Considering some of the things that Spencer had seen from mutants over the years, it really wasn't all that hard to wrap his head around the abilities that the angels showed, even when they vanished out of the motel room with a quick "Wait here" from Gabriel before they were gone. They were apparently going to go and do their own check of the place that Spencer and Remy had landed and try to see if they could find any signs of Sinister. Before they left, Gabriel did give them a few gifts, though. Sunglasses for the both of them, for which they were both extremely grateful, though Spencer only had to put his contacts in to hide his eyes. Plus clean, comfortable clothes to replace what they'd been wearing, which had been marked up from their fight with Sinister and their crash landing here.

And, more importantly to Remy—food. With a snap of his fingers Gabriel had left them with basic cheeseburgers and fries all around, though Spencer noticed that Sam had a rather large salad instead.

The Cajun practically shoved Spencer down into one of the room's chairs at the tiny table once the two angels flew away. He took the seat next to him, smirking a little at the boys as they were left to sit on the bed, and then pushed a burger to Spencer. "Eat up, cher. Y' still aint sparking right. Y' need to get some food in y'."

He knew what Remy meant by 'not sparking right'. It was a term that those who knew him used to describe when the sparks in his eyes were muted, which signaled a loss in energy. Spencer didn't really feel like his energy levels were low, but he'd never been given an angelic boost before. And wow, did sound weird, even inside his head.

Food was distributed amongst them all. Spencer drew his legs up, tucking his feet underneath him in the chair like some teenager. He couldn't help how he tore into the burger he held. He'd been with Sinister a little while before the team had finally managed to come get him and the man wasn't exactly big on giving you more than needed to survive. Right at the moment this simple cheeseburger tasted wonderful. With the first bite, Spencer's eyes closed and he sighed with pleasure. He opened his eyes again and saw Sam and Dean both watching him, grinning, while Remy watched on with a look that Spencer knew hid worry. "Little hungry?" Dean asked, smirking.

"Food has been a little scarce the past two weeks." Spencer told them when he'd finished chewing his bite. He caught the worry and regret that flashed through Remy and sent him a burst of love to try and counter it.

To distract from Spencer's comment, Remy drew attention to himself in a typical, completely inappropriate manner. "So, angel boyfriends, hey?" He asked, lifting his eyebrows and grinning around a bite of burger. "Aint dat a bit blasphemous?"

"Remy!" Spencer hissed in warning. He saw Sam flushing out of the corner of his eye and Dean steel himself like he was prepared to argue.

"What?" In an instant Remy put on his most innocent look. "It's jus' a question, cher. Jus' tryin' to get a feel f' t'ings here, yeah. Tryin' to wrap m' brain around it all."

"You're being absurdly nosy is what you are, and extremely rude."

"Pfft. Y'r no fun."

Rolling his eyes, Spencer looked to the brothers apologetically. "I apologize for my partner's rudeness. He's been spending too much time with Logan, I think."

A balled up burger wrapper bounced off the side of Spencer's head. "Remy's gonna tell him y' said dat!"

"I'll deny it." Spencer shot back. "Who do you think he'll believe? Me or you?"

The string of curses Remy let out clearly showed his answer to that.

From their spot on the bed, the two brothers were watching this all with a sort of bemused air. It was a sensation that Spencer was quite used to when he and Remy got around people who weren't used to them. He could also see that they had questions. That was fine; he had questions of his own. Polishing off the last part of his burger, he relaxed himself as Remy had taught him to do a long time ago, letting his outside show a calm that he didn't really feel on the inside. To even those that knew him, Spencer would've looked calm and just a little confident. The only one that recognized the nerves underneath it all was Remy. "So," Spencer took a small drink before giving them his slightly shy half smile. "We're all here, settled in with food. Is this where the friendly interrogation starts?"

The two brothers shared a look laced with humor. Something else was exchanged in that look, a silent communication, and then Sam was looking at Spencer again. "We have a few questions, actually."

Spencer shrugged one shoulder. "I imagine you do. We'll answer what we're able to."

"For starters, I was wondering…" It looked like Sam hesitated, trying to find the words he wanted, before finally settling on just being blunt "…who are you? I recognize you, Remy. You're a prominent character in the comics here. But I don't remember ever seeing you in there anywhere."

He wasn't in these comics? Spencer filed that little bit of information away with everything else, adding it to the puzzle. That made things rather interesting. It also could work in his and Remy's benefit. If he wasn't in the comics, then the brothers weren't going to operate off of preconceived notions about him the way they would about Remy. Also, he wouldn't be as recognizable in public as it appeared Remy might be. Spencer thought quickly about what exactly he should share with them. A quick, quiet look between him and Remy, and he nodded.

Remy set down his drink before reaching in to one of the inner pockets of his coat. He saw them tense a little and it made him chuckle. "Remy aint reachin' f' a weapon." He pulled the item out and tossed it down onto the table. It was Spencer's credentials. Spencer picked them up and held them out to the brother closest to him—Dean. When the man took it, flicking it open, Spencer said "I'm SSA Dr. Spencer Reid. I work in the BAU at the FBI."

"This is real." Dean looked it over carefully, examining it in a way that suggested he was used to dealing with fakes.

"It is. Currently I'm on leave, but I am still a member of the team."

Sam took the credentials next, examining them. "BAU. I've heard of that, I think. You guys profiler serial killers, don't you?"

"We do. More than just serial killers, actually. The BAU can be consulted for quite a few different types of cases, though our work is primarily on those that are serial. We study human behavior, essentially. It allows us to build a criminal profile to help investigators to accurately predict and profile the characteristics of unknown criminal subjects or offenders that can be used to narrow down a suspect pool."

"A criminal profile?" Dean said.

Spencer nodded eagerly, finding himself drawn into what he was saying. Talk of his work was always easy for him and he never could resist sharing knowledge with others. He ignored Remy's mocking groan and sat forward a little while he answered. "Criminal profiling is a method of identifying the Unsub of a crime based on an analysis of the nature of the offense and the method in which it was committed. Various aspects of the Unsub's personality are determined from his or her choices before, during, and after a crime. We take this information and combine it with other relevant details and physical evidence, and then we compare it with the characteristics of known personality types and mental abnormalities to develop a practical working description of the Unsub. Geographic profiling is another method to profile an Unsub. Geographic profiling is a criminal investigative methodology that analyzes the sites of a connected series of crimes to determine the most probable area of the Unsub's residence. By incorporating both qualitative and quantitative methods, it assists in understanding spatial behavior of an Unsub and focusing the investigation to a smaller area of the community."

His speech seemed to have stunned the two men. Dean was just staring at him, eyebrows raised and mouth hanging open slightly, his beer poised right in front of his mouth. Sam, however, was grinning, and Spencer could feel his utter fascination with this. There were questions that Spencer could practically see forming on his face. He didn't get the chance to voice them, though. Dean's brain kicked back in first and he cut his brother off before Sam could get anything really going. "I'm sure that's all fascinating, even if I barely understood half of it. Why don't we move to the important things? How exactly did you guys get here? What happened on your end before you woke up in our little slice of the world? You guys were talking about power and such before, but it didn't make any sense."

A small shiver prickled Spencer's skin. He really didn't want to think about his time with Sinister. Time spent trapped in that man's labs was never fun.

Remy sent love down the link to him as well as a flicker of reassurance and something else that soothed some of Spencer's rawer edges. He took over answering this part of things, which was probably best. He probably had the most accurate memory of the actual event. "If y' read de comics, den I'm sure y' know who Sinister is, oui?"

"Yeah." Sam said at the same time that Dean shook his head and said "No."

Rolling his eyes, Remy adjusted in his seat, scooting just the slightest bit more towards Spencer. "He's a sadistic connard dat has a fondness f' tests and experiments, let's just leave it at dat f' now. He took Spencer when we was all on a mission. It took us a bit, mais we found where he was holdin' him and we, de X-Men, went to go get him back. While de team held off everyone else, Remy went in to de cells an got Spencer out, mais Sinister caught us in his labs. De t'ree of us was fighting, flinging energy all over de place. Our powers kinda met in de middle an, well, Remy woke up here."

"You have more powers than just the empathy?" Sam asked, looking to Spencer.

Spencer nodded at him. "Empathy is actually considered my secondary mutation. A simplified explanation of my main mutation is that I have the ability to create, control, and manipulate electricity." He brought up one hand and held it, palm up, concentrating until he could draw up a ball of blue energy there. It hovered over his palm, about the size of a baseball. He saw and felt the shock from the brothers as well as the tension that said they were ready to fight or bolt if need be. Spencer kept the energy there, watching how they stared at it. "I draw in electricity and convert it into this blue energy. I can form balls such as this that I can throw, turn it into a shield, use it like telekinesis…there are a variety of uses. I can also manipulate the electricity around me." Slowly he drew the energy back in until the ball vanished from his hand.

It was Sam who found his voice first, though his eyes still stayed locked on Spencer's hand. "Manipulate it how?"

The fact that he was able to even think of a question like that showed Spencer that, while these two were shocked, they were also well used to dealing with strange things and their shock wasn't going to be enough to keep them down. They just rolled with the punches. That was something that Spencer could appreciate. He folded his hands around his water bottle again and took another drink to wet his throat. Words wouldn't accurately describe what he wanted. Instead, he concentrated on a demonstration. It took a moment to center and reach, tapping into the electricity around him. He turned the TV on across the room, flicking through channels until he settled on a news station. He turned the volume down to low so that the words were barely a murmur in the air. Then he turned the radio on, dialing around the stations, smiling just a little when he hit a classical station and Mozart filled the room. He turned the TV off with a thought but left the music on, letting it soothe him. "I can also navigate a computer without touching it. And I never have to worry about a dead battery or no signal on a phone or for the internet."

Something pulsed against Spencer's shields and his head shot up. Immediately the whole room went on alert, but Spencer was already relaxing, recognizing what that sensation was. He didn't have a chance to explain before the two angels appeared in the room. Castiel landed almost perfectly by Dean while Gabriel appeared in the space between Spencer's chair and Sam's place on the bed.

The feel of them had Spencer giving a happy little sigh before he could stop himself. It earned him a smirk from Gabriel. When Spencer blushed, the archangel ruffled his hair and chuckled. "Oh, you're gonna be fun." Dropping down onto the bed, he leaned right into Sam's space, practically climbing into his lap. The way that Sam rolled his eyes would've suggested he was annoyed if it wasn't for the hint of a smile tugging at his lips or the way he moved his arms and adjusted around Gabriel like he was used to it.

Castiel stood at Dean's side, not seeming at all bothered by the fact that he was essentially looming over the man. Yet somehow there was an intimacy in that, too, even if it wasn't as blatant as the other two. Maybe it had something to do with the way that he stood there like it was normal, the perfect place to be, or how Dean didn't respond yet didn't lean away, either. It suggested a familiarity in being in one another's personal space.

All of those thoughts dropped away when Castiel announced in that low, gravelly voice of his "We found another energy trace in the vicinity of where you two were discovered."

That had them all sitting up a little straighter. "So another person definitely landed with them?" Dean asked.

Castiel hesitated, and Gabriel stepped in to pick up the slack. "Can't be sure. Something came through, but it didn't feel human."

"Always said dere aint no way dat man's human." Remy curled up his lip in a look of disgust.

"Were you able to trace it anywhere?" Sam asked.

A snap of the fingers had a bag of gummi worms appearing in Gabriel's hands. "Nope." He said, plucking out the first worm and popping it into his mouth. "We traced it for a bit, but whoever or whatever it was, they're pretty damn good at hiding."

Dean made a low sound of disgust. "Oh great. Good to know the thing we're hunting can hide from freaking angels."

"While difficult, it isn't impossible. Those with strong psychic ability are known to be able to mask their presence." Castiel pointed out calmly.

"Well how the hell are we gonna find him, then?"

That was the million dollar question. Spencer sat back in his chair and let his mind drift over the problem. How were they going to find Sinister? The man was smart—one of the smartest, if not the smartest, that Spencer had ever known. Finding him was going to be hard and it was going to take skill and planning. One thing that worked both against them and on their side was that Sinister was stuck adrift just as much as they were. He had no base to go to, no labs to hide out in. No money, no Marauders, nothing. So what would he do first?

Caught up in his thoughts, Spencer didn't realize that everyone was watching him. He was staring off into space with his lips occasionally moving as ideas were thought of and discarded.

Remy reached out and laid his hand on Spencer's arm, fingers stroking lightly. "What're y' t'inking, mon amour?"

"I don't think we're going to find him right away." Spencer said slowly. He was only half paying attention to his words, the rest of his focus internal, chasing after all the thoughts racing around there. "He is immensely patient, we both know that, even if it doesn't always appear so. He plans and studies and prepares before acting. Nor is he all that fond of acting on his own. It's his preference to have minions take care of common matters for him so he can focus on what he considers most important."

"Like de Marauders."

"Exactly. Without them here, he's going to be forced to work on his own. The first thing I see him doing is finding a place to go to ground and hide. Somewhere he can be safe while he sets about gathering information, making himself comfortable in this reality. He'll start to draw in information and will inevitably hire people to help him gain more information." Blinking his eyes to clear them, the young genius finally looked up and actually looked at Remy. "He'd probably check familiar places first. Places that he knows would be safe."

"His labs aint gonna be dere, t'ough." Remy pointed out.

Spencer hummed low in his throat. "No. His Seattle base would definitely be a no-go. But some of the more remote ones, ones built into natural locations, like the one in Colorado? Nature was his greatest defense there. It wouldn't be that difficult to recreate that same sort of situation, even temporarily. It'd be enough to hold him over until he can find a way to better establish himself. We should look into it."

"Once y've rested."

"Remy…"

"Non, cher. Don' go givin' ol Remy dat look." The Cajun scolded him. "Don't matter if de ange gave y' an energy boost or not—y' aint never pushed y'r energy dat far b'fore and y'r body needs a chance to rest naturally. We're stretching out an y'r gonna sleep, even if Remy gotta knock y' in de head to knock y' out."

"He's right." Gabriel chimed in, reminding Spencer and Remy that they weren't alone in here. He was chewing on another gummi worm while he watched them talk. Lifting one, he used it to point at Spencer. "I gave you a boost, but your body still has to make the energy your own and that can be just as tiring. Sleep's the best thing for you."

Dean was the one to point out the obvious. "Where the hell is everyone gonna sleep? I'm not sharing a bed with Sammy. I've not in the mood to be kicked by a freaking giant octopus."

"Charming, Dean. Thanks." Sam said dryly.

Spencer hadn't thought about that yet, but apparently Remy had. He gestured with one hand to the couch over by the TV. "We'll take de couch. Slept in worse places, us."

Eyeballing the couch, Dean gave it a dubious look. "You two won't fit on there."

A low laugh slid from Remy and he pushed gracefully towards his feet. As always, Spencer admired his lover's form, able to appreciate its graceful movements even in the crappiest of situations. He appreciated it even more now after his recent stint with Sinister. "We'll fit fine." Remy told him while he reached out to pull Spencer up to his feet. "Spencer makes a great blanket."

"Remy!" Mortification colored Spencer's cheeks.

He found himself dragged over to the couch amidst a room full of laughter. Mentally, he promised retribution, just as soon as he was capable.