It didn't take long for everyone to head off their own way. Where Lucifer vanished to, Spencer wasn't quite sure. Off to Hell, maybe? The thought was enough to make the fledgling shiver. That was a job that he very much did not envy. He wanted nothing to do with a horde of demons. He doubted Lucifer did, either, but he was the one best suited to it.

Gabriel had vanished with a kiss to the top of Spencer's head and a different kiss entirely for Sam – one that left the hunter glassy eyed and smiling – before announcing he'd be back soon. Derek and Dean went off together to go down and find the firing range and have their fun shooting at things. It was easy for Spencer to see Derek relaxing at the idea of going to do something he was at least somewhat familiar with. Weapons, he knew. He might not know all the things the Winchesters had to use when they hunted, but he knew enough to get by. To not be a complete rookie. Getting better at other ones and training his body for what was to come would only help Derek relax even more. It'd make him more comfortable. And it would help that Spencer knew Dean was going to school him on other things while he did it, too. Not just what to use, but who to use it against and how. That knowledge would help even more.

Sam and Spencer were the ones to stay in the library. They were the book lovers of the group and the ones more suited to researching. The library was mostly quiet as they both gave each other the space to walk through and take a look at things the first time around. With so many books it was hard to tell where to begin! By some unspoken agreement, they both seemed to head to the main entry of the library and start in that little alcove – Spencer on the left and Sam on the right. There was as good a place as any to start.

For a little bit, the only sounds around them were the soft exclamations as they found certain things, the careful 'thud' as the books they wanted were stacked on the table, and the faint hint of voices from the entry room.

Once it'd been clear that Spencer was going to set up here – he had a high stack of books on the table to read and had snapped up not only a tray of coffee for him and Sam, but a tray of snacks as well – the two remaining angels had moved down to the entry room that Spencer was going to start referring to as their War Room. There was a large table there with a map of the world on it and that was where the two went to set up. It kept them close without the two groups bothering one another. They were all free to work while still allowing Anna to maintain her self-imposed guard duties.

The benefit of working like this with someone like Sam was that Spencer didn't have to worry about how fast he read – Sam had already seen it before – and he didn't have to bother trying to keep up conversation at the same time as his reading. The only time the two of them spoke to one another was to remark on a page, or a book, or to share a brief thought they found and get the opinion of the other on where it might be relevant.

There was no telling how long the two of them might've stayed there if it hadn't been for Dean and Derek coming to bring them food. Spencer hadn't even noticed the passage of time – it was later than he'd expected. Past dinner, definitely. All this traveling from here to there had thrown off his internal clock and left him a bit mixed up. But when he glanced up at a clock on the wall, he realized it was almost ten o'clock at night.

Sam become conscious of that at about the same time Spencer did. "Wow, I didn't realize it was getting so late."

"We figured as much." Dean's voice was dry, yet there was a hint of fondness in his face as he ruffled his brother's hair before dropping a plate on the table in front of him. On it was a cheeseburger that looked very much homemade. The incredulous look that Sam gave it had Dean scoffing even as the older Winchester dropped down into a chair at his brother's side, his own plate set down on the table as well. "What? I know how to cook. Just eat it."

A plate was being set down in front of Spencer as well. He looked away from the brothers to find that Derek was smiling at him. The profiler shook his head as he took a seat at Spencer's side, putting him and Spencer both directly across from Sam and Dean. "You, too, pretty boy. I don't care how angelfied you are now, you still need to take a break."

"I'm almost positive I don't actually have to eat, though." Spencer said. Still, he looked down at the sandwich on his plate and couldn't help but smile. It was something he knew Derek found disgusting and yet the man had made it for him. It had avocados, tomatoes, lettuce, cheese and hummus. "Where did you guys find all this?"

"I'm guessing Gabe snapped it up. It was all in there with a note that said 'Eat up, kiddos!'" Dean answered. He put his own burger down and held up a hand, staring at Spencer. "That's not important right now, though. Did I just hear him right? Pretty boy?" The corners of his mouth were twitching and Spencer just knew there were a smirk and a laugh that were dying to break free.

True to form, not an ounce of shame was on Derek's face. "You should hear the things Garcia calls him."

Embarrassment had Spencer's cheeks heating as everyone laughed. He ducked down a little in his seat and tried to glare at them all. Or, well, mostly at Derek, the little traitor. "I don't believe that's something we need to get into, Morgan."

"Aw, embarrassed, kid?"

"I'd like to at least pretend to keep some sense of respectability around these people, thank you very much."

That just made everyone laugh even more. Dean, who had settled back in his seat and was happily eating his burger, grinned at him around a mouthful of food. "Good luck with that."

Before things could progress, or Spencer could get any more embarrassed, he was saved by the sudden surprised and pleased sound that Sam made. Everyone looked over at him to find Sam with his elbows on the table and his burger between his hands. He looked like he'd taken a bite and then simply sat there to stare at the burger with surprise afterwards. The man chewed slowly and then turned to look at Dean, whose curiosity had wiped away only to be replaced by something both smug and proud. "You made these?" Sam asked incredulously as soon as he finished his bite.

"I know, right? We have a real kitchen now, Sammy." Dean's grin grew wider. "You're welcome."

It was a bit odd and yet wonderful in its own way just how easy it was to sit there at the table in this strange place and just enjoy their dinner. Dean caught them up with his call to Bobby – "He said he'll come swing by soon, check the place out, but if he's gonna start getting a hold of hunters he wants to stick close to home to do it, at least for now" – and then Spencer found himself drawn into conversation as they all talked about this bunker – the Bat Cave, as Dean was calling it, much to everyone's amusement – and Dean and Derek told them about everything they'd found. There were a few more places for them to add on to their maps. When Spencer pulled his out, Derek labeled a couple of the unmarked rooms for him. "This place is insane." He told Spencer, looking just a bit awed by it all.

The Winchesters exchanged understanding looks. They, too, were amazed by this place, but Spencer knew that they'd settle in rather well. They weren't amazed necessarily by all the supernatural stuff here except in thinking about all the ways it could help them out. What they were more amazed by, what threw them a little, was the idea of a place that was theirs. A place that they'd honestly be able to call home. That was more amazing than anything else to them.

But for Derek, this was all the craziness that he'd just discovered, all this stuff that his brain was probably still trying to reconcile in a world he'd thought he'd known, all stuffed down into one large albeit amazing space.

There was just a hint of shock that Spencer could feel on him. It seemed instinctive, almost natural, to let out the wings that Spencer had so far kept hidden and let the largest of them reach out and wrap loosely around his best friend. It wasn't exactly much in the way of protection but it felt good to hold him there. And, if he wasn't mistaken, Derek actually relaxed just the slightest bit. He might not have been able to see it but it seemed like a part of him was able to feel it. Spencer made note to ask Gabriel about that later. For now, he focused a little on his friend and on trying to project a sort of calming aura around himself, hoping that it would help.

When they'd finished their meal, Spencer gratefully accepted it when Sam took their plates. Normally he'd insist on taking care of his own dishes or he'd at least snap them away. But he didn't know where the kitchen was and he couldn't snap dishes into a room he didn't know. So he let Sam and Dean take them and thanked them profusely, and then he began to discreetly edge Derek out of the room and down towards their rooms.

Derek opened up the door to his room and he walked in, not caring at all as he left the door open behind him. The assumption was just there that Spencer would follow him in. The man never seemed to have any real issue with letting Spencer into his personal space. Their friendship had reached the level of 'family' in Derek's mind a long time ago and it would seem that being family meant a loss of personal boundaries. Spencer had never quite understood it. But, then again, he'd never had siblings. Who knew if this was normal for them? He really hoped not, considering he'd apparently gained untold amounts of siblings. The idea of them barging in and out of his space without any care for privacy was enough to make him shiver.

Either way, Spencer strolled into the room after him, giving it a curious look even as he shut the door behind him. While Derek might not mind people coming into his space, Spencer didn't want anyone coming up on their conversation. It was no one's business but theirs what they talked about in here. With that in mind, he brushed his hand and grace against the wall and cast a few extra wards on top of the ones already in the room.

Spencer looked around the room again, not paying any attention to the man who was standing by the bed stripping down and changing into the sweats he liked to lounge and sleep in. "I didn't realize the rooms here would be so utilitarian." Spencer said. This room really was simple and basic and empty. "If I had, I would've encouraged you to bring more things with you."

"It serves its purpose." Derek said with a shrug.

That wasn't the point. Of course it served its purpose. But Derek wasn't like Spencer. He needed a bit more around him to be comfortable. And with everything that was going on it was only right that Derek had somewhere to retreat to that would be comfortable for him. With that in mind, Spencer thought for a second before he gave a snap.

The bedding changed to one of Derek's personal sets. The desk on the left side of the room, which had been empty before, now held seven different pictures that had sat on Derek's mantel before of his family and his friends. More of his clothes appeared in the dresser to Spencer's right, which sat right near the door. He also added a TV and an Xbox to the top of the dresser just because he knew Derek liked to unwind with those sometimes. A look around had him giving a small nod in satisfaction. Better. It wasn't perfect, but it was a start. The feeling of having things in here, some of them from Derek's own home, was enough to give the room a more personal feel. Derek could fill in the rest as he got comfortable.

When he looked up he found his friend standing there holding his dirty clothes, looking at him with a look of surprise. There was something else in that look as well. Something that Spencer thought might resemble… awe. "That's gonna take some getting used to." Still, Derek was smiling as he said it, so Spencer took that as a positive sign.

"Sometimes I'm still not used to it." Spencer admitted. He looked at the wall, letting his fingers trace one of the sigils that human eyes wouldn't be able to see. Then he let his lips twist up into a smile and turned back to look at his friend. "I'm getting there, though."

"An how you holding up with the rest of it?"

That question had Spencer grimacing a little. Behind him, his wings lifted up and curled in a bit in an unconscious mimic of the way Gabriel's wings would wrap around him when he was upset or uncomfortable. He looked away from Derek rather deliberately, trying to hide it under the guise of moving to the cushy chair set in the corner of the room, obviously meant for a reading space. It was comfortable when he sank himself down into it and there was just enough room behind him that he could draw one side of wings in towards his back and curl the other side forward. He looked up at Derek even as he settled himself and found that his friend had sat down on the edge of the bed. Derek was still watching him, though. Waiting for an answer.

Spencer sighed. "I'm coping." It wasn't the best answer, he knew. But it was the only answer he had right now.

"There's no shame in being upset by all this, Reid." Leaning forward, Derek rested his arms on his knees and loosely linked his fingers together.

"I know. But lingering on it does absolutely nothing. We've got a whole lot more important things on our plates right now than how I feel about things." This darkness was much more important than anything else. Or, well, almost anything else. Spencer cocked his head and let his eyes lift to his friend again. "How about you? How're you settling in here? This is… I know it's a lot."

Derek let out a laugh that held equal amounts amusement and disbelief. "Oh, trust me, I'll probably have a nice and quiet freak out once I'm in here by myself for the night. I'm man enough to admit that. But, I'll freak out, I'll deal with it, maybe I'll call Garcia and ramble a bit to her. I'll go shoot a few more things with Dean and have a bit of fun sparring with the guy until I burn a bit of it out." He smiled a little. "I like him. He's a tough shit, by the way. I think we settled on calling the sparring match a draw to save both our prides. He's good."

"They've been training for this for a very, very long time."

"Yeah, I got that impression. They seem like good people, Reid. They definitely like you." This time Derek's smile was bigger, more of a grin. "Dean quizzed me almost as much as we fought. I'm pretty sure I just got the shovel talk from Dean freaking Winchester." The way he said Dean's name was just a bit incredulous, with a hint of a laugh to it.

Spencer, however, furrowed his brow in confusion. Shovel talk? What on earth was a shovel talk and what did it have to do with anything?

The confusion must've been apparent because Derek started to laugh. "It's kind of a brother thing, kid. I've given the shovel talk to all my sisters' boyfriends. It's the talk where you let them know, 'you hurt them, I hurt you'. It's a way of jokingly saying you've got a shovel and you're not afraid to go bury a body."

That… didn't really help. Spencer's confusion only grew. "Why on earth would he give that talk to you? Dean's not my brother and you're not my boyfriend."

"Sometimes you can give it to friends, too." Derek's expression gentled a little and the emotions coming off of him were warm and comforting, like a familiar quilt on a cold day. They wrapped around Spencer and eased just a bit of tension he felt like he'd been carrying for days. "It just means that they care about you, Reid, and they wanna make sure that I'm not gonna hurt you while I'm here, that's all. They're just looking out for you. Besides, I kind of get the feeling that Dean at least sort of thinks of you as his unofficial little brother."

That warmed something in Spencer's grace that he didn't want to think about at the moment. His wings shuffled and his feathers ruffled themselves a bit. He shifted around in his seat and dropped his gaze down. "They're good people. We didn't start out on the best foot, but we've come a long way since then. I like them."

"I do too. The others don't seem that bad, either. Though, uh, Michael…"

He trailed off and Spencer grimaced a little. Yeah. Michael. "He takes a bit of getting used to." That was putting it mildly. Still, he wasn't bad. Spencer couldn't really be all that mad at him for how he was acting. He was used to being in charge. To be tossed into this situation where they had to work together after spending, well, the past eternity with only having to answer to God, it was understandable that he was going to have to adjust to how things were going to be. It didn't help that he looked at Spencer and saw a child.

The sudden yawn that Derek let out reminded Spencer just how much had happened today and how long the day had probably been for his friend. Immediately, he started to unfold himself from the chair. "I'm sorry, I should be letting you rest."

"It's fine, Reid." Derek pushed up as well, smiling at him.

For a second Spencer hesitated. He'd gotten better about touching than he had used to be but it still wasn't his default setting. Still, before he could change his mind he stepped forward and gave Derek a brief hug. He felt his friend's surprise and pleasure both as Derek hugged him back. When they pulled apart, Spencer gave him a shy smile. "Sleep well. I'll, um, I'll see you in the morning." That said, he hurried out of the room, not seeing the way that Derek grinned and shook his head at him as he left.