because he didn't want to end up explaining things and partially because it was amusing to let the man draw his own conclusions. "I better be going if I want to make good time. You have a good vacation, Morgan."

"You too, kid. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Derek said teasingly, flicking at Spencer's hair and laughing when the man swatted at his hand.

Snagging his sweater off the back of his chair, Spencer pulled it on and then grabbed his bag, slinging it over his shoulder. A quick moment was spared to drop his files off up with Aaron and to wish his boss a good vacation, then another moment to say goodbye to Emily, and Spencer was out the door and heading away from the Bureau, perfectly happy with the thought that he wouldn't step foot back in here for a week. It'd been almost a year since the last time he'd gone to see Bobby Singer. If all things went right and they were able to iron out a few, little things, Spencer was looking forward to spending the week catching up with his old friend.

CXCX

Spencer was still chuckling over Derek's words an hour later when he was packing his bags. If only Derek realized just who Spencer's friend was. There never had been and never would be anything romantic between him and Bobby. They were friends, good friends, and nothing more. That is, if they would still be able to count one another as friends. Spencer wasn't sure. That was partly the reason behind this trip. He'd put it off for long enough. It was time to go and see his old friend and find out just where they stood.

He hadn't seen Bobby for a year and though that wasn't unusual at all, it usually wasn't by design like this. Spencer hadn't ever actively avoided going to see Bobby. Not since the beginning of their friendship when they were both still unsure of one another, a hunter and a supernatural 'creature' forming a friendship that, in both their worlds, really shouldn't exist. But he'd been avoiding Bobby ever since the night his Father had let him know that it was starting; the Righteous Man had gone to Hell and soon, he'd rise again. The beginning of the end.

It was hard for Spencer to stay back when he knew his friend was hurting. When Bobby had called his cell phone, the throwaway phone he had solely for emergencies, it had been extremely hard for Spencer to have to apologize and tell Bobby that, no, he knew no way to break a demon deal and that he couldn't help him. Spencer hadn't spoken to him since then. He hadn't spoken to him the entire time that Dean Winchester was in Hell and he hadn't spoken to him ever since the man's resurrection. Cold though it may be, and difficult, self-preservation had kept him away. The last thing Spencer wanted was an accidental encounter with an angel. There was more than just his friendship with Bobby at stake here. He had to think of himself here, too, and the risk of spending time with a person who had most likely met an angel or two now.

Spencer knew his shields should hold up just fine. If he could successfully mask his Grace from his own father, he could definitely mask it from the little Angel of Thursday that his father said was traveling with the Winchesters. Plus, it wasn't like he ever really spent time around those two. He'd managed to avoid ever having to meet the brothers in all the years that he'd been friends with Bobby. It was just…Spencer sighed. At least to himself he had to be honest here. It wasn't that he was afraid of running into anyone else while there. It was that he was afraid of what was going to happen with Bobby.

For their entire friendship, Bobby had been trying to figure out what Spencer was. It was kind of a game for them. Spencer had never confirmed what he was when he and Bobby had met, only insisting that he wasn't a threat. Bobby had taken that as some sort of personal challenge and seemed determined to discover what Spencer was. But Spencer had always been safe in the fact that he knew Bobby didn't know angels existed, that the man in fact didn't believe in them, and so there was no chance that he'd ever guess what Spencer was. Now, Bobby knew the truth. He knew angels were real. It wouldn't take long for him to connect the dots from there. Bobby was smart—far smarter than one would think looking at him. There was no doubt in Spencer's mind that Bobby would realize that he was at least part angel. He knew Spencer was a 'mix breed', so he'd know he wasn't a full angel. He'd realize the implications of that, too. How was he going to react to it? How would it change things? Would he still want to maintain their friendship? Or, and this thought terrified Spencer, would he decide that Spencer truly was something to hunt now? That thought left Spencer feeling sick. It was the thought that had kept him away for these past months. He didn't know if he could handle that after all these years. He didn't know what he'd do if he looked at a man who had become such a strangely good friend to him and the cold eyes of a hunter looked back.

Spencer gave a disgusted snort and zipped his bag shut with a sharp twist of his wrist. Standing around here worrying wasn't going to get him answers to any of those questions. They were the same questions he'd plagued himself with for the past year and he wasn't going to magically come up with any answers now. The only way he was going to get them answered was by gathering his courage and going out there.

Now that his bags were packed, he turned his attention to getting himself comfortable. Where he was going he wasn't going to be known as Dr. Reid there, not really. He didn't have to put on the careful persona he wore to work every single day. But, at the same time, he wasn't quite going to be fully himself, either. There were very few places he had that freedom and only one person he had it around. Still, this friend came awfully close. Spencer smiled at that thought as he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled off his tie. He traded those out for a t-shirt Garcia had given him as a gift last Christmas and which he usually only wore around the house. It had angel wings on the front and proclaimed 'The Angels Have the Phone Box'. She got it for him because of their mutual love of Doctor Who. He loved to wear it for his own amusement. Next, he switched his slacks for well-worn jeans. Then he pulled his hair back into a messy ponytail and he grabbed the thick black zip up sweater that Derek had left here three years ago and never took back. When he was done he took a look in the mirror and smiled at himself. The clothes weren't that big of changes, not really, yet they were enough to change his look. Enough that even his team would probably have to do a double take to recognize him.

A wave of his hand had his rucksack appearing in his hand. He lifted the strap up and pulled it over his shoulder. Okay. He had everything. Clothes, toiletries, the gifts—he never went there without gifts. Running down the mental checklist, Spencer gave a nod. Then he went around his apartment and locked everything down. He unplugged things that didn't need plugged in, shut off all the lights, checked the locks one last time. He was ready to go. Drawing in a deep breath, he let it out slowly, and before it was done he vanished from the room with only a soft rustle of feathers to mark his exit.

CXCX

Spencer didn't head straight to Bobby's house as he usually would've. It had become normal for him to fly right to his front porch, or if it was the middle of the night, right to the living room. He'd learned ages ago where the spare blankets were and Bobby had told him he was free to make himself at home on the couch whenever he needed. Today, though, Spencer thought a little more discretion was called for, at least until he knew just how things were going to go. So he flew to the edge of Bobby's property and walked the rest of the way.

He wasn't all that surprised to find the door opening before he even reached the porch. He'd heard the dog barking and knew that would've alerted his friend.

Nerves had him stopping a few feet away. If he needed to make a hasty exit, best to be a little bit away. Things looked good so far, though. There was no gun in sight. No weapons of any sort that he could see. That was a positive sign. Spencer repeated that over and over in his mind as he planted his feet and lifted his face to look up at the serious, stern looking man in front of him. "Hello, Bobby."

There was a brief moment of silence. Then, Bobby snorted and said, in that gruff voice of his that gave nothing away, "Long time no see."

Spencer adjusted his bag over his shoulder and gave Bobby a smile that he knew was hesitant around the edges. "Too long, Singer."

"Was beginning to think some Hunter finally killed you."

"Not yet." Still, he didn't move. He stayed where he was and tried not to squirm underneath Bobby's scrutiny. At the same time, he observed his friend in return, trying to seek out any sign of what Bobby was thinking or feeling.

With his usual tact, Bobby looked him over from head to toe and declared "Well something must've happened. You look like ten miles of bad road, mutt."

The familiar nickname had Spencer's smile turning a little more honest and some of the tension bleeding out of him. He knew what his use of that nickname meant. Bobby had jokingly called him that for the first time years ago when they'd been playing their game of trying to guess Spencer's heritage and, in a moment of honesty, Spencer had admitted he was a mix, a mutt. After that, Bobby had called him mutt to joke with him, to make him smile sometimes or make him laugh. It had kind of grown from there as their friendship had grown and now it came out for not just teasing, but affection too. If Bobby was using it, he couldn't be all that mad. Spencer adjusted his bag again and let his smile grow warmer. "You're always so kind, old man." He teased in return.

Bobby snorted at that. "If you're coming for kindness, you came to the wrong house." He declared. He gave Spencer one last look over and shook his head, huffing a bit and turning enough to open up the doorway. "Get on in here before that rain in the distance comes in. I just put on a fresh pot."

Despite the situation, it was simple and easy for Spencer to go inside this house, to make himself at home in one of the chairs at the kitchen table just as he'd done countless times before. He set his bag down by his feet so his hands were free while still keeping it close enough to grab and make that quick escape if it still proved necessary. Watching Bobby go through the motions of preparing two cups of coffee was oddly relaxing. It was normal and familiar to him. Spencer said nothing while he waited. He'd wait until they were both settled in here, coffee in hand, before any discussion started. They'd had many a talk sitting at this kitchen table with coffee or alcohol.

All too soon Bobby was bringing their cups over to the table and taking his own seat. Spencer watched him discreetly while adding sugar to his cup. Bobby was looking just as well as ever. A few extra lines on his face that Spencer thought might be stress, but really, that was to be expected with all that was going on right now. He knew that Bobby would be doing everything he could to help the Winchesters. He'd be worrying about them. There was no one alive that meant more to him than those boys did. Bobby didn't let people in easily. Those two, though, had wormed their way into his heart a long, long time ago.

Once he had his coffee mixed the way he wanted, Spencer cradled it between his hands and sat back in his chair. He drew one leg up until the heel of his shoe rested on the edge of the chair. His body language spoke of a casual relaxation that even those who knew him might be fooled by. He'd learned a long time ago, from a master, on how to give off the image he wanted to. How to play on people's perceptions of it. It came in handy. Right now, it masked the nerves and fear that still coiled down inside of his stomach. But when he finally spoke, unable to bear the heavy silence, his tone was at odds with the rest of him, far too serious to be casual. "I'm sorry I've been absent." The apology felt necessary. He really hadn't liked deliberately staying away like this. "I thought it might be best, at least for a little while."

"I aint stupid, boy." Bobby said bluntly. "Didn't take me long to figure out why you were staying away."

Spencer made himself stay still, stay in this chair and not run away. He shrugged one shoulder nervously and took a small sip of his coffee. "Can you blame me for being worried?"

The scoff he got was pure Bobby. "No. But I can blame you for being stupid."

That had Spencer's eyebrows shooting up.

Scowling, Bobby shook his head. "For someone so damn smart, you sure got your dumb moments. I didn't kill you when I thought you was part monster. What makes you think I'd kill you for being part angel?"

And there it was, right out there in the open. The one thing that Spencer had worked so very hard to keep secret his entire life. The one thing he'd been told to always make sure no one ever found out. Hearing it said out loud like that sent an instinctive wave of fear through him. He fought it back, pushing it down. "If you know what I am, I imagine you know just how my kind is viewed." Spencer said in a surprisingly steady voice.

"I did some reading, refreshed my memory."

"Then you'll understand when I say it wasn't just you I was worried about."

"Yeah." Bobby gave him a look of understanding and nodded. "Figured that out pretty quick. I aint after telling anyone, mutt. Who I'm friends with aint no one's business but mine."

One thing Spencer knew absolutely was that Bobby's word was solid. If he said something, he meant it. He wasn't the type of person to say things he didn't mean and he wasn't one to lie. Hearing Bobby say that he didn't plan on telling anyone, hearing him use the word friends, went a long way towards uncoiling the tight knot of fear that had lived in Spencer's stomach for so long now. "Thank you." He had to turn his gaze away from the man for a moment to keep him from seeing the emotion that would be flashing through his eyes. He busied himself with adding another spoonful of sugar to his slightly bitter coffee and swirling it around, taking a drink to test the flavor, using the time to gather his composure. Bobby let him, saying not a word. When he was sure he had himself under control and could speak without his voice betraying him, he looked up once more. "So, I imagine you've probably got a few questions. I'll answer them as best as I can. I should warn you, though, there are some things I won't answer and I need you to respect it if I say no." On that, he would remain firm, no matter what. "If you can't, I'm sorry, but I'm gone. As important as our friendship is, there are some things that are even more so."

"I'm guessing asking about your Daddy would be at the top of that list."

"You'd be right." Briefly, Spencer's hands clenched around his mug. "Nephilim aren't exactly allowed. I'm putting myself at enough risk by trusting you with my secret, something I've been taught practically from birth to never let anyone know. I'm not going to risk him, too."

"Fair enough." Bobby agreed. He lifted his mug, tipping it in a sort of 'cheers' movement, and then he took a long drink before setting it back down. Then he surprised Spencer completely by gesturing down at the bag at his feet and saying "So, what'd you bring me this time?"

Spencer sat there for a moment and just stared at him. That hadn't been what he'd expected at all. He'd been so sure that Bobby would have countless questions. That he'd want to know what Spencer's powers were like, what a nephilim was capable of, or even questions about angels in general. But Bobby wasn't asking any of that. He was just sitting there with this expectant look on his face, waiting to see what it was that Spencer had brought for him, like absolutely nothing had changed. Like it wasn't any big deal that he was sitting with a nephilim that Heaven would want to smite if his existence was known. In that moment, Spencer had never appreciated Bobby Singer more. The very last bit of tension drained from Spencer and he knew he was practically beaming at the man. "You're an amazing and unique individual, Robert Singer."

The scowl he got only made his smile grow, which had Bobby rolling his eyes and grumbling. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Stow the mush, idjit. Let's see what you brought."

Still grinning, Spencer reached down for his bag and the presents that were inside.