Hazy though the world felt to him, Spencer wasn't entirely out of it. Lying on that motel bed, he might not have had enough energy to even open his eyes, but that didn't mean that he couldn't hear. Couldn't listen. The more he heard, the more he worried. Feeling Remy's worry didn't help, either. It made him want more than anything to reach out and grab hold of his partner. But Spencer's body felt like it was deadweight, unable to do anything but just lie there. All he could do was listen as Remy tried to explain things to these boys and listen as the brothers said they were calling in, of all things, angels.

The scientific part of Spencer's brain wanted to deny any possibility of angels even existing. He was not a religious person and he never had been. He was far too scientific to just accept the idea of religion without some tangible proof. But there was a part of his brain reminding him that he wasn't in his own world. In his world, there weren't vampires with a mouth full of razor sharp teeth, either, but they existed here. Couldn't it be possible that angels existed here, too?

He felt Remy twitch at the idea even as he argued it almost reflexively. Spencer knew what was behind it and he tried to force himself to move a little, to reach out and soothe the man that he knew had been haunted and hunted by too many religious zealots over the years, people who had used the church as an excuse to treat him like trash because of his 'demon eyes'.

All of a sudden it felt like the sun was poured right into the motel room with them and Spencer couldn't hold in his gasp. He felt the bed move just a second later and then Remy's familiar arms were lifting him, gathering him up against the Cajun's chest in a protective hold, his back to Remy's chest, a position that let him cradle and support Spencer while able to keep his hands free to charge his cards if need be. Spencer's head lolled back against Remy's shoulder and though he could hear Remy talking in his ear, begging him to answer, trying to make sure he was okay, he couldn't respond to it. Not in the face of whatever the hell this was.

The sensation was like nothing Spencer had ever felt before. In all his years since his powers had manifested he had felt countless different types of emotions in varying strengths. From good to bad, strong to weak, he'd thought he'd felt the whole spectrum. Nothing—absolutely nothing—compared to the emotion that he felt off the being—no, beings, two of them. They were the brightest, strongest, most pure feelings that he'd ever encountered in anyone. Even the caution that the one felt shone bright and strong. More than that, though, was the love. This sheer, overwhelming love that burned hotter and brighter than anything and yet instead of burning him, it left him reaching out, wanting more. Needing more. Without even making a conscious effort, he reached out to it, let it touch him, let just a speck of it pour into him, and his whole body shuddered. This was better than any high he'd ever had—drug induced or empathic. Not even the insane amounts of lust he'd felt packed inside of clubs could compare to the intensity of this. Spencer couldn't think around it, could barely even breathe, not caring about the low hum of voices over his head.

Then suddenly some of it was moving towards him, reaching for him, and it was almost too much while at the same time not enough. He couldn't move, couldn't speak, his whole body trembling underneath the waves of it.

"Woah, woah, woah!" A voice called out, and Spencer felt a bright wave of amusement and concern that seemed such an odd combination. The bright light that had been coming closer was now drawing back. That voice spoke again, a hint of a laugh touching at its edges. "No offense there, Cassie, but I think this guy might like to keep his partner from turning into a drooling mess."

"What're y' talking about?" Remy demanded sharply. His arm tightened around Spencer, cradling him just a bit closer, and his love was tinged with protectiveness and possessiveness both.

From off to the right came Sam's voice; Spencer had forgotten about the brothers entirely. "What's going on, Gabriel?"

Gabriel. That name belonged to the laughing-voice. A vague part of Spencer's brain made the connection between Gabriel and angel, but it didn't sink in, not with rest of him caught up in all this. That voice spoke again, still slick with amusement, only it was coming closer now. "This requires a bit of a delicate touch. You guys should've warned us about this." Then the bed dipped a little and that heat, the brighter one, was right there, right next to him, and somehow Spencer found the strength to pry his eyes open just a little. What he found in front of him was enough to have him sucking in a gasping breath. That light that he'd felt—this man was made from it. It filled his body, a beautiful light all squished down into a tiny little body, so small for something so bright and large, with great big wings, and it was just too much, too intense, and he moaned lowly even as his eyes drifted shut once more.

Warm laughter played like music over his ears. "Oh, it's been a long time since we've seen something like you." Gabriel said playfully. "You're either really weak or insanely strong. I'm guessing it's the second one."

"What's going on? What're y' doing to him?" Remy snarled just above Spencer's head.

"Calm down, Cujo. This isn't my fault. You guys really should've warned us the kid was an empath."

There was no sound, no human gasp, but Spencer felt the strong roll of surprise from the other being, and weaker bits of it from the brothers. They recovered quickly, though. It must come from living this kind of lifestyle. "So?" Dean asked a bit gruffly. "What's that got to do with anything?"

There was a snort from Gabriel's direction, such a human sound for a being that was anything but. Scorching hot fingers brushed lightly over the hand Spencer had clenched in the bedspread and it felt like he should've burned and yet he didn't want to ever have it go. He basked in the feel of it, the purity of the sensation behind it and the little trickle of energy that seemed to seep into him from it, barely paying any attention to the man's words. "Because, you numbskulls, what do you think an angel's grace is made of?"

"Love." Sam answered, sounding like he might be beginning to understand. "You're made of God's love, right?"

"A+, Sammy boy. An there's no emotion stronger or more pure than Dad's love. Not only does your little empath feel it, it's strong enough he can see it. See us. Can't you, kiddo?"

He thought maybe that question was directed at him and he should probably answer it. His eyes fluttered open again, just a crack, and, oh… "It's beautiful."

Another of those warm laughs washed over him. This time, Gabriel reached up, brushing his fingers along Spencer's arm, up and then along his jawline, his cheek. It wasn't sexual. None of this was sexual. Yet it felt better than anything Spencer had ever known. A little more energy trickled in and with it, he found he could look past that light and see a bit of Gabriel's face, this human face he wore, and the glow of golden eyes, the amused lilt of his lips. Gabriel's eyes caught Spencer's and stayed there, holding his gaze even as he spoke to the rest of the room. "We're made of grace, put inside these vessels, and grace is made of emotion. Your little empath here is pretty damn strong if he can see the emotion too, not just feel it. There's nothing else like it, is there, kiddo? I can feel you reaching out for it."

"I'm sorry." Spencer said automatically, and he was a bit embarrassed about how slurred it came out sounding, but his empathy was overloading while his energy levels were still so damn low.

Gabriel's smile bloomed even brighter. "Don't worry about it. You burn pretty brightly there too. Empaths feel a long stronger and a lot more pure than regular humans do." His fingers brushed up over Spencer's cheek and then to his temple, stroking across his forehead to end up at his other temple where they pressed in, and Spencer could feel it now as energy poured into him, filling up the energy stores that had been emptied during the insanity that had sent them here. Not just a trickle this time—a bunch of it, filling him back up almost to normal. That restoration of energy gave him the boost he needed to find his shields once more.

With his shields up, he was finally able to look right at Gabriel and really see beyond that light to the body he was inhabiting. Gabriel's grin grew as if he could see that Spencer was seeing him better. "Hey there, kiddo."

A shy smile curved Spencer's lips. "Hey. Thank you."

"No problem-o."

The weight behind Spencer shifted and he instinctively drew himself up some, his renewed energy allowing him to actually sit without Remy's support. He held his own weight as Remy drew out from behind him and moved to be more beside him. It also managed to put it so that Gabriel and Remy were facing one another and maybe that hadn't exactly been his smartest plan. Remy was looking at Gabriel in that assessing way of his that could potentially spell trouble if Remy felt like it—which he so often did. Even before the man opened his mouth, Spencer knew nothing good was going to come out. "So y'r de Archangel Gabriel, huh?" Dark eyes ran over Gabriel from head to toe before settling back on his face. A smirk twisted Remy's lips. He was every inch the cocky bastard that Spencer knew he liked to pretend to be to piss people off. Wanting to piss off a supposed Archangel seemed like a suicide mission to Spencer, but then again that probably made it all the more appealing to his insane Cajun partner. As if to prove that point, Remy lifted let his smirk become a bit more mocking as he said "Y'r awfully short, aint y'?"

"Big enough where it counts, bucko." Gabriel shot back easily. He was doing his own look-over and the smirk he wore was just a bit worrisome. Add in the eyebrow wiggle and Spencer barely resisted the urge to sigh. These two were either going to get along great, or try to kill one another. It was a bit of a toss-up at the moment.

Remy let out a low laugh at the teasing comment. "Watch y'rself, ange, y'r liable t' turn a po' boy's head wit' talk like dat."

Snorting, Gabriel shook his head, his smirk never leaving. With one hand he gestured over to Spencer. "Like you'd ever stray away from the ball and chain over there."

"Bout as easily as y'd stray from y'rs." Remy shot back, looking over to Sam and back again.

Far too used to Remy to be bothered by all this, Spencer just ignored it, though it was amusing to watch Sam flush slightly and Dean smother a snorted laugh.

"As entertaining as all this is…" Dean cut in, rolling his eyes at them with a look like a parent surrounded by unruly children. "Is there any way you guys might be able to help them get back to home? Wherever that is."

Spencer spoke up before anyone else could, and what he said surprised the whole room. "We can't go yet."

That got Remy's attention quickly. He spun towards Spencer, eyes sharp. "What? What're y' talking about?"

"What if we weren't the only two that came through?" Spencer hated to point it out, but they had to think about it. Had to acknowledge the possibility. Pushing up off the bed, a little too antsy to be entirely still, he paced over to the far side of the room, away from the press of emotions. It allowed him to breathe a little easier and push his shields up a little more. When he turned back, he found that Remy had rose as well and followed him over there. Spencer met his eyes, knowing that Remy wasn't going to like what he was about to say. "Think about how this happened, Rem. You were throwing your charge, I was throwing energy, and Sinister was throwing energy. Whatever we did combined together to somehow send us here. At the very end, I felt the surge of power run back down the energy and right into me. I'm pretty sure that's how I got here. And if I got dragged along because I was holding a link to the energy, and you were brought along because we were touching, what's to say that my shot didn't connect with Sinister and drag him along, too?"

Remy's eyes went wide. "Merde."

"We can't leave, Rem. Not until we know for sure. And if we brought him here, if we unleased that bastard on this world…"

"…den we gotta take him back. Oui, y'r right, cher." Lifting a hand, Remy ran it over his face, trying to fight back his frustration. "Great. We're in a world we don't exist in, wit' people dat would kill us if dey knew what we could do, wit' no team, none of m' usual contacts, an no money. Yeah. Dis oughta be easy."

Spencer ignored the sarcasm and smiled up at his partner. Taking a step towards him, he reached up and touched his cheek, just a light brushing of fingers. "It's not the first time we've faced some really bad odds."

"You're not alone, either." Sam said suddenly, breaking into their quiet moment. The two mutants turned to look to where he was standing with his brother and their angels, the four watching them. Sam's smile warmed little. "We're not just gonna send you guys on your way."

"This is our world. Won't be the first time we've saved it from something big and bad." Dean said dryly. There was a story there, because his comment earned him rolled eyes from his brother and an amused snort from Gabriel. Castiel just smiled.

"We'll take you to a friend of ours." Sam told them. "If there's anyone that can find this guy, it'd be him. He knows the right people to put the word out to. If Sinister is here, Bobby's our best bet for finding him."

Spencer turned to look back at Remy and he arched an eyebrow at him in a silent 'Well?' This seemed like their best bet. Like Remy said, they had no friends and no resources here. Nothing to fall back on to help them. It wouldn't really take Remy long to get money together, true, or Spencer for that matter. But the resources, someone who knew this supernatural world and who was connected—that would really come in handy. And they couldn't afford to waste time hunting for him the slow way. If Sinister was here, he wouldn't just be sitting around peacefully. The quicker they found him the better for everyone involved. Spencer could see that Remy was having the same thoughts as him. The two shared a moment of understanding before they turned back to the others.

Slinging his arm over Spencer's shoulders, Remy leaned in against him, letting their sides press together. "Looks like y'all get to put up wit' us a little while longer." His smile grew, turning a bit mischievous, and his eyes sparked with that inner humor that nothing seemed able to douse. "Dis is gonna be great. Gambit's gonna have lots of fun t'inking up codenames. Figure we gotta find y' somet'ing better dan Tall Guy and Pretty Boy, yeah?"

Spencer sighed and rolled his eyes. Oh, yeah, this was going to be great.

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