*Later on, this will have some direct quotes from The Children Are Our Future. I couldn't write the scene without those quotes. But, as I'm adding Spencer to the mix, please understand that there are going to be parts that go quite differently, okay? Okay. Thanks, folks!*

It had only been a few days since Spencer had last saw the brothers when a prayer from Sam called him back to them. The prayer came through in early afternoon during a slow day of paperwork. Spencer was fiddling with his pen, trying to think of a way to stretch out what little work he had left so that he wouldn't be completely and utterly bored for the next few hours. The bullpen was far more boring since Derek had moved into his office. There was no more deep laughter, no more paper clips and paper balls and random pencils that came flying at Spencer at random moments solely to irritate or distract him. There was just him and Emily and the bunch of other people who worked in here. Spencer hadn't realized just how used to Derek's chaos he'd gotten until it had disappeared. He contemplated gathering up the two folders he had left; he knew Derek would have no issue with him coming in and working quietly in there.

Once or twice Spencer had done it already. Derek never asked for a reason why when Spencer showed up, smiling shyly and looking kind of pitiful in his doorway. He just let him in and the two would work in companionable silence. It was perfect. Derek didn't ask and Spencer didn't have to lie. There was no way he could tell his friend that he was a half-angel who was feeling the emotions of his teammates because he'd spent so long around them that he was pretty in tune with their thoughts and feelings, and Aaron's emotions were a nauseating swirl ever since the Reaper, ever since Hayley and Jack had gone into protective custody. Spencer could tell him all of that. So he was grateful that Derek never asked, just let him in, let him take the break, and Spencer was content with letting Derek think what he wanted.

However, before he could decide to go back there or not, he felt the tingle in his grace that let him know he was being prayed to. He bowed his head down over his desk like he was looking at the folder there and turned his attention inward, focusing on the sound of Sam's voice.

"So hey, Spencer, this is a bit much to text so I thought I'd pray to you. I hope I'm not disturbing you at work or anything important like that. But we've got a case that's, well—it's a weird one. We don't really know what to think. We've got this circle of weird crap happening and at the center of it is this little boy. Right now we're getting ready to go and talk with his birth mother and I think maybe we could use an extra set of eyes and ears. So, you know, if you've got the time, it'd be great. If not, maybe just text and let me know? Thanks, man. Amen."

Spencer was already moving even as Sam uttered his 'amen'. He kept hold of that small link that the prayer had given him and made his way out of the bullpen and down towards Derek's office. A quick rap of his knuckles against the door and then he was poking his head in. Luckily, Derek was alone, doing paperwork at his desk. He looked up at the sound of the knock, smiling when he saw who was there. "Hey, Reid."

"Hey, Morgan." Biting on his bottom lip, Spencer pushed the door open and stepped into the room. He'd thought on his way over here and there was only one way he could think of to make this work. "Do you have a minute?"

"Yeah, of course. What's up?"

"Do you guys need me for anything this afternoon?"

His question surprised Derek. Sitting back, the other man gave him a more serious look, his attention fully on Spencer. "No, not that I can think of. Today was just meant for paperwork and I bet you've already finished that. Why? Is everything okay, Reid?"

Spencer tried to give Derek a reassuring smile. "I'm fine. It's just a friend of mine. He's having a bit of an emergency and he needs a bit of a hand. I was hoping it would be okay to take off a bit early today and go help him."

It was rare for Spencer to ask for a favor like this. He'd never really done it before and Derek knew that. Usually, Aaron had to fight to get Spencer to go home, even when he was injured. He wasn't the type of person to just ask to take the afternoon off without a very good reason behind that. Knowing that and knowing his friend the way that he did, it wasn't hard for Derek to make his decision. "Yeah, Reid, of course." He didn't press Spencer, didn't ask what was going on. That wasn't his business and he trusted Spencer. "Is there anything I can do?"

"No, thank you." Spencer said. "I appreciate this, Morgan."

"Of course, kid."

Spencer took it as a sign of their friendship and trust that Derek said nothing more, just nodded at him and let him go, knowing that Spencer wouldn't have asked if he didn't need this and trusting that it was something important. There weren't many out there that would do that. There were few friends in Spencer's life that he counted as close to him as he did Derek, especially considering all the things that Derek didn't know. It made it all the harder to hide things from him and all the more uncomfortable, too. But it made Spencer want to protect him even more.

Not even five minutes later found Spencer landing in the backseat of the Impala. He couldn't help but chuckle when he looked in the front and saw that both the boys were there, dressed up in cheap suits. "I take it this is your FBI agent look."

The car gave a quick jerk and curses filled the air. Spencer sat perfectly still and watched Dean with one eyebrow raised as the older hunter tried to straighten his car back out. The curses that he was using were rather inventive. He had to give him credit for his creativity. Though…that last one wasn't exactly anatomically possible. Spencer refrained from pointing that out. Something told him that wouldn't go over all that well. Instead, he opted to wait, keeping quiet as Dean finally got the car straight in his lane once more and his cursing stopped. The older hunter glanced over his shoulder and glared furiously at Spencer. "Dammit, don't do that!" he snarled.

Spencer tipped his head to the side and looked at him curiously before turning to look at Sam, who seemed to be battling back a smile. "Is he always this twitchy?" He asked, gesturing at Dean with his thumb.

"Pretty much." Sam said, grinning.

At the same time, Dean was loudly growling out "I am not twitchy!" He shot a scowl at Spencer through the rearview mirror. "It's not exactly normal to have random freaking people appearing in the backseat of my car!"

"Do you not let your boyfriend ride in the car?" Spencer asked as innocently as he could manage. "That's pretty rude, Winchester. I thought better of you."

It was rather satisfying to watch the way that Dean's cheeks heated and he started to sputter and stammer. "What? Dude, no, he's not…Cas isn't my boyfriend!"

Smile stretching wide, Spencer raised both eyebrows. "I never said who I was talking about. Funny, though, that you immediately assumed I meant Castiel." He watched as Dean's blush grew deeper and it made him laugh.

The situation was saved from progressing any further by Sam playing peacemaker. He twisted in his seat enough to look at Spencer and firmly brought their conversation on topic. "I appreciate you coming, Spencer. This whole case has been strange from start to finish. I think having a different perspective might really help us out."

"Why don't you tell me what's going on." Spencer suggested.

For the next fifteen minutes, the brothers took turns catching him up on what was going on in this town. They told him about the first body that had brought them here, a young girl who had been babysitting when she apparently scratched her own brains out. "And, get this—the kid she was babysitting had put itching powder on her hairbrush." Dean added in. Spencer bit back the urge to explain that there was no way itching powder could make someone scratch that badly. This wasn't a typical case, it was supernatural, and that meant that not all the regular rules applied. So he held his tongue and listened as they told him about the next victim, a man who had been electrocuted by a joy buzzer, and about the man who had been attacked by the tooth fairy.

"The tooth fairy?" Spencer couldn't help it, he gaped a little at that.

Dean snorted out a laugh. "Yep. Guy lost all his teeth to Jim Belushi in a tutu."

That was definitely one that Spencer had never heard before. From there, the boys told him about all the people that they'd found at the hospital. Kids with stomach ulcers from mixing pop rocks and coke, a guy whose face 'froze that way'. Neither brother would give Spencer an example of what that meant, but considering that the last person who made the face was left with it frozen, he didn't press the point. Next, they told him about finding the 'center of weird', as Dean put it, and going to the house to find a boy there who seemed to be at the core of this all. How it seemed as if reality was shaping itself to the boy's will. What he believed, happened. He believed that pop rocks and coke put you in the hospital and a few kids ended up there with stomach ulcers. Dean convinced him the joy buzzer was safe and it was no longer dangerous when he pressed it against his brother. Sam scowled at him as he was reminded of that.

A bit of research had discovered that the boy, Jesse, was adopted, and they were on their way now to speak with his birth mother, who Sam said had gone to great pains to try and keep herself hidden. Spencer didn't bother asking how they'd found her if she was supposed to be hidden. Working with a hacker for years now had left him with the motto that sometimes it was better to just not ask where information came from.

"Does any of this make any sense to you?" Sam finally asked as they wrapped up their story. "Cause we've never seen anything like this."

There was something teasing at the back of Spencer's mind, a half formed thought that he wasn't quite sure he wanted to listen to or not. If he was wrong, he didn't want to get everyone worked up over nothing. "I'm not sure yet. Let's speak with this woman first."

That niggling thought in the back of Spencer's mind was no longer able to be ignored by the time they left the woman's house. It wasn't just a thought anymore, either. There was no doubt in Spencer's mind what they were dealing with here. He'd known from the minute the woman reacted to their presence by bolting and then flinging salt at them like they were demons. From that instant, Spencer had known deep inside where it was all going to go. It'd only been confirmed when she told them her story—a story of possession and pregnancy. She told them of the nine months she'd carried both the demon and that little boy inside of her, and of the labor where she finally got enough control of her body to swallow down salt and expel the demon from her. Then she told them of putting that little baby up for adoption.

Though Spencer could understand why she'd done it, he'd still had to fight back his temper at hearing her say it. It wasn't Jesse's fault that he'd been born! How was it fair that he had to be the one to suffer? His mother had cast him aside, afraid of his very existence, and he'd been fostered off onto a family who had no idea about the truth of the child that was living with them. There'd been no one there to help Jesse, no one to tell him that the strange things that happened around him were okay. Spencer had no idea how his life would've turned out without his mother's love and acceptance and his true father's love and support. Even if he hadn't known that the presence in his dreams was real and was his actual father, he'd still learned from him, taken comfort from him. Sometimes he'd been the only thing that had kept Spencer going. How would he have turned out if none of that had been there? Granted, Spencer knew the two situations were different. He was half angel and Jesse—Jesse was half demon. But what was in his blood didn't make him inherently bad, just as what was in Spencer didn't make him inherently good. They were both capable of going either way. It was a choice.

"Is it possible?" Dean asked the minute they were outside. "Is that kid really the spawn of a demon and a human?"

The word 'spawn' had Spencer giving a minute flinch. Still, he nodded. "Yes."

Dean swore under his breath. "I'm calling Cas." He said firmly.

Before he could grab his phone, Spencer reached out and caught his arm, forcibly stopping him. He held steady as Dean's eyes snapped up to him. "Dude, let go." Dean said in a low, warning voice.

"Think about this first, Winchester." Spencer kept a careful hold on him, making sure Dean stayed where he was and listened to him before he did anything else. "Are you sure calling in an angel is the best plan here? I can almost guarantee you that he's not going to react well to this. Take it from another half-breed; angels don't take well to what they consider abominations, and that boy? That's exactly what they're going to think of him. Are you willing to have his death on your conscience?"

Dean jerked his arm free from Spencer's hold. "Cas isn't gonna kill him." He insisted. Marching away, he deliberately pulled out his cell phone and sent off a text. Spencer watched him go with a shake of his head. "I hope you're right, Winchester. I really hope you're right."

Spencer sensed Castiel's presence the minute they pulled into the parking lot of the motel. It set him almost immediately on edge. A knot built low in his stomach and his chest tightened a little. Talking about telling Castiel about his existence had been one thing; to know that he was going to walk into that motel room and actually be face to face with an angel, even if they weren't telling him yet, well, it was enough to have him feeling like he might just throw up what little lunch he'd eaten earlier. Spencer fought to hide the slight tremble to his hand when he opened the car door and climbed out.

Neither Sam nor Dean seemed to notice anything off with Spencer. They walked ahead of him, discussing what they were going to do, what might be done, not knowing that the angel was waiting ahead. Spencer shamelessly hung back and let himself halfway hide behind Dean as Sam opened up the motel room door and stepped inside. He sort of hunched in on himself, ducking his head down just a little, and stuck just a bit behind Dean. Enough that Castiel actually didn't notice him at first.

When the brothers saw him, Dean seemed to relax a little while Sam actually tensed up ever so slightly. It wasn't that noticeable, nor was the flicker of his eyes in Spencer's direction. All of it happened in a flash before vanishing and leaving Sam looking as calm as he had before. He strolled over to the little table, file in hand. "I take it you got our message." He said as he sat down.

Spencer quietly shut the door behind him, trying to ignore it as Castiel's eyes flickered his way. To his surprise it was Dean who waved a hand, simply saying "He's with us." That seemed to be that. Castiel nodded and put his attention back on the brothers. "It's lucky you found the boy.

"Oh, yeah, real lucky. What do we do with him?" Dean said sarcastically.

The answer they got was exactly the one that Spencer had known they'd get. The one that Dean had sworn wouldn't happen. "Kill him." Castiel said.

Sam paused in the middle of loosening his tie to stare at the angel. He'd been the one more open to Spencer's words before, yet even he still looked shocked by it. Dean looked like he'd been struck. After his quick defense of Castiel earlier, this had to be like a real blow to him. "Cas…"

"This child is half demon and half human, but it's far more powerful than either. Other cultures call this hybrid cambion or katako. You know him as the antichrist." Castiel explained. He moved forward and sat down in the chair opposite Sam, and Spencer was stunned completely as a very loud far sound filled the air. Castiel shifted position and the noise grew louder.

There was a half a second of stunned shock on Spencer's part and then it all clicked and he leaned against the wall, trying not to laugh. The urge to laugh only grew at the look of consternation on Castiel's face as he told them "That wasn't me" and then proceeded to pull out a whoopee cushion from underneath him. He looked so lost, so flustered by the pink object that he held, and Dean was absolutely horrible at his innocent face as he tried to play it off, saying "Who put that there?" It was all too much and Spencer couldn't help it. Wrapping an arm around his waist, his delighted laughter echoed around the room. Dean had just pranked an Angel of the Lord with a freaking whoopee cushion.

"All right there, chuckles." Dean said, looking over at Spencer and shaking his head. He looked just a little bit proud, though, a hint of smugness in his eyes, and Spencer flashed him a wide grin and a tip of the head in kudos while he tried to get his laughter back under control. Spencer had always appreciated a good prank, as Derek had learned on more than one occasion when trying to get him. Caltech had been full of them.

Sam was the one who brought them back on topic. The way he did it, only rolling his eyes at the two of them, suggested that he was probably rather used to playing this role, though usually it would be just Dean that he had to deal with. "Anyway, I don't get it. Jesse is the devil's son?"

Sighing, Castiel shook his head. "No, of course not. Your Bible gets more wrong than it does right. The antichrist is not Lucifer's child. It's just demon spawn. But it is one of the devil's greatest weapons in the war against heaven."

"Well, if Jesse's a demonic howitzer, then what the hell's he doing in Nebraska?" Dean asked.

"They lost him. "Spencer spoke up. All signs of his earlier laughter were gone and his face was serious once more. Stepping forward, he looked to the brothers. "It's the only thing that makes any sense. They've lost him and they're trying to find him again."

Dean looked a little skeptical of that. "And they lost him because?"

"Because of the child's power." Castiel said, shooting a hooded look Spencer's direction. "It hides him from both angels and demons. For now."

"So he's got, like, a force field around him. Well, that's great. Problem solved."

If only it were that simple. Spencer shook his head, but Castiel beat him to answering this time. "With Lucifer risen, this child grows strong. Soon, he will do more than just make a few toys come to life—something that will draw the demons to him. The demons will find this child. Lucifer will twist this boy to his purpose. And then, with a word, this child will destroy the Host of Heaven."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa." Dean held a hand up. "Wait. You're saying that—that Jesse's gonna nuke the angels?"

"No." Spencer snapped out at the same time that Castiel said "We cannot allow that to happen."

Spencer's face hardened and he glared at the angel. "It's not going to happen. Jesse is a child. He's not going to go murdering angels."

"Wait." Sam interjected, breaking them up and drawing attention to him. He rose to his feet, eyes darting from one person to the next, finally settling on Castiel again. "We're the good guys. We—we don't just—kill children."

Castiel rose as well to face Sam across the table. "A year ago, you would have done whatever it took to win this war."

"Things change." Sam said firmly.

Stepping forward, Dean put a hand on Sam's arm just enough to gesture him back. He stepped between the two as Sam turned and moved towards the window. "Okay. Hey, look, we are not going to kill him. All right? But we can't leave Jesse here either. We know that. So...we take him to Bobby's. He'll know what to do."

"You'll kidnap him?" Castiel asked. His expression clearly showed just how idiotic he found the idea. "What is going on in this town, it's what happens when this thing is happy. You cannot imagine what it will do if it's angry. Besides, how will you hold him? With a thought, he could be halfway around the world."

"So we—"

"We tell him the truth." Spencer said. It was the smart plan here, the only plan. He would not stand idly by while a child was killed simply for being different. For being a half-breed.

The only person in the room to latch onto the idea was Sam. He stepped forward again, eager once more. "He's right. We tell him the truth. You say Jesse's destined to go dark side—fine. But he hasn't yet. So if we lay it all out for him—what he is, the apocalypse, everything—he might make the right choice."

A silence fell over the room. Something crossed the angel's face that had Spencer shifting ever so slightly in Sam's direction, concern for his charge welling up in him. But Castiel simply leaned in, eyes locked on Sam's. "You didn't." He said harshly, the words seeming to echo around them. "And I can't take that chance."

They held their stare for a beat longer and then Castiel was gone.

One hour later, Spencer was beginning to almost regret actually answering Sam's prayer earlier. This night definitely hadn't gone how he'd expected it to. On the plus side, Jesse was alive. Castiel hadn't managed to kill him at all. On the negative side, they had absolutely no idea where the boy had gone and his powers made sure they wouldn't be able to find him unless he wanted to be found. They had almost gotten through to him, too! But so much had happened tonight. Was it any wonder the boy ran? First Castiel showing up to try and kill him, then Dean, Sam, and Spencer barging in, and then the demon showing up possessing his biological mother. It had been a mess from start to finish made worse by the fact that Spencer hadn't dared to use his powers in any way that could've given him away.

Sam had warned him before they arrived that he should act as human as possible, at least until they had a chance to talk to Castiel and calm him down, and Dean had surprisingly and reluctantly agreed. Spencer had agreed just as reluctantly. But the reasoning hadn't been as easy to remember when the demon showed up and was pinning them—well, pinning the boys, her power didn't work against Spencer but he'd long ago perfect the ability to pretend that it did—against the wall.

The demon was gone now, forced out of its meatsuit by Jesse, and the boy was gone as well, having run to protect his parents, though he'd made sure to put everything to rights before he left. Now the two hunters and their respective angels were making their way back to the motel. As they all climbed into the back of the Impala, Spencer was keenly aware of the hooded looks that Castiel kept sending his way and he had to resist the urge to fly away from that heavy gaze. He didn't think that he'd done anything back there that Castiel would've been able to notice. Sure, he'd come close a time or two, ready to intervene if necessary when the demon was hurting the boys, but any of the little things that he'd done to help out had been just that—little. He hadn't thought they'd been something visible. Plus, had Castiel even been able to see anything? He'd been a little toy figurine at the time!

He knew something, though. That much was apparent. It didn't become clear just how much until they were back at the hotel. Spencer had to give him credit for that. Castiel didn't try to start anything in the car. He waited until they were back in the motel room to strike. He was smart about it, too. His grace was calm, betraying nothing until it was too late. One moment Spencer was walking into the motel room directly behind Dean and the next moment he was pinned against the wall with a hand around his neck and what he felt pretty sure was an angel blade poking dangerously against his ribs in the perfect position to slide up and pierce his heart. Sharp blue eyes, so startlingly bright, were only inches from his own, and that gravel deep voice growled at him "What are you?"

Smart angel. Not who—what. He knew Spencer wasn't human. Or, wasn't just human. But he didn't know yet what he was.

"Cas!" Dean's shout cut between them and then the hunter was right there, a hand on Castiel's arm like he thought he could somehow pull the angel back. Of course, it did nothing. He didn't have the strength to move an angel if that angel didn't want to be moved. It didn't stop him, though. He kept his hand there. "Cas, put the kid down. He's…" He paused, eyes flashing to Spencer, and then almost reluctantly, like the words were pulled from him, he said "He's safe. He's not gonna hurt us."

"He is not human." Castiel said slowly. His hands never moved and his gaze never wavered. "I will only repeat myself once more. What are you?"

Here it was, the moment that Spencer had known was coming. The one that was more terrifying than any of his other reveals so far. The others could've gotten angry, attempted to kill him, or turned him in to the angels. Castiel? He could kill Spencer here and now or he could take him to Heaven and hand him over to his superiors for Spencer to be detained and interrogated as they tried to find out just who was responsible for siring him. This was a huge risk and he was trusting Dean and Sam's promise that Castiel wouldn't actually kill him. They were so sure about it; he had to believe they were right. Even if Dean had been wrong when he'd insisted that Castiel wouldn't kill the boy, he had to hope that he was right about this. Spencer took a deep breath and then did what could possibly end up being the stupidest thing he'd ever done. His lips curved into a smirk that hid his fear and he drawled out, in flawless Enochian, "Hello, Uncle."

The wide blue eyes went impossibly wider for one brief second before narrowing on him. They flashed with a hint of the grace inside. "Nephilim." The word was spat out like something dirty that left a foul taste in his mouth. Spencer tried not to let that hurt.

This was started, now. There was no stopping it. "I'm not here to cause trouble." Spencer said carefully, keenly aware of the strength in the hand that was still pressed against his throat.

From somewhere off to the side Spencer could hear footsteps and then Sam's deep voice, close enough that he knew he had to be standing right behind Dean. "He's been helping us, Cas. He's not a threat."

The blade at Spencer's ribs pressed forward just the slightest bit and Spencer decided that enough was enough. There was risk and then there was suicide. He wasn't suicidal. With a flare of grace, he held Castiel tight, preventing him from moving just long enough for Spencer to take flight, vanishing from the wall and appearing again on the other side of the room. The minute he touched ground, he released his hold on the angel. Castiel had damn good reflexes. He twisted almost immediately and flowed into a defensive posture, his blade still held free. Dean and Sam reacted more comically. They both looked around with surprise before they spun and followed Castiel's gaze. It warmed something in Spencer to see Sam immediately step forward in an obvious effort to place himself between them, yet at the same time he had to resist the urge to move his charge out of the line of fire. It was his job to protect Sam, not the other way around. "Everybody just calm down." The tall hunter said firmly.

Dean focused his attention on Castiel. "Cas, man, put the blade away and listen to us."

"You have no idea what he is." Castiel said. He was straightening up, though, no longer actively looking like he was going to try to jump across the room and stab Spencer. All at a single growled out command—not even a request, a command—from Dean Winchester. That was a little tidbit that Spencer filed away for later. For now, he focused on more important things, like the angel that was watching him like he was some nuke that had the potential to go off. Those sharp eyes of his moved over to Dean. "He is a nephilim, Dean, and they are forbidden. You have no idea what you're dealing with here. This creature is dangerous."

Sam moved just a little closer to Spencer and he straightened up to his rather impressive height. "He's not dangerous to us. He's my friend." He answered Castiel, voice firm, and Spencer warmed just the slightest bit at Sam's honest defense of him. It eased some of the sting of Castiel's reaction.

"Your friend." Castiel sounded dubious. His eyes flickered over to Sam, sharp and cutting. "Do you have any idea what your friend is capable of? You thought Jesse was powerful? He was a child. This being is an adult. You have no idea what it is capable of."

The word 'it' had Spencer flinching. No matter that he'd expected it; it didn't make it any easier hearing it. Seeing his flinch, Sam took another step, this time putting himself more firmly in front of Spencer and glaring at Castiel. "He's a person." Sam said sharply, emphasizing the 'he'. "And he's not a threat to us, Cas. He's been helping us."

Before Sam could even finish his sentence, Castiel was shaking his head. "Not a threat? It is as I told you with the boy. Half of each, yet far more powerful than either. Grown into adulthood like this, with the strength and training to hide himself for so many years, you have no idea what he is capable of if he puts his mind to it. You saw the strength that Jesse possessed and he was but a child. Imagine that kind of power with years to grow and to train."

"But Jesse was half demon." Dean pointed out. "I mean, half angel, half demon, you'd think there'd be a pretty big difference between the two."

"The principal is still the same. The only difference is that Jesse's powers were demonic in nature while his are angelic."

"So shouldn't we be recruiting him instead of trying to kill him?" Sam asked.

That earned him a scathing look from Castiel that had Spencer taking a small, protective step towards Sam. "How well did that work with the child?"

This time it was Dean who stepped forward. He reached out this time, putting his hand on Castiel's shoulder. "Dude, you said it—Jesse's a child. But Spencer here is a grown up, fully capable of making his own choices and understanding what we're up against."

"And if he chooses against us?" Castiel countered. "What then? Do you want to put a weapon of that strength in Lucifer's hands?"

For most of this conversation, Spencer had been content to let them talk. He kind of figured that it would go a bit smoother if he let them work it out amongst themselves. Besides which, he could admit that it was sort of interesting to watch. Sam and Dean seemed to have this strange sort of connection or something between them; somehow, they traded the conversation back and forth smoothly, each making their own points, never missing a beat when the other one took over. In this moment, they were working in tandem, tag-teaming the conversation, and Spencer was both fascinated and impressed. But he could only stay quiet for so long. Especially when being accused of potentially siding with Lucifer. "I have no plans to help Lucifer."

"You would claim the same either way." Castiel pointed out.

"I mean these boys no harm, Castiel." The Enochian words slid easily past Spencer's lips. He used that language intentionally, not only making their words private but giving them more weight as well. It wasn't impossible to lie in any language, but it was much harder to do in Enochian. Words were more binding when spoken that way. A vow made in Enochian, with just a bit of grace behind them, held power. It was the best and only way that Spencer could think of to convince Castiel of his sincerity and something told him that making the angel understand he was on the Winchesters' side was the quickest way to get him to stand down. Spencer drew in a breath and let a bit of his grace seep into his words, a hint of his true voice ringing behind them at a low enough level that it didn't harm the humans in the room. "Samuel Winchester is my charge and I will do anything in my power to keep him safe and help him in his fight against Lucifer, or die in the attempt. By my word and on my grace."

The power of those words was undeniable. Castiel's eyes widened in surprise at hearing them. His grace reached out and Spencer held still, allowing the touch though he couldn't help but be afraid. Castiel couldn't kill him like this but he could choose to strike and cause damage. Yet trust had to begin somewhere. Feeling the grace of someone that wasn't family was a strange and yet wondrous thing for Spencer. He let the warmth of the brief connection wash over him. Thoughts and feelings flowed back and forth between them.

When they pulled apart, a hint of that connection remained, a silent acknowledgement of family. Spencer looked into those bright blue eyes and smiled when he saw the anger and mistrust were gone. All else aside, sharing grace that way hadn't let Castiel see anything too deep, but it had let him see that Spencer meant them no ill will. That he was, in fact, just as devoted to their cause. It wasn't much, wasn't even friendship, but it was a start.

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