Now, I just want to get this out there, as a person that I had read this pointed something out to me – Gabriel might come off as a little ooc to you guys, but I think it's for logical reasons. With Spencer, we're seeing a side of him that of course he hasn't showed to others. It's going to be a bit softer and kinder, I'd think, like a parent is with their child. Of course he acts different around his kid than he does around others. Keep that in mind if he seems a little off character, s'il vous plait. Merci.
Also, I've got most of my chapters outlined, but the actual writing may take a bit, so this might have slow updates. But I wanted to go ahead and at least post the first chapter so you all knew I hadn't forgotten about it, and because I write better and faster when I know people are waiting for more lol :D I hope you guys enjoy this!
Spencer Reid stood outside the doors of the BAU bullpen and stared in with a look of trepidation on his face. He really wasn't looking forward to this. Not just because he knew his friends were going to worry, but because he didn't like lying to them. For a brief moment he almost wished he'd taken his father up on his offer to come with him. Gabriel had made the offer this morning, just sort of nonchalantly threw it out there as they'd shared breakfast at Gabriel's current home. With the Winchesters on an easy, simple hunt, and with Castiel out still doing his search for God, Gabriel and Spencer had indulged in the time to enjoy a breakfast together before Spencer had to head to the Bureau. They were just finishing up when Gabriel had casually offered "I could head in with you, if you wanted. Moral support and all that."
It took almost five minutes for Spencer to stop laughing.
The idea of bringing Gabriel here, to the FBI, was at once both insane and hilarious. Only once before had the archangel ever come here and that had been early on when Spencer first started at the Bureau. Gabriel had wanted to come in and see where Spencer worked and who he was going to be working with. For the next three weeks the whole Bureau had suffered from a rash of juvenile pranks. They weren't even the well thought out, carefully executed pranks that the Trickster was known for. No, they were childish pranks. The kind that kids pulled on one another and thought were the absolute best. Prank drawers that shot out confetti when opened. Sugar packets replaced with salt. The autocorrect on everyone's computers suddenly started replacing simple misspelled words with different vulgarities. One guy on the floor, someone who had given Spencer a hard time from the get go for both his looks and his age, had received a delivery in the middle of the bullpen from a gay porn store.
All the pranks had been simple and childish, and they'd provided Spencer without countless hours of amusement, but there was no way he was going to willingly unleash that on anyone right now. The laugh he got from the offer worked wonders, though, and he'd left his Dad's place with a smile on his face, which had mostly likely been Gabriel's intention anyways.
Spencer gathered himself and pushed his nerves down as far as he could get them to go. No more procrastinating. It was time to do this. He'd made his decision and he believed firmly that it was the only decision he could make. Now it was time to face up to it. He'd already put this off long enough. Instead of doing it the day he'd made his decision, as he'd planned on, he'd waited through the weekend first. Well, the weekend was over and there was no more putting it off.
The first place that he went to was Strauss. Dealing with her wasn't difficult at all. Spencer knew how to handle her. Oh, she wasn't happy, she made sure he knew that. But this wasn't something she could refuse. He had all his paperwork in order and all the necessary documentation to back up his lie. His 'cousin' Jordan was in the end stages of leukemia with no more than six months to live. Dramatic, he knew, but he needed it to be dramatic enough that the Bureau wouldn't fight him on taking leave, considering the circumstances within the team right now. There was only one more thing that Spencer would need to be in DC for and that was Hayley's funeral, which was being held tomorrow. That was something that Spencer couldn't miss.
Once Spencer cleared everything with Strauss, he took on the next step, one that he'd made sure to tell her he wanted to take care of personally—he had to go tell the team. Oh, he could've let her do it for him. She would have. He could've just said that he needed to go and she would've handled telling the team for him without a problem. But they deserved more respect from him than that.
Some kind of word must've traveled, though. Maybe someone saw him in the office with Strauss. It couldn't be the paperwork; Penelope was fast on things like that, but Spencer doubted that Erin had put his paperwork through yet. Whatever it was, the team—minus Aaron, of course, who was still at home with his son, exactly where he should be—were all waiting in the bullpen around Emily's desk when Spencer came in. Even Penelope was there. They weren't subtle about the fact that they were waiting for him. All their eyes turned his way when he came in and they watched him walk towards them with varying expressions of worry and remnants of the grief they were all still feeling. They knew something was up they just didn't know what. Spencer gathered up his courage and made his way over to them.
"What happened?" Penelope asked immediately, clutching tightly to the mug of tea she was holding. "Did she have more questions? Are they going to talk to us again?"
It took a second for him to realize what she meant. Oh. They thought that he and Strauss had been talking because of the whole Foyet incident. Well, that made sense. He should've figured they'd go that route. He shook his head and hurried to reassure her, and the rest of them. "No, no, it had nothing to do with Foyet. I should've known word would spread fast. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you guys worry." Drawing in a breath, Spencer stuffed his hands down in his pockets and prepared to once more lie to his friends, no matter how little he liked it. "I have a family member who's extremely ill. It's…it's cancer, and they've given him no more than six months. I was seeing Strauss to arrange the time off to go and be with him."
"Oh, Reid, not your Mom?" JJ asked, reaching out to take hold of his arm.
Spencer shook his head quickly. "Mom's fine. It's a cousin of mine, Jordan. We're close, he and I, and I don't want to have to spend what time he has left, alone."
"Is there anything we can do?" Emily offered. Beside her, Penelope nodded her agreement, adding "Yeah, anything at all."
Again, he shook his head, needing to take a moment to fight down the nauseous feeling that was sitting in his stomach at these blatant lies. He hoped if anything showed in his voice that they would simply take it as distress over what he was telling them and not his upset at having to lie to the people he cared so much about. "No, thank you. I've arranged the time off with Strauss. All I need to do now is go home and pack. I'll be, um, I'll stick around for the f-funeral tomorrow." He stammered slightly over that, but no one called him on it, thankfully.
So far he'd avoided looking at Derek or Dave too much. Dave was a damn good profiler and extremely hard to lie to and Derek knew him better than most anyone in this side of his life. In some ways, he knew Spencer better than anyone but family. He knew his little quirks, some of his tells, things that would give this away for the lie it was. But he couldn't avoid looking at them anymore. Not when everyone gave him another hug and Dave stepped up to take his turn. Only, once he let go of Spencer, he didn't pull away but stood there in front of him and told him "You know where to find us if you need us." Then Dave reached up and curled his hand around the back of Spencer's neck, startling him as he pulled him down to kiss his forehead. He held Spencer still as he locked their eyes together. With that single look he was letting Spencer know that he didn't believe the story for a single minute, that he knew something was going on, and he was giving Spencer what little strength and support he could without actually calling him on it. "Take care of yourself, Reid."
"Thanks, Rossi." Spencer croaked out.
He honestly wasn't surprised when Derek didn't hug him. His best friend gave him a searching look before speaking up for the first time since Spencer had come in. "I'll walk you out, Reid."
They all knew that meant that he wanted to talk to Spencer away from everyone else. Beyond nervous about it, Spencer bid his friends one final goodbye, promising to see them tomorrow at the funeral, and then he gathered up a few things from his desk that he couldn't leave behind before he followed Derek out of the bullpen and into their lobby by the elevators. Derek caught his arm once they were out the door and steered him slightly to the side where they would be just out of sight of the bullpen. No one would be able to stare at them here and Spencer was grateful for that. He knew Derek had done that for his benefit. Being the center of attention was not something that Spencer enjoyed.
Once they were safely out of view, Derek stopped and his expression turned serious. Even more serious than it had already been, which was saying quite a lot. "What's going on, Reid?" He didn't beat around the bush, simply got straight to the point. He'd recognized something off with Spencer's story, too, only he wasn't going to let it go like Dave had. Worry swam in his dark eyes. "Are you okay?"
"I'm okay as I can be, considering." Spencer answered, choosing his words carefully.
"Are you sure? Because you've been acting strange lately, Reid. Different."
"What do you mean?"
Derek's eyes searched his face, watching him carefully for anything that might give him away, anything that might give some kind of clue, and his voice was low and careful. "Just, you're different. The way you move, the way you carry yourself, even the way you talk. You've been different, lately. Not yourself. And…I don't ever remember you telling me about any cousins, or even any aunts or uncles for you to have cousins from. So I'll ask you again—are you okay?"
It didn't take but a second before Spencer realized what Derek thought was going on here. Realization hit and his eyes went wide with surprise. Then he was hurrying, scrambling to reassure him because this wasn't what he wanted his friends to think at all. "Oh, no, no Morgan, I'm fine. Really, I am. This isn't some elaborate cover to hide me being sick, I promise." Was that what the others thought? Was that why JJ had looked at him the way she had? "You have to let the others know, please, I'm not sick. If I've been acting different it's because I've been worried." That wasn't even a lie; he had been worried lately. A lot.
His words had Derek looking at him even more intently than before, staring like he was trying to read straight down into him to find out the truth of his words. Whatever he saw must've reassured him a little because his shoulders lost some of their tension and his gaze softened the slightest bit. "You've had me pretty worried, kid."
"I'm sorry." Spencer said honestly. "I didn't think anyone would notice and I didn't want to add on to anyone's worry. Not with…with everything that's been going on."
A small smile touched Derek's lips. "I always notice. I just don't always call you on it."
Now that he'd had his initial worries cleared, Derek gave him the hug that he hadn't before. This was the most that Spencer had been hugged by his friends, and that was counting all the ones he'd gotten after his kidnapping. Normally, they all knew and respected how little he touched. Right now they were all a little raw, though, dealing with their stress and grief, and something else added on top of it had them reacting physically in ways they usually wouldn't. Spencer knew and understood it so he didn't complain. Besides which, he found himself wanting the hugs. Needing them. There was a small voice in the back of his mind that kept whispering all the things that could happen while he was gone, either to him or to them. Spencer soaked up those touches and carried them with him as he left the Bureau, trying hard not to wonder if he was ever going to step foot in that building again.
The brothers knew not to expect Spencer for a day or two. When he'd come back home to deal with the Bureau, he'd warned them that it might take him a couple days, especially since he had a funeral to attend, though he'd made sure that they knew they could still call on him if they needed. That left Spencer with plenty of time to pack up the things around his house that he needed. He went through his books that night, picking out which ones could stay and which ones he wanted to take with him. Having an eidetic memory didn't mean that he didn't need books at all. Despite being able to recall something on his own, sometimes it was just easier to go back to the actual book, or to have the book there to verify that he was remembering it correctly. There were also other things he packed up, things that he didn't want to just leave here, plus the usual necessities for a trip away from home. Sure, his safe houses had basic stuff, plus he had the ability to transport anything from home to there with just a thought, but he'd lived human long enough that it was habit to do things 'the slow way', as his father would put it.
By the time the next day rolled around, Spencer was packed and ready to go, his things already transported out to the safe house the team was sharing. Everything that needed to be done was taken care of. All that was left was the one thing he really wasn't looking forward to—the funeral.
He dressed himself for it with care and tried to use that time to gather his composure as best as he could. He needed to be calm and in control. Composed. He needed to hide the guilt that still clawed at his insides. As Spencer tied his tie, he reminded himself of everything his father had told him the other night, all the reassurances that he'd given him that this wasn't actually his fault, that he'd done what he could. Of course, Spencer didn't believe a word of it, but the memory of the words and the love that had been behind them was enough to help him steady himself. By the time he made his way out of his apartment, he was calmer and had himself under control.
Some of that calm composure vanished underneath a wave of surprise when he got outside and found two people waiting for him.
Gabriel and Castiel stood side by side, leaning against the side of Spencer's car, and both were dressed in black suits. Spencer found himself just standing there for a moment and staring. He'd never seen his father dressed like this before. Any time he'd seen Gabriel in a suit it had always been colorful and extravagant. Something that spoke to his bold personality. Today, the only color was the silver tie. The rest of his suit was black. Still, that wasn't anywhere near as shocking as Castiel. Not once since he'd met him had Spencer seen the man without his trench coat. Yet here he was, dressed in a tailored black suit with a dark blue shirt underneath and his tie was actually on straight. He looked perfectly put together.
Spencer spoke the first words that came to mind. "What are you guys doing here?"
"You really think we'd make you do this alone, kiddo?" Gabriel asked, his expression almost mocking but his voice oh-so-gentle.
Beside him, Castiel straightened, looking so stiff and proper and yet his wings, visible only to the two with him, rose up and one extended just slightly towards Spencer in a way that was a silent offer of strength and support. "It was my understanding that this is something that is done by family." There was a slight stumble over the word 'family' that wouldn't have been noticeable to anyone else. The idea of family as the Winchesters did it, as Gabriel and Spencer did it, was so foreign to Castiel, yet in so many obvious ways it was also desperately wanted, and he was alternately overjoyed and overwhelmed at being accepted into it. He seemed to take the title of Uncle that Spencer gave him very seriously. Spencer had heard him, once or twice, questioning Dean and even Sam on what exactly an Uncle's role was in the 'family unit'. It seemed that this was one of those things that he felt fell into that category.
This was most likely a terrible idea. Taking these two with him to the funeral for Hayley? They didn't even know her. Spencer hadn't been that close to her, either. It wasn't a personal grief that was making this so hard for him. It was his grief at the loss of a life, pain felt for the pain that Aaron was going through and for Jack, and a heavy smattering of guilt. Gabriel knew all that, of course. He'd heard it all the other night when Spencer's grief and guilt had overwhelmed him. He'd helped him through the outpouring of it. That was most likely why he was here now; to make sure that Spencer had all of that under control and to help keep it from building again. And honestly? Spencer was grateful. No matter how terrible an idea it was, he was so very grateful for their presence, and he reached out with his grace to let them both know that. The feel of their grace against his, pumping comfort and love like nothing else ever could, steadied him inside and took away some of the tension he'd been battling. He breathed a little easier when they pulled apart. "Thank you."
When they arrived at the gravesite, there were more than a few strange looks at Spencer's two extra guests. Derek recognized Gabriel from his visit that day at the apartment, but the others had no clue who they were, and now wasn't the time for it. Neither Gabriel nor Castiel said anything to anyone. They stayed with the rest of the crowd as Spencer walked with the others as one of the pallbearers. When he was done, they immediately moved to join him, standing on either side of him. Castiel stood close, with his usual disregard for personal space, their shoulders and wings brushing together with every small movement. Gabriel discreetly reached down at one point and twined their fingers together. Their support held Spencer up and kept him steady. For the kid who was so used to standing on his own, it was a wonderful thing to have them there to help him get through this.
It wasn't until the service was over and everyone was gathering at their cars to leave that conversation Spencer knew was coming finally happened. Spencer didn't plan on attending the wake after this, so he made a point to stand aside and wait for Aaron and Jack to come over so that he could pay his respects before leaving. He wasn't really surprised when the other members of the team came over to wait with him. JJ came up and greeted him with a hug, which he returned easily, taking the next one from Penelope and then the one from Emily as well.
"Are you coming to the wake?" JJ asked him as she stepped back.
Spencer shook his head, pulling back from his hug with Emily. "No. We're heading out directly after this. I was just waiting so I could pay my respects to Hotch before I go." He explained. Seeing the curious way the team was looking at him, he turned himself just a little towards the left where Gabriel and Castiel were standing quietly. "Um, everyone, I'd like you to meet an old family friend, Ki, and my Uncle Cas. Guys, these are my teammates: JJ, Emily, Garcia, Morgan, and Rossi."
He was glad Castiel didn't even bat an eye at the introductions. They'd discussed on the car ride over the cover that Spencer lived with here and that Gabriel had and they'd agreed on the one for Castiel. Still, Spencer had already seen more than once that Castiel wasn't exactly the best at human interactions and he wasn't quite sure how this whole thing would go. Then again, any awkwardness on his part might actually help sell the fact that they were family. Everyone knew just how awkward Spencer was. Thinking it had Spencer smothering a snort of amusement. Judging by the slight twitch to Gabriel's lips, he'd heard those thoughts too and was just as amused by them.
Everyone said their 'hellos' and 'nice to meet you' and Castiel took each greeting solemnly, returning them in that deep, gravelly voice of his that always startled everyone. Gabriel wore a smile that wasn't quite his usual smirk, out of respect, and shook each hand offered, though Spencer could see he was privately amused by the entire thing.
The team seemed rather grateful for the distraction that Spencer was providing them with here. Either that or they were just honestly that curious about meeting people connected to their normally shy genius. Especially Castiel. Plenty of looks were traveling back and forth between Castiel and Spencer. It was Derek who voiced what Spencer knew the others had to be thinking. "I didn't know you had an Uncle, Reid." If there was a tiny hint of accusation underneath that, Spencer chose to ignore it.
"I can see the resemblance." Penelope added in, her usual warm smile just slightly dimmer than normal, though that was to be expected.
Her pronouncement had Spencer clearing his throat to fight back the chuckle that wanted to break free. She could see the resemblance? As far as he knew, Spencer had no connection to Castiel's vessel's family.
Impish little shit that he was, Gabriel smiled brightly at her and nodded his agreement. "Oh yeah. Two peas in a pod, these ones." He gestured back to Castiel and Spencer with his thumb.
Spencer caught the very slight wrinkle that built between Castiel's eyebrows and it didn't take much to realize why. He leaned towards the angel, lowering his voice in hopes the others wouldn't hear, and murmured "Two peas in a pod is a way of saying that two things are quite alike."
Despite his efforts, it appeared that the others heard him. There were a few politely smothered grins and Dave gave them both an amused look before dryly saying "Yeah, I can see the resemblance now, too." which only served to make the others finally break out with smiles.
Of course, that was the moment that Aaron started to make his way towards them, Jack held in his arms. Remembering where they were was enough to wipe away Spencer's smile. Seeing his friend, seeing how dim his soul was from the heavy cloud of grief and how the grief sat on Jack as well, pushed away any feelings of mirth and brought the guilt and heartache back tenfold. In the back of his mind came that whisper once more, reminding him You could've stopped this. You could've blown your cover and flown to the house and stopped Foyet before he killed her.
That's enough, Spencer. Gabriel voice broke in, cutting off his thoughts before they could form any further. Don't start that back up again.
Spencer smothered his sigh and straightened himself up. Absently, he smoothed one hand over his stomach, clearing away the wrinkles in his shirt and battling back the bit of nausea that churned in there. Then he moved forward to try and pay his respects to his friend.
If it had been any other situation, there would've been countless questions about Spencer's companions. They wouldn't have gotten out of there so easily without going through some kind of friendly interrogation. But a funeral was no place for anything like that and so once Spencer had paid his respects—Gabriel had offered his condolences as well as Castiel, startling Aaron, who simply accepted it with only one curious look Spencer's direction—the trio made their way back to Spencer's car. It wasn't any real surprise to Spencer when he found himself being pushed into the backseat and his keys snatched right out of his hand. He didn't even think of protesting. Right now he probably wouldn't be the safest driver. His mind was too distracted. He just let himself be led to the backseat and he climbed in, curling himself up near the window.
Saying goodbye to his friends had been bittersweet. They were all under the impression that they would get to see him again in a few months. If Spencer had his way, it would be true, too. But he wasn't deluding himself into believing it was a guarantee. In the back of his mind, he could even admit sometimes that it wasn't even likely. If he got through this all alive, made it through the final battle with Lucifer and somehow miraculously survived it, he still wouldn't be out of danger. That would end the big threat for everyone else. For Spencer, that would most likely be just the beginning. Because he might be able to hide now, might be able to keep his presence as a nephilim a secret, but once that final battle came demons and angels alike would know of his existence. They'd know what he was and they would do everything they could to hunt him down to either use him or kill him. Spencer had known that for a while know. He'd come to the realization that night that he'd sat guard over Sam in his hotel room, just after he'd found out he was Lucifer's vessel. That night Spencer had thought about all of this and he'd come to a few important decisions. Namely—he wasn't going to let the fear of that moment stop him. He also wasn't going to just lie down and take it. He was going to try and find a way during all his research to maybe figure out how to mask his presence even out on the battlefield.
If he could cover his power up enough to convince the angels and demons that he was pure angel, or that he was simply a pagan, that would offer him a good measure of protection. If not, there had to be some way to hide his human identity, making him able to retreat to his old life and be safely hidden.
More than anything he wanted to believe he'd be able to do it. However, he wasn't stupid. He knew the chances were slim to none. This could very well be the last time that he'd ever see any of his friends again. Closing his eyes and resting his head back against the seat, Spencer tried to hold on to the image of them, preserving it in his memory.
At least if anything happened to him, he knew that Gabriel would make sure his team was taken care of. He'd look after them for him.
Coming back to himself, Spencer realized that he'd zoned out a little bit there. The two angels in the front seat were in some sort of hushed discussion that he didn't bother trying to tune in to and the car was moving down a stretch of road that was a little ways away from the funeral site. He watched the scenery go past and calculated in his head, surprised to realize that they had to have been driving for a good twenty minutes already. "Where are we going?" He asked, sitting up a little.
"At the moment? Nowhere important." Gabriel answered, smiling at him as Spencer leaned forward and rested his arms on the front seat, putting his face in the middle of them.
"So we're just driving aimlessly…why?"
"Gabriel felt it would be best to give you time to gather your thoughts before we chose a destination." Castiel answered.
"Pfft! Don't listen to Cassie. I just wanted a chance to prank passing motorists."
Castiel turned with an uncharacteristic scowl on his face. "Do not call me that."
It took effort for Spencer to smother his snort. The annoyance in Castiel's tone pretty much guaranteed that Gabriel was going to call him Cassie at every opportunity. Either the younger angel hadn't known Gabriel well during his time in Heaven, or the archangel had changed quite a bit over the years. Spencer had a feeling it was a bit of both. Either way, it was obvious that Castiel didn't know how to deal with Gabriel. He didn't know the little things that made being around him that much easier, one of which was to never let him know just how much something irritated you. That was basically an open invitation for him to do or say it all the time. If it really did bother or upset you, he'd stop, of course. But something that was just an annoyance? Those were the kinds of things the angel-turned-trickster loved.
Just as Spencer had expected, Gabriel grinned broadly at Castiel before saying "Sure thing, Cassie."
Castiel opened his mouth as if to say more only to stop when Spencer put a hand on his shoulder. "It's not worth it, Uncle. You'll only encourage him." Spencer told him, shaking his head and giving his father a wry look. "Now, do you actually have a destination in mind, or are we really just driving for the sake of driving?"
"You needed the time." Gabriel said in one of those moments of honesty and openness that was rarely shown in front of anyone. Then he covered it with one of his usual smirks, flashing a quick look over to Spencer. "Now that you're all settled, though, I say we drop this baby off at your home base and you two scramble on back to your precious Winchesters. I've got meetings of my own to see to."
Spencer shifted his arms a little so he could better look at his dad's face. "Meetings? With who?"
"Some friends." Gabriel answered vaguely. Lifting one hand, he cut off Spencer's next question, snapping his fingers and transporting them car and all to the garage at Spencer's safe house. With the car no longer in motion, somehow turned off even during their transport, Gabriel was free to turn to better face Spencer and smile at him. "Don't worry, kiddo. I'll be back soon enough."
For a moment Spencer just sat there and looked at his father, trying to read the expression on his face, the look in his eyes, anything about him. Unfortunately, it was hard with him. Unlike other angels who either showed no emotion in their vessels, or too much, because they didn't know how to work the body they were in, Gabriel knew exactly how to work the body he wore. He knew how to control the expressions, make them show just what he wanted. He knew how to control body language. And years of hiding from other angels meant that he was extremely good at controlling his grace and his wings. There was almost no way for Spencer to ever truly read him if he didn't want to be read. Still, there was something here, something off, and Spencer had learned to trust instinct a long time ago. "There's something you're not telling us."
"Oh, little fox." Reaching up, Gabriel patted his cheek, his expression warm with fond amusement. "There's loads I'm not telling you." Drawing his hand back in, he gave one more grin and then was gone with a snap of the fingers.
Spencer stared at the space his father had been and he gave a small shake of his head. He doubted he'd ever be able to say that he truly understood his father. There was no one he loved more, though. Turning, Spencer looked over at Castiel and the two shared a small smile. "Well, should we take his advice and go find our Winchesters?" Spencer asked him. "Or are you off on your hunt for Grandfather again?"
"I think I can spare a little time to check in." Castiel said.
Before they could fly away, Spencer quickly reached over and put his hand on Castiel's shoulder, stopping him and bringing his full attention to Spencer. The young genius hesitated only briefly before he met Castiel's eyes head. "Thank you, Uncle. For being there with me today. I know human funerals probably don't make much sense to you, and I know you had other, better things to be doing, but it…it helped, having you two there. So, thank you."
Castiel nodded solemnly at him. "You are welcome, Spencer Reid." The solemn look faded and a small, hesitant smile ghosted over his lips. "I find myself liking this 'family' that we are creating here. I'm beginning to understand why it is so important to humans. You all matter to me in ways I didn't know were possible. It is, strange, and yet nice."
"You matter to us too, Uncle." Spencer reassured him. His smile grew a bit devilish and he couldn't resist teasing just a little. "Let's just hope you feel that way when you get the chance to meet the rest of the family. Strange will be a calm term for that."
The surprised look on Castiel's face made Spencer laugh. Still laughing, he stretched out his wings and flew away before Castiel had a chance to question him.