By the time he and Gabriel left Spencer's room, the fledgling felt just the slightest bit more relaxed. The archangel had one arm and three wings around Spencer as they walked, which definitely might've had something to do with his relaxation. It was hard to feel stressed under the safety of Gabriel's wings. They made him feel safe in a way that nothing in his life ever had before. As he walked, Spencer let his fingers brush against the soft feathers over and over in a touch that soothed him down even more. It was a nice, steady reminder that he wasn't alone.
They'd only made it two doors down when suddenly the door directly to the right of them opened. Spencer looked up in surprise to see – Derek. Derek came walking out of the room. A room that, from the brief look Spencer got, held Derek's bag in it. He'd chosen this hall? This one, instead of the other one? When he'd slipped away earlier he'd been sure that Derek was going to stick near the Winchesters. How had he ended up here, just doors down from Spencer?
His thoughts must've been visible on his face. His friend chuckled and flashed him that grin of his that rarely failed to make people smile back at him. "What?" With one hand he reached out and snagged the door, pulling it shut behind him. "Don't look so surprised, Reid. I told you before, I came out here for you. Did you really think I wasn't gonna stick close?"
Color warmed Spencer's cheeks. He was saved from having to say anything by the sound of another door opening up nearby. This time, it was Anna. This time Spencer knew his shock was obvious. Gabriel's wings pressed in soothingly around him in response to what he was feeling from him.
She looked down at them and a smile touched her lips. So often she looked so serious that it was nice to see that smile come out. She didn't come towards them, but stood at attention as she waited for them to come to her. When they got close, she gave Gabriel a respectful nod and then focused her attention right on Spencer. "I hope you don't mind that I chose a room here." She gestured behind her with one hand to indicate the bedroom that sat right by the opening of their hallway.
The nervous way she watched him, as well as the slight shuffle to her wings, had him hurrying to reassure her. "Not at all." He was surprised by it, yes, but not bothered. There were plenty enough rooms for them all. Why had these two chosen to come here instead of with the others? Spencer had come to hide, to be far away from everyone. But why were Anna and Derek here away from everyone else?
His reassurance had Anna's wings and body relaxing. Well, at least a little. She still held that same military-like bearing to her that sort of threw Spencer a little. It reminded him that she was more than just human – she was an angel, a soldier. Most of the time Anna came off as human. Growing up as a human had helped her to understand and mimic them better than most angels. She was almost as good at it as Gabriel could be. But sometimes the angel in her showed through. In that moment, Spencer clearly saw the soldier in her as she straightened herself up and nodded. "I'm glad you chose the end room. No one will get past me to get to you but it's smarter to keep you in the most defensible position possible."
Everything clicked in that moment for Spencer. Realizing that she'd picked that room because she was playing some sort of guard only served to fluster Spencer even more. He could protest, he knew. Just as he knew that it would fall on deaf ears. More and more it was becoming clear just how serious Anna had been when she'd pledged herself to him and it was something that even Spencer had come to see he couldn't take lightly, nor should he. Not without dishonoring her in a way he wasn't okay with doing. So instead of the protests or insistence that he would be fine that he wanted to say, he just nodded his head in silent approval. He watched as her wings fluffed up a little in a gesture he thought must be pride. Next to him, Gabriel stroked a hand over his back. He felt it as his guardian's grace brushed over him in approval.
Ignoring the fact that he'd apparently just gained himself quite the bodyguard – one whom he had a feeling was the type to take security very seriously – Spencer focused instead on the reasons he and Gabriel had originally come out of the room. Seeing Derek and Anna let him know that they'd settled in. Now it was time to go and check on everyone else and maybe take a bit to explore this place. Honestly, Spencer was surprised that Gabriel had left Sam and the others alone. Wasn't he afraid of what they might find here on their own? As much as Spencer had been teased that he attracted trouble to him, those two seemed to do it even better.
The trickster at his side let out a low laugh. "Oh, you've got no idea." He said in response to Spencer's thoughts, telling the young fledgling that he wasn't shielding as well as he'd thought he was. At least, not from Gabriel. Chuckling, Gabriel lifted his top wing and used it to ruffle Spencer's hair. "Chill out, kiddo. It's just me. Apparently I've got a VIP access pass past your basic shields. Lucky you." That last bit was said with a grin and an eyebrow wiggle, making Derek chuckle and Anna shake her head. But Spencer saw the happiness underneath that. He felt it in Gabriel's grace; happiness and pride that Spencer trusted him this much.
"That's gonna take some getting used to." Derek said suddenly, his eyes drifting over the two of them.
Color flooded Spencer's cheeks. He could only imagine how much of this was strange for his friend. Gabriel, however, grinned at the profiler and shamelessly said "Might as well get used to it. It'll happen a lot – especially until you get a few lessons from my baby bird here on how to shield your mind." He dropped that little bomb and Spencer watched as Derek's eyes went wide with realization. Gabriel chuckled merrily. "You've got a rather inventive mind there, Agent Morgan. Violent, but inventive. I like it. We should talk later once the kiddos are all in bed."
The idea of those two talking – and plotting – wasn't a pleasant one. The amount of trouble they could get into together was just slightly terrifying. "Absolutely not." Spencer said immediately.
Anna laughed at the horrified look on Spencer's face. The grin that Gabriel wore turned just a bit more devilish in a way that Spencer knew meant trouble. Before he could say or do anything to embarrass Spencer further – and that list was endless – the young fledgling took a hold of some feathers and used his grip on those as well as the arm he had around Gabriel's shoulders to try and tug the archangel forward. "Weren't we going to go find the others?"
They were all still laughing at him as they made their way back to the main room. Spencer was blushing bright red and it didn't get any better when he saw who was out there waiting. It wasn't just Sam and Dean – Castiel, Michael, Raphael, and Lucifer were all there. Apparently everyone had decided to come back.
One sharp look from Spencer silenced any questions they all might've had. "Don't ask."
There were a few smiles, some looks of confusion, and open amusement was written on Dean's face. The older Winchester held his hands up on either side in an 'I'm unarmed and innocent' pose that fooled no one. Luckily, he didn't get the chance to say anything. Michael spoke before he could. "Now that we're all here." He looked at Gabriel with a silent disapproval in his eyes that had absolutely no effect on the trickster whatsoever. Then he focused back on the group at large. "It is time we start making plans. Enough time has been wasted – we cannot afford to lose any more."
Spencer didn't miss the rebuke in that. He flinched ever so slightly, and he knew Gabriel felt it. His guardian gave him a gentle squeeze with both arm and wings in a silent reminder that everything was fine. The way that helped soothe him didn't escape Spencer's notice. He was starting to take note of some things that had apparently just become normal for him lately. The way that he and Gabriel touched, how often they touched with bodies, grace, or wings, and how those touches helped to relax him. Spencer had grown so used to them, they'd rarely registered with him. But his trip to Derek's and their small time apart had brought some of them to light. Being without those things had helped him notice them now that he was back.
That was something he would have to think about later, though. With Michael leading the way, everyone moved out of the entry room – which was set up more like a war room really, with that giant map table and all the other machines strewn around - and up towards the library that Spencer had been eying earlier.
The main library area – where Spencer could easily see himself losing hours upon hours with all these books – was a few steps up from the entry room. There were three long wooden tables set up in there, broken up from one another so that each table could seat four, with the two on the ends able to seat five. That was where Michael headed to. He led the way up to the tables and then very deliberately, though most likely a bit unconsciously, he took one of the end chairs that clearly put him at the head.
Beside him came a low scoff from Gabriel. "Idiot." He grumbled. At the same time, he went a whisper soft thought to Spencer, shielded so that only he could hear it. I know you don't want to do the whole leader thing here, Sparrow, but Michael's playing a political game we can't let him win. We do and he's gonna steamroll over us all. That's just how he is. He's acting like he's the general here, taking the head seat as he looks at his troops. We gotta show him that's not what's going on.
Politics. Ugh. Spencer understood why Emily had always said that she hated politics. But hating them wasn't going to make the need for them go away. Spencer had understood what was going on even without Gabriel's explanation. He also knew the simplest and easiest move for him to do. Instead of going to sit close, as Michael obviously hoped they all would, Spencer straightened his spine and walked right past Michael, down the line of tables, and he didn't stop until he reached the other end. There, he pulled the chair back, trying to force his body and wings to be as casual as possible as he sat himself down. It was his wings that were difficult. He hadn't learned the control that Gabriel had which would allow him to keep his emotions hidden out of his wings. So, as he sat down and crossed one leg over the other, his eyes lifting to focus calmly on Michael, he drew in a breath to steady himself and then drew in his wings until they were hidden just as Gabriel had taught him to do.
It was something he knew the other archangels hated to see. They hated seeing how one could hide their angelic self; it was a reminder to them of how well Gabriel had hidden himself from them.
Gabriel took the seat to Spencer's right, dropping down into the chair with his usual care for things. It wasn't any real surprise that Sam took the seat next to him, or that Dean took the seat at the next table that put him closest to Sam. Naturally, Castiel took the next seat on Dean's other side. That left two empty seats along the right hand side of the tables before it reached Michael at the end. On Spencer's left sat Derek, who he'd known would stick close to him, and Anna placed herself on Derek's other side. The seat next to her was empty, but Lucifer took the seat after that, leaving another empty seat between him and Raphael, who was sitting at Michael's right.
The lines on Michael's face tightened and his wings flared out ever so slightly in what even Spencer could recognize as an aborted dominance display. This was a being who was used to being in charge. He was used to being second only to their Father in the chain of command. It had to grate against his very grace to stand down and let a fledgling even hint at acting like he might be in charge. At a better time, Spencer might've felt sorry for him. But right now he just didn't have the time for that. He didn't have the time for any of these games really. This was a giant war that was coming their way and there was no room for ego here. They had to work together or else risk losing everything.
"Well, we're all here." Lucifer said, his dry voice breaking the silence that had fallen over the table. He was leaning back in his chair and had kicked his legs up on the table, crossing them at the ankles. He looked both relaxed and a little bit bored. "Now what?"
It wasn't Spencer or Michael who answered that – it was Sam. "Now I think it's time we stopped hiding things from each other." He folded his arms and rested them on the table, allowing him to look around at everyone. "If we're going to fight off whatever this thing is, we all need to know what it is we're up against. That means no more secrets. No more keeping things from us," he slanted a look towards Gabriel at that.
The trickster held his hands up but said nothing else. He sat back in his seat and twisted so that he could face everyone better, still keeping an eye on Spencer. Because of that, he saw first as Spencer shook his head. No one else had noticed Spencer's disagreement until the fledgling started to speak. "I don't think we need to share everything." He agreed with the sentiment behind what Sam was saying, but not the application of it.
"What?" Dean asked. He twisted in his seat so he could look down at Spencer with surprise.
The fledgling shrugged one shoulder and tried not to fidget in his seat. He'd thought about this and it was a decision he was quite firm on. "I agree that we need to share facts, but we don't need to share everything. Whatever prophecy the four of you heard," He gestured with one hand towards the four archangels in the room, "is probably better left with the four of you. If this is something we're prophesized to do, hearing what exactly was said isn't going to aid us in our fight. All it's going to do is cloud our judgment and narrow our vision down to the certain aspects that are mentioned in it. In doing so, we'll likely miss other things that might be equally as important."
Beside him, Derek raised his eyebrows, looking just a little impressed. "That actually makes sense."
Spencer narrowed his gaze on his friend. Why did he have to sound so surprised by that?
Someone else agreed with him and it was someone that Spencer honestly hadn't expected. "He's right." Raphael said, his voice reluctant, like he wasn't quite sure he wanted to be agreeing with him. He cast a look over at Michael and then back at everyone else. "There are instances in history that show that foreknowledge isn't always the best. We four were the only ones to hear the prophecy. Maybe it's best it stays that way, at least on some of it."
"It's better to deal in facts than in all these things that 'might be'." Spencer said. That was a motto that he'd lived his life by. It was how he dealt with everything. The more facts, the better. With enough facts he could solve almost anything. All the 'might be' and 'maybe' and other things, those would only cloud his thinking, make him wonder and worry about this or that. They'd keep him from focusing on the real problem. That was the last thing that any of them needed right now. Besides which, to himself at least he could admit that he didn't want to hear anything more. What they'd told him was bad enough. He didn't want to have to hear if there was anything else in there that he was expected to do. Already the weight of this on his shoulders was almost too much.
The way that Gabriel was looking at him made it clear he'd either heard those thoughts or he knew Spencer well enough to guess what he was thinking. It was a tossup between the two. But whatever it was, the trickster was proving once again that he had Spencer's back in this, no matter what. "So we focus on what we're up against, then, and how to stop it. The little prophet didn't exactly give us the details." Leaning back in his chair, Gabriel slid down just a little until he was more lounging, looking every inch the relaxed and amused trickster that he was even with the seriousness of the conversation around him and the things he was saying.
"Typical." Dean said. He rolled his eyes and drummed his fingers on the table in a way that Spencer recognized. Without really giving it much thought, the fledgling snapped his fingers, not even really noticing how little concentration it took compared to how much he'd used to have to focus to do this. In front of everyone appeared different drinks. Beer for Derek, Dean, and Sam, coffee for himself and Castiel, and a cocktail each for Gabriel, Anna, and Lucifer. After a brief thought, Spencer snapped again and gave two more coffees to the other two archangels.
It was just a little amusing to see the dubious way that Lucifer looked down at his bright red drink. He wasn't the only one amused by it either. Gabriel let out a laugh that was pure little brother amusement, like Sam often let out when Dean was flustered by something. "Calm down, bro. It's not gonna bite." Gabriel teased him. He picked up his own glass and took a sip. "Mm. You're getting better at this, little bird."
Ignoring Gabriel, Spencer looked over at Lucifer. "You don't have to drink it." Spencer told him. Blue eyes flashed up towards him and Spencer found himself fighting a blush, though he didn't know why. He was grateful his wings were hidden from view because he could feel them fluttering behind him. Clearing his throat, he shrugged one shoulder like it was no big deal, dropping his eyes down to his mug. "I just thought you might like one, that's all."
Down at the far end of the table Michael scowled at them. "Can we focus here, please? We need to be making a plan, not discussing human drink choices."
His tone made it clear just how annoyed he was getting with them all, but Spencer was still grateful for the way it pulled everyone's eyes off of him. "Do we have any idea about any sort of time frame?" Dean asked. He'd reached out for both his and Sam's bottles and opened them both before handing his brother's over to him. His eyes ran around the table, over each of the archangels. They were the ones who had the most information at the moment.
Those four exchanged looks before each one of them shook their head. "Nothing in there said when it was coming." Michael said. His eyes traveled down to Spencer and locked there with a focus that made the fledgling want to shiver. "But Spencer's presence means that it's coming. However, I feel safe in saying that its arrival has not yet come. All of us would feel the presence of something that evil walking the earth. That means that we have time. It may not be much, but it's better than none." The oldest of all the archangels straightened himself up and Spencer watched as the wings behind him lifted up high and proud. For a moment, this was very much the general of Heaven, God's Warrior, and he was addressing his troops, trying to prepare them for war. There was something in his posture, his tone, that had the angels at the table responding. Even Gabriel. The only one who held himself as he was, who kept in the same position and didn't suddenly turn on alert, was Spencer.
"We need to get as ready as we possibly can." Michael told them all. "This isn't going to be a simple battle. This going to be war, unlike anything we have ever seen. What is coming is pure darkness – pure evil. It is the opposite of everything our Father is. If we want to have any hope of winning, we are going to need to work together and train harder than we've ever trained before."
Something in the way he spoke, the way he looked around, made it clear that Michael was addressing the angels at the table – Spencer included – and not the humans. Spencer wasn't the only one to notice it, either. He saw Derek's eyebrows go up, and Sam shifted just enough that his hand brushed against his brother's arm in a touch that probably looked casual to those that didn't know them. A quick flash of eyes as the two locked gazes and then Spencer could see as Dean deflated just the slightest bit. When he spoke, his voice didn't carry the sharp edge it probably would've seconds ago, but it was firm, and there was no denying that he was going to be heard whether Michael liked it or not. "We'll bump up our training and see about getting our new recruit up to hunting standards, too." He gestured towards Derek with that.
It was no surprise to Spencer to see Derek grin. Even though this whole situation had to be throwing him for one hell of a loop – and Spencer knew they'd be talking later, helping Derek process all this – the man was generally pretty good at rolling with the punches and he always did enjoy a good fight. It was why he'd trained in so many different fighting styles and weapons. "Sounds like fun."
Dean smirked back at him. "We'll see if you say that in a few days, rookie."
Oh, those two were either going to end up mortal enemies, or the best of friends. Spencer was kind of scared to find out which one.
"We'll need to work on gathering allies." Anna said, speaking up for the first time. She'd remained calm throughout the meeting so far, though she'd tensed just briefly with Michael's words. It didn't escape anyone's notice that she didn't direct her words to Michael, either. Though she glanced briefly at him, she turned her eyes and even her body towards Spencer, making a very loud statement on who she was addressing. Who she considered in charge.
Sometimes, Spencer wished he hadn't studied so much about body language. He didn't always get things in the normal, social context, but in charged situations like this one the profiler in him went into overdrive and he always found himself analyzing every single move. It helped him to see things clearly that he might have otherwise missed. That meant all the subtle cues – the way that Anna turned towards him, how Michael's wings twitched at it, how the people sat around the table, the way that Castiel tilted himself to look at Spencer while still keeping himself protectively between Michael and Dean – weren't missed.
There were a few nods of agreement around the table. "She's right." Gabriel agreed easily. "Like Mikey said – this war is huge. It's gonna take more than some angels and a few humans."
"There's no telling just how far a reach this darkness is going to have." Lucifer chimed in. He sounded almost bored, his body and tone reflecting a laziness that Spencer thought – though he wasn't quite sure – was faked. "We don't know what kind of effect it's going to have on things."
In the back of Spencer's mind came the flashes of his dreams. The darkness, so thick it was like a living thing around him, a fog that carried a heaviness that seemed to try and reach and claw at him. Even the moon had been dim from it. He remembered the heart-pounding terror that had gripped him and the way the dark fog had actually seemed to reach out, little tendrils of it trying to curl around his ankles.
It was coming.
Those words echoed through his grace. Spencer fought back a shiver. Faintly, he could hear the others talking, arguing about who were acceptable allies. It was hard for him to focus on it, though. His hand clenched unconsciously on his coffee mug. The metallic taste of blood sat on his tongue and the scent of it burned his nose. He remembered the pain of those dreams, the sheer terror. That darkness had been everywhere.
A soft touch against his back drew his attention out of his thoughts and back to the present. His eyes snapped open and he looked over to find Gabriel watching him with concern in those warm amber eyes, his brows furrowed down just the slightest bit as he watched Spencer's face. "Spencer?" The soft murmur was meant for Spencer's ears alone.
"I'm fine." Spencer said the words quietly, trying to keep his voice pitched as low as Gabriel was. He didn't want to draw anyone's attention to him. He didn't need them to see him freaking out again. There's no time for this. Quit it! You want to freak out – do it later, when you're alone. Right now is not the time! The sharp mental chiding had Spencer drawing in another, steadier breath. When he repeated "I'm fine" his voice was much firmer this time.
It seemed like he'd started paying attention at just the right time. As Spencer turned his focus back to the table, he heard Sam say "We need to figure out who's going to approach who. It's going to have to be done carefully. Not everyone is going to be that easy to talk to, especially not if we send the wrong person."
He had a point. Most creatures wouldn't handle a human coming after them well. Demons weren't going to be fond of having to deal with angels. Neither were any hunters. Spencer furrowed his brow for a moment, running it all through his mind. He didn't notice as Michael opened his mouth to speak. If he had he might've kept his own mouth shut. As it was, he spoke up right over top of the oldest archangel, not even noticing as he took on a role that he'd insisted before he wasn't going to take – a leader. "Logically speaking, it makes the most sense to divide it up simply. Michael and Raphael would be the two most suited to marshalling Heaven. The angels will be more likely to listen to them. Just as I believe the demons will fall easily under your rule, Lucifer." He inclined his head at the devil, who smirked in a way that was so much like Gabriel's smirk, only sharper. Spencer turned his attention next to the Winchesters. "Hunters would respond well to the two of you more than they would any of us. Us, they're more likely to distrust the instant they realize we aren't human. Bobby, I believe, would be beneficial in that area as well."
Sam and Dean exchanged a quick look. "We could talk to Bobby, have him help us feel out some hunters we could trust." Sam said.
Dean nodded his agreement. "Ellen, too. An we should probably get Bobby out here. He's better at research than any of us. The old man would probably shit at the sight of these books."
Nodding, and adding in the information to the rest inside his mind, Spencer moved on next to his guardian beside him. "You'd probably have the best luck with your other family."
There were a few winces and even some glares from the other angels present at the way Spencer referred to the pagans as Gabriel's other family. But Gabriel smiled warmly at him for it. "I'll do what I can. They're not all that fond of humans and angels, but they're pretty high on the self-preservation instinct."
"Even a few would be better than none." That left Derek, Castiel, and Anna. But Spencer had already thought about what they could do. What made the most sense for them. He turned to his friend first, who was smiling at him. "Dean was right, Morgan. We've got to get you as trained as possible in the supernatural. You're an excellent profiler and fighter, but the enemies we're up against aren't quite like the Unsubs you're used to. You need to get some training under your belt before we end up going up against anything."
"Sounds like fun to me." Derek's grin was wide and bright. He always did like a bit of trouble.
"Castiel and Anna." Turning to the two angels, Spencer watched them both sit up a little straighter, not recognizing the 'at attention' stance for what it was this time. He'd sort of expected it with Michael before and that had made it easy to recognize. He didn't expect to see it towards him, so when it came, he missed the gesture entirely. "We need someone to make sure that the bunker and the surrounding town are as safe and secure as possible. From what I've heard from Gabriel, you're both amazing soldiers. I trust you guys can help us get this place protected and warded. We need to make sure this town isn't going to suffer just because of our presence." He'd also heard from Gabriel that the two could fight – were, indeed, some of the best fighters – but he'd noticed in dealing with both of them that they didn't seem to gain pleasure from just plain fighting. Castiel always seemed to be in the mindset to protect, like he did with the Winchesters, and Anna did as well. Plus, something told Spencer that Anna wasn't going to be fond of anything that took her away from here. She seemed to have appointed herself his personal guard. While he didn't quite think he needed it, and wasn't entirely comfortable having it, he could work with it.
Castiel looked almost relieved by the assignment. Anna's wings lifted up a little and so did her chin, her whole posture proud and sure. "It would be my honor, Spencer."
"And what about you?" Raphael asked, interrupting the moment between them and drawing all eyes over to him. He and Michael sat there with almost identical stony expressions. Raphael fixed his eyes right on Spencer. Not even a wing twitch gave away his thoughts. "While you're handing out orders, what exactly is it that you're going to be doing?"
A hint of color touched Spencer's cheeks. His mouth curved up into a sheepish sort of smile and he shrugged one shoulder. "What I do best – research." The more they knew about what they were up against, the better. With Spencer's reading speed he'd be able to get through more of these books in a day than some of the others could get through in a week. Besides which, everyone seemed so intent on throwing this on Spencer's shoulders and he needed to know what it was they were up against. Not just for his sake – for everyone else's, too. He'd been telling the truth when he told Michael that he wanted to keep as many alive as possible. He couldn't do that if he didn't know what he was up against.
There was something on Michael's face as he watched Spencer that was impossible to read. His eyebrows were drawn down in a look that would've been pensive on any human. But in that moment, he was controlling most human aspects of his vessel, going still in that way that Spencer had only seen angels manage.
Whatever it was he was thinking or feeling, Spencer didn't know, but it was enough to have Gabriel tensing. "Mike…" He growled out his brother's name in low warning.
Sharp eyes snapped over to Gabriel. The two brothers stared at one another in a silent conversation. The way that Raphael tensed and Lucifer sat up a little suggested that they were probably in on it as well. For a moment, no one moved. They barely dared breathe. Then, just as suddenly as it started, the tension vanished. Lucifer slumped back in his seat and Gabriel relaxed once more. Raphael didn't look pleased. Michael, however, looked quieter. Contemplative, almost. Without a single word of warning, Michael and Raphael both flew away.
"Well." Gabriel drawled out. He slumped even more in his chair, looking immensely more relaxed without those two present. "That was fun."
Spencer furrowed his brows and turned his head towards his guardian. "Gabriel?"
Smiling, Gabriel reached out and ruffled Spencer's hair, enjoying the scowl it got him. "Don't worry your feathers about it, little bird. They're going to go start taking care of Heaven's business. You just worry about yours."
Part of Spencer wanted to press. He wanted to ask what was going on and try to pin Gabriel down for some answers, even knowing that he'd fail. However, the rest of him knew better. He wouldn't get anything out of Gabriel that Gabriel didn't want to give. That meant he had two options. Either he could stress about it and drive himself a little crazy, or he could continue to trust the one being who had never betrayed given him any reason to doubt him. For Spencer that choice was easy. "Okay."
Warmth lit Gabriel's eyes and his grace pressed happily against Spencer's in the angelic equivalent of a quick hug.
"Entertaining as all this is." Dean's low, mocking voice interrupted them, making Spencer blush and Gabriel roll his eyes. "We should probably get started on a few things. I'll give Bobby a call, see about getting him out here or at least starting to reach out to other hunters. Then," He turned towards Derek now and his grin grew, sharpening into a look that was both amused and dangerous. "You and I are gonna go have some fun. Sammy and I found a firing range downstairs. We're gonna see just how good you are with your weapons an maybe test out a little hand to hand."
After only a brief glance at Spencer, who gave a discreet nod to let his friend know he'd be okay alone, Derek smirked right back at the older Winchester. "Bring it on."