Last time on SuperMInds: "I can't- I can't just leave the BAU- not like that. I was able to make a somewhat normal life here and I can't throw it away. I can still help without being there. If you ever need anything, you can call me. Odds are I've read something about whatever you're dealing with. Or if you really need my help there, I can try my damnedest to get there… It just won't be every hunt. I can also scan newspapers and try to find jobs for you. But I just can't up and leave like that…."
"So give it a week and tell 'em you quite," Dean suggested.
"Maybe I should rephrase that. I am not leaving the BAU."
"Right," Dean grunted. "Sam."
"So what, that's it then?" Spencer looked helplessly at them.
"What else is there, Spence?"
"How about that you're okay with me staying here."
"You want me to lie?" Dean asked.
"I have to try for a normal life, Dean."
"This whole thing was a mistake," Dean said putting his hands behind his head a turning.
"Then why did you bother finding me?" Spencer's voice was rising.
"Because dad needs help whether he's willing to admit it or not. And he could use yours too but obviously you're not willing to," his voice rising too.
"No, Dean, I am willing to help. I'm just not leaving my life behind and bending over backwards for dad anymore. But hey, at least I'm trying to make an effort this time and giving the option to call me if you need me. Tell me when has dad ever done that- asked for help? He's not asking, he didn't ask Sammy and I'm guessing he didn't tell you what he's planning either. He never has and he never will."
"You know what? Forget we ever showed up here," Dean yelled leaving the apartment.
"Fine Dean, be that way!" he growled down the stairway after his brother then slammed the door shut. As soon as he turned, he came face to face with Sam. Having completely forgotten about him during their heated debate, Spencer said, "Don't go anywhere yet."
Spencer walked past him to his messenger bag. Rummaging through its pockets, he finally found what he was looking for.
"Here," he said handing a piece of paper to Sam with a little more force than necessary. "Take this and give me a call if you need anything. And don't tell Dean that I'm giving it to you."
Sam nodded once before opening the door. "Thanks," Sam said before leaving too.
The whole ordeal had left Spencer in a foul mood and at the moment the best way to get rid of some of the pent up anger was to kick the fridge. The force rattled the appliance and caused some papers to fall to the floor as well as pain to swell up in his toes but it worked to get rid of some.
He had hopped on one foot for a moment to rub the aching toes until it was tolerable. Sighing, he bent down to pick up the fallen papers. The first was a take-out menu and the second was a notice that had been sent to him via the mail.
"Shit," he mumbled. Tomorrow was a scheduled firearm qualification test that he had to go to. With the past weeks event, he had forgotten about it. It wasn't like he was worried that he's fail it because after all he had been around guns all his life, it was just that he had to go and he didn't want to. He would have to none the less though.
A/N: Sorry about it being so short, it just seemed like a more natural place to end rather than to go on to the next bit. But hey, it is a bit longer than I originally thought it would be so I see that as a plus :) Anyways, Thanks for any favorites, follows, likes, reading of this fic in general, and especially for reviews, I love knowing what you think, your suggestions, and any constructive criticism. And don't forget to let me know what episodes for any season you want to read.