Spencer woke up in warmer and more comfortable than he'd been in a long time. His body felt safely cocooned, almost smothered by the weight of something, and yet it was a comforting press. However, even as he thought that, he felt the weight start to move away from him. An unhappy sound slipped from Spencer's throat and little fingers tried to grab on to anything that would keep his comfortable nest in place. Somewhere above his head he heard two different chuckles. One low and almost musical and the other deep and husky. "I don't think someone's ready to get up yet."

It took just a second for Spencer to place that voice and realize that it was Sam. He made the connection just in time. Just as he did, a large hand that he now knew for sure was Sam's settled on his head and gently smoothed back his hair.

"Hey there, little bird." That was Gabriel this time. His voice was softer, full of the love that Spencer hadn't ever found anywhere else. It made his grace wriggle happily inside of him to hear it now. "C'mon, kiddo. Time to join the land of the living."

Spencer scrunched his face up and pressed it further into the fabric in front of him. As his mind slowly began to wake up, he realized where he was and how he was laying. There was a vague memory at the back of his mind of curling up against Sam out in the library, and another of them all settling down together on something soft, but he didn't have much beyond that. Apparently, they must've ended up in his bed, because Spencer recognized the feel and scent of the blankets under him. Somehow he'd ended up here, in his bed, squished between Gabriel and Sam. His back and wings were pressed up against Sam, his body spooned by the larger hunter, and he was draped half over Gabriel. One of Sam's arms was thrown over Spencer, that hand curled up so that he could continue to pet at Spencer's hair, and though Sam probably couldn't see it Gabriel's wings were wrapped all around them. It was those wings and Sam's arm that were the nice weight that were pushing Spencer down. He never wanted them to leave.

Under his face he felt Gabriel's chest vibrate a little with another laugh. "Wakey wakey, baby bird."

"Sleep." Spencer murmured. He nuzzled in against Gabriel's sleep shirt and twisted his fingers into the fabric a little more. It wasn't the same as holding a wing but he couldn't reach a wing right now. "Stay."

There was only a brief pause at Spencer's murmured words. Though the fledgling didn't realize it, he'd spoken in Enochian. The pause only lasted a second, though, and then Gabriel was wrapping his arms around Spencer and pulling him more firmly on top of the archangel. "Nope! It's time for all good little birds to finally wake up. You've slept the day away. Plus, Deano's got some dinner going, and I know you like his cooking."

That was true – he did like Dean's cooking. However, going to eat it meant getting up out of bed and going out there, and Spencer wasn't quite sure he was up for that, because the more that he woke up the more that he remembered. His memories of what happened weren't hazy. As Spencer's mind became more alert, it was all crystal clear for him, and he didn't want to have to wake up and deal with all of that. The fact that he was capable of curling his body up on top of Gabriel's torso like this made it clear he was still small. That meant that this wasn't something that could be easily fixed, otherwise they would've done it already. Spencer didn't want to go try and figure it out. He wanted to lay right here, safely in Gabriel's arms, and let them figure it out. They could come and get him once they did.

Spencer froze as he noticed his train of thoughts. That… that wasn't him. That wasn't how he dealt with things. He didn't just sit back and let people take care of his problems for him. He was the type to go and solve them himself despite what anyone else said. But never had he been the type to just curl up and hide while letting everyone else figure out what was going on.

That realization more than anything else was enough to have Spencer waking himself up the rest of the way. Small hands planted themselves on Gabriel's chest and steadied him as he pushed himself up. Gabriel didn't even flinch. He was smiling up at Spencer when the fledgling opened his eyes. "Evening there, kiddo."

A light flush built on Spencer's cheeks as he took in his position – sitting on Gabriel's stomach, feet buried in the blankets between Gabriel and Sam, and as he sat up the rest of the way he ended up facing Sam, who was smiling up at him like this whole thing was no big deal.

The warm feel of Gabriel's hand against his back had Spencer's tension melting. His eyes slid half shut and he found himself making a soft little chirp-chirrup sound that was happy and content. If he were a cat, he would've been purring.

Gabriel smiled at the sound. He added a little scratch around the base of Spencer's wings on each downward stroke and it served to bleed away his tension even more. That seemed to satisfy the trickster. He looked pleased with himself, and he sounded easy when he told Spencer "No angsting in bed, little bird. I know you remember what's going on. We haven't found a cure yet, no, but you've got four archangels, two of the best hunters in the world, a couple of smart angels, and a human that loves you all on your side, helping to figure it out. We'll find something."

"What if we don't?" Spencer couldn't help but ask. His wings lifted out and up, a silent plea to Gabriel that the archangel answered almost immediately, one of his wings coming up and curling around Spencer until it was free for him to play with, those tiny fingers reaching up to twist into his feathers. "We will." Gabriel reassured him. His eyes were steady as they locked right on Spencer's face. "From what you showed me, this isn't meant to be a punishment, Sparrow. It's meant to be a lesson. Your witch wants you to learn something from this."

"She wants me to accept who I am." Spencer mumbled.

"Not a bad idea. Not the way I would've gone about it, but still not a bad idea."

A soft murmur from Sam cut off Gabriel's words. When the two looked over, they found Sam giving Gabriel a chiding look. It must've been one that Gabriel understood because the archangel sighed and deflated a little. When he did, Sam smiled and nodded. He leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss against Gabriel's lips, and then turned his focus back to Spencer. "Try your best not to worry about it, Spencer. We'll get it figured out. In the meantime, you'll just have to deal with being a bit smaller for a little while. Your brain's still there, though, so you're not going to be as helpless as you probably feel."

His words didn't really mollify Spencer all that much. Though he didn't notice it, his bottom lip stuck out just the slightest bit. "Everyone's going to treat me like a kid." The fact that the word 'treat' came out sounding like 'tweat' didn't really help matters all that much. Once Derek got past his shock, he was going to have a field day with this, and Dean wasn't going to be much better. They'd have so much fun with jokes and teasing. As for the angels – well, they already liked to treat him like a kid. This wasn't going to help matters all that much.

Gabriel, snarky bastard that he was, snorted and bluntly asked "And that's any different than normal… how?"

"Shut up." Spencer grumbled, pushing his wing against his father-figure. A hint of a smile was ghosting over his lips, though, and it only grew when he felt Gabriel's grace reach up and wrap around him in a warm and loving hug.

Despite his best efforts, Spencer found himself being ushered up out of bed and even dressed in fresh clothes that he snapped on for himself. Gabriel had offered to do it, but Spencer wasn't stupid enough to agree to that. Then, once the three were ready, they made their way out of Spencer's room and down the hall.

Walking proved his first hardship. Spencer wasn't used to such small legs and he felt off balance, especially when he tried to keep up with the other two. Being carried probably would've been easier. He wasn't going to let them, though. Not unless they really had to. Bad enough that he looked like a kid and his instincts seemed to be so damn childlike right now, he didn't have to indulge in it! So he stubbornly walked between the two of them. He did give in enough to let his fingers clutch at Gabriel's feathers again, though. That helped him stay relaxed and kept him up on his feet a little easier.

When they reached the library where they all liked to eat, it took a little effort for Spencer to make his way carefully up the stairs. He was grateful that Sam stepped in front of them and blocked them from view. One of the steps was bigger than Spencer had thought it would be and he would've fallen if Gabriel hadn't pressed his wing in to make sure that Spencer stayed upright. Once he was steady, he shot his guardian an embarrassed yet grateful look, and he got a wink in return.

When he was flat on the ground again, he saw that the tables were already pretty packed. Not just with humans, though Dean and Derek were there and Sam was already heading towards them, but with angels as well. Michael and Raphael sat in their customary seats at the far end of the table, away from everyone else, and Castiel was in his normal spot by Dean, while Anna had taken a spot next to Derek, and Lucifer was at the end of the table closest to the humans without actually being at their table. There were two open seats, Spencer saw, right near where Lucifer was and by Sam, across from Dean and Castiel. That was where Gabriel led them to.

Almost all eyes were on them as they made their way closer. Spencer couldn't help himself – he buried his face against Gabriel's feathers. Why did everyone have to stare at him? Against his will he found himself making this nervous, bubbling sort of trill, while his fingers tightened in Gabriel's feathers. The sound had an almost immediate effect on the room. Michael and Raphael both sat up straighter and Spencer felt their grace trying to reach towards him. At the same time, even Lucifer went on alert, though he seemed to stop his grace once he felt it reaching out. Instead, he reigned it in and extended a wing instead, offering it as a sort of shelter with Gabriel's.

Even Anna and Castiel reacted to it, their bodies tense and their wings fluttering as if they wanted to do something, only they didn't know what to do.

Gabriel rolled his eyes.

"You guys are all ridiculous." The trickster announced simply. He used the wing he had around Spencer and slipped it down, moving it under him and knocking Spencer's legs out from under him. Spencer squeaked and grabbed at the feathers to try and keep balanced as that wing lifted him up. He found himself deposited in the open chair that put him right next to Lucifer. Once Spencer was in the seat, Gabriel drew his wing back a bit and dropped down into the chair at Spencer's side. He kept his wings out, one curled loosely around Spencer's chair, but he didn't bat away Lucifer's wing to do it. In fact, he let Lucifer's wing tangle a bit with his until they were presenting a sort of united wall behind Spencer.

The young fledgling tilted his head to glare up at his guardian. "Gab'iel!"

Gabriel arched one eyebrow at him. "What?"

For a moment longer Spencer just glared up at him. Then he rolled his eyes and settled down into his seat.

"Brother…" Michael called out, only to get cut off by a sharp "Nope!" from Gabriel. The youngest archangel didn't look the least bit bothered by anything as he flashed a grin down at Michael. "You guys haven't found anything yet to fix this. I know you haven't, otherwise Luci would've thought to say something to me, or Deano here would've been banging on the door. That means you've got no answers, bro, and coming at the kid and quizzing him won't change that. Everything he knows, I already told you. So, unless you've got some magical answer you're hiding, we're not discussing this. We're gonna have some breakfast, relax a little, and we can talk about it when we're done. If he wants to."

To Spencer's surprise, no one countered Gabriel's orders. There was something in the way that Gabriel was looking at them and the feel of all the grace in the room that told the fledging there was more going on here than he knew. Some sort of subtext that he was missing out on. He watched Gabriel for a second, reading the calm assurance on his face, and then slanted a look at the other archangels, who were quiet as Michael simply nodded at him.

Whatever was going on here, he had a feeling they weren't going to explain it to him. At least not right now. He trusted Gabriel to tell him if it was important, though.

With that dealt with, it seemed to be the signal for everyone to start to eat. Sam got it going by reaching out to some of the food on the table and saying "This looks good, Dean. You been cooking again?"

That seemed to break the tension enough for conversation to start. Spencer looked up from his seat and stared at the table in front of him, his lips twisting into a small scowl. It'd been so long since he'd last been this small. He could barely even see over the top of the table! Grabbing hold of it, he pulled on it and leveraged himself up, flapping his wings a little to help him. Once he was on his knees he was able to see a whole lot better. It quickly became apparent that he wasn't going to be able to reach anything, though. Not with his hands, at least.

Spencer reached out with his grace in the very first way he'd ever learned to use it. Telekinesis. He scooped up some of the fruit from a nearby platter and flew it over to his plate. As he did, he heard Derek smother a laugh, and he looked down to find that his friend was watching him with shock and awe on his face. He couldn't seem to be able to help himself; he was staring at Spencer as he sat there. Spencer tried not to shift nervously in his seat. "What, Derek?"

"You're just… man, you're tiny. How old are you?"

Eyebrows drawing in, Spencer glowered at his friend. Everyone was looking at him, though, and it was clear they were waiting for an answer. What happened to waiting until after their meal was done. Spencer drew his wings in against his back and fought against the urge to curl them around himself. He sat back in his seat, tugging his plate towards him and dropping his gaze down to the fruit there. "Two." He grumbled.

"Dude. Seriously?" Dean asked him, sounding surprised.

Glowering even more at his food, Spencer hunched his shoulders and avoided looking up at them. "I've always been small for my age."

It sounded like someone was going to ask something else, or at least say something, and Spencer braced himself for it only to find himself surprised when Lucifer suddenly spoke up in a deceptively lazy drawl. "I thought we established that we were going to wait until after the meal to bombard him with questions?"

Spencer snuck a glance over at the archangel. When he got the ghost of a smile and a concealed wink, he decided that Lucifer was currently his second favorite person in the room. He was looking out for Spencer and keeping the others from bothering him. Right now, that was pretty much the best thing ever in Spencer's books, and he was quite content to hide here by his two favorite archangels while they kept him safe.

To Spencer's utter shock, he found himself vanishing out of his chair and reappearing in Lucifer's lap. He stared up at him with wide, stunned eyes. What on earth?! He hadn't meant to do that! "Sorry!" He stammered out, too surprised to do more than just stare.

A few of the others around them seemed surprised as well. Lucifer, however, did not. In fact, if Spencer were to label what Lucifer felt like, he'd call it – pleased. He seemed quite pleased that Spencer had flown to him. "You're fine, little one. I don't mind."

As if to prove that, one long, slender arm wrapped around Spencer's waist, adjusting him until he sat more comfortable on the older archangel's lap. He was kicked back with one leg crossed loosely over the other, his ankle resting on the opposite knee, and that little dip between his legs provided the perfect seat for Spencer to slip down into. His back was drawn against Lucifer's chest, the archangel's arm staying loosely around his waist to hold him in place, and his legs dropped down to hang down between Lucifer's.

When Spencer snuck a look over, he found Gabriel smiling happily at him. His father figure looked just as pleased as he always did anytime he saw Spencer or the others including Lucifer in their little group. It was obvious he loved his brother and worried about him often. Any way possible, Gabriel tried to draw him in.

Spencer took a second to debate his position. It was embarrassing to be sitting here in front of everyone, especially since they were all staring. He wasn't comfortable being this close to Michael right now, either, for reasons he couldn't quite explain. He wanted to stay close to Gabriel, but he also didn't want to get up from Lucifer's lap. The idea made his grace grumble unhappily at him. Tilting his head, he snuck a look up at Lucifer's face, reading the contentment there that the archangel was trying to keep hidden, the happiness at having Spencer here, and that more than anything decided it. What did it hurt to sit here a bit? He was comfortable and safe, and it made his grace happy to be right here. If the others wanted to stare, well, it wasn't the first time Spencer had been stared at for being weird.

The fledgling shifted a little until he was settled a bit more comfortable against Lucifer's chest. Then he used his powers to bring his plate over to himself. He was still hungry, after all. Let the others stare all they wanted. He was going to sit here and eat his breakfast and they could just deal with it.

It took a while for the red to leave his cheeks, though.