Morning found the brothers up first. It wasn't unusual that Sam was up first. Or, at least, the first human up. Gabriel was already awake, fingers running idly through Sam's hair. Sam was curled up against his mate's side, head pillowed on Gabriel's chest. It was one of his favorite positions to sleep in no matter how much Dean liked to chuckle over it. He liked having a partner that he could lay with this way without having to worry about squishing them. Even if Gabriel's vessel was smaller than average, there was no doubting which one of them was the stronger one.

"And don't you forget it." Gabriel murmured against his hair.

Sam rolled his eyes in the safety behind closed lids. "Quit eavesdropping." He murmured against Gabriel's chest.

"How can I resist when you offer up such juicy tidbits, sugar plum? Sleepy Sammy doesn't remember to censor."

A groan from the other bed told them that their quiet conversation hadn't been as quiet as they'd wanted it to be. "This is why I hate sharing a room with the two of you." Dean's voice sounded muffled too and Sam imagined his brother probably had his head buried on or under his pillow.

"Nope." Gabriel said lowly, lips brushing against Sam's hair. "He's using baby bro like a teddy bear."

That was…ridiculously adorable, and something he wished he could get a picture of. It'd be great material for teasing later on. Gabriel's snicker showed his agreement.

Apparently there wasn't going to be anymore sleeping in or lazing about. Dean was the kind of person to get up once he was awake. He was too much like their Dad in the aspect that he couldn't just waste time lying in bed first thing in the morning. Once he was up, he was up, and he would be hunting down coffee in short order, and then breakfast after that. Sure enough, Sam could hear him getting up, and that meant that Sam was going to have to get up too. Reluctantly he started to untwine himself from around his mate. Halfway up, Gabriel caught him with the hand still in his hair and used that grip to pull him in for a good morning kiss that left his toes curling.

A disgusted snort came from somewhere behind them followed quickly by a pillow to the side of Sam's head. He pulled back to glare over at his brother, who was sitting up in bed now and glaring right back at him. Castiel sat behind him, sort of propped up against the headboard. It was still amusing sometimes to see the way their serious angel had started to relax. The little human traits that he was picking up from them and the things that Gabriel was helping to teach him.

"Save it for later, you two." Dean told them. "I don't wanna lose my appetite this early in the morning."

Sam sat himself up as well, curling his legs up enough to cross them underneath him. He brought one hand up to rub over his face in the hope of helping to wake himself but he made sure to tuck down most of his fingers so his brother could clearly see his middle one. It just made Dean snort at him. "Yeah, yeah, bite me, princess."

A voice came from the direction of the couch and startled them all. "Merde, y'all always dis chatty first t'ing in de morning, or is it just special f' us?"

They looked over to see that neither Spencer nor Remy had moved from their places, but Remy's eyes were open and fixed on them. He was smirking just a little at them. One of his hands stroked down over Spencer's back and then he turned away from them to press a light kiss against Spencer's temple. Then he started moving. It was a tricky bit of maneuvering but somehow Remy managed to slide himself out from underneath Spencer without waking the man up. Once on his feet, he smiled down at his partner and then pulled his coat off, tucking it over Spencer like a blanket. Then he turned to look at the others. "Bonjour, mes amis. Comment ça va?"

Sam startled a little when Gabriel replied in French as well. Whatever he said was accompanied by his trademark eyebrow wiggle and it had Remy letting out a smoky laugh that somehow managed to come out sounding downright dirty. The Cajun shot a reply back in the same language and this time it was Gabriel laughing. Sam had a feeling it was kind of a good thing that no one else could understand them. Between their laughter and the slight hint of color to Castiel's cheeks, yeah, he was pretty sure he didn't want to know what the two were saying to each other.

He'd always thought that Gabriel sort of cornered the market on turning everything sexual or into some kind of innuendo. Judging by the way that Remy strolled forward to come slouch against the wall near their beds, he was going to have some competition in that department. There was absolutely no way someone should be able to make slouching look that damn sexual. The comics had labeled this guy as kind of, well, a bit of a slut really, if he remembered right, so he shouldn't be too surprised. But reading about a character and seeing them sort of come to life in front of him, those were two totally different ballgames. A snicker from Gabriel told him that his lover was showing his usual lack of respect for boundaries and was picking out his thoughts again. Sam elbowed him, though it probably hurt him more than it did Gabriel because, as the being was so fond of saying, 'Hello, archangel'.

"So, what're y'all up to?" Remy drawled out in that thick-as-molasses accent of his. Either from sleep or by design, it was thicker than last night and it took a second to actually translate what the hell he was saying.

Dean was looking the guy over and a sneer was curling his lips. "Dude, reign it in. You do realize we're not in a porno, right?"

Instead of being offended, Remy let out another of those smoky laughs and then he actually winked at Dean. "Been a while since Remy been in one of dose. Still, it'd be interestin', non?"

"Oh God." Dean groaned out. He cast a glare over at Sam and Gabriel like somehow his frustration was their fault. "Isn't it bad enough I have to put up with one suggestive pervert? Now I've got to listen to two?"

"Dude, like you never turn anything suggestive." Sam had to point out.

At the same time, Gabriel grinned and chimed in "I dunno, I like the kid."

That made Remy's grin flash brighter. "Yeah? Y' was always m' favorite angel."

Dean scoffed loudly. "Go figure."

The Cajun shrugged one shoulder lazily. "Why not? Used to get down at dis church some nights when it was hurricane season an t'ings were real wet. Dere was dis big stained glass window, yeah, dat was de Archangel Gabriel." Remy held up both hands, gesturing to sort of show just how big the window had been, and the smile on his lips was a bit more real than before. "De Father dere, he caught Remy one night, mais instead of kicking him out or exorcisin' him like most places done tried, he started talkin' bout how Gabriel was de one dat looked out f' kids. Tol' all sorts of stories." As if just realizing how much he'd been telling, Remy shrugged again and leaned back a bit, the soft look fading from his face and that mask slipping back in place. "Anyways, dat's enough of dat. Remy's hungry an Spencer's gonna be wakin' up soon wantin' his shot of morning crack. Y'all got a place we can go an get some grub?"

One part of that story stuck with Sam more than the rest. 'Like most places done tried'. Had that many places really tried to exorcise him? From what Sam remembered of Gambit's backstory, he'd grown up on the streets of New Orleans until he was close to ten, he thought. Something like that. How many times had someone tried to exorcise that little boy for him to state it now like it was just a natural thing?

Gabriel gave Sam a soft squeeze either in understand or in warning to keep quiet. Maybe both.

"You speak casually of your mate's addiction." Castiel said gravely.

There was a moment of confusion on Remy's face that quickly melted away to good humor. "Remy's just a supportive soul." His smile turned to something softer, though still amused. "Y'r as literal minded as mon amour. Don't y' worry none, cher. Spencer doesn't really do crack. It's coffee he'll be wanting. Remy just calls it crack cause he likes to tease dat Spencer's as addicted to his coffee as an addict is to crack."

Castiel nodded sagely, his expression clearing.

"Breakfast does sound good." Sam agreed as he pushed up off the bed. Dean was doing the same thing, but his older brother was making his way over to the bathroom to change.

There were a few minutes spent in usual morning rituals and getting changed for the day. When Sam came back out of the bathroom in fresh clothes, he found his brother and the two angels standing together with Remy.

"Why don't you wake up your boy and we'll go get some breakfast?" Dean said, gesturing over to the couch.

Remy looked over to where Spencer was still sleeping peacefully. A smirk curved his lips in a way that was far too reminiscent of the Trickster standing nearby. "Sure, Remy can wake him up." Smirk still in place, he reached down into his pocket and pulled out a card. Within seconds the card started to glow a faint pink. Sam realized what the man was about to do and made as if to step forward, say something, but it was too late. Remy was still smirking as he flicked his wrist and sent the card flying over towards the couch where, with perfect timing, it exploded about a foot above Spencer's head.

The explosion wasn't that big, but it was enough to startle the sleeping man. Spencer gave a hoarse shout and tried to move instinctively away from the sound, only to end up tangling himself up in Remy's coat and toppling down to the floor.

It really shouldn't have been funny. But Sam found himself coughing to try and cover up his laugh. The others weren't quite so discreet. Gabriel was grinning and chuckling while Remy and Dean both were laughing outright.

Spencer looked up and those electric eyes of his immediately found Remy and narrowed on him. His attempt at a glare only made the others laugh more. He looked like a disgruntled child with his wrinkled clothes, sleep mussed hair, and the sleepy glare on his face, while half his body was still tangled up in Remy's coat.

A blue light suddenly appeared around Remy's ankles. Without warning, it cinched tight like a rope and then jerked out and up. Remy's laughter turned to a startled curse as his feet were yanked out from under him and drawn up until he was hanging upside down by Spencer's powers. "I could attach this to the ceiling and leave you here." Spencer threatened in a sleep-heavy voice. "Alex can tell you, it's not a fun way to spend the morning."

"Y' wouldn't do dat to y'r po' Remy now would y', cher?" Remy asked, trying for charming even as he dangled there.

"Explode something over me again while I sleep and you'll find out."

The blue light around Remy's ankles vanished and the Cajun dropped. Somehow he managed to turn it into a rather good tumble, rolling and popping up to his feet right in front of Spencer. He grinned broadly and held a hand out to his partner. "Morning, mon bijou." He said with a cheeky grin. Reaching out, he grasped Spencer's hand and pulled him up in one smooth move. "Let's go get y' some coffee."

The still sleepy looking kid—and wow, did he ever look like some sleep-rumpled teenager right at that moment—glared at Remy. "You woke me up and you don't even have coffee?"

Remy patted his cheek just like he was a small child. "We're gonna go get y' some."

"I'm highly tempted to hoist you back up and actually leave you there now."

"Pfft. Y' know y' love me."

"I can't imagine why." Spencer shot back.

Grabbing his jacket. Remy gave him a heated look and winked. "It's m' ass. Remy got one hell of an ass." He shook said ass a little as he swirled his coat and drew it on. The sunglasses slid on next.

"More like you are an ass." Spencer grumbled. But he didn't protest as Remy smoothed out his clothes for him, trying to make him appear less like he'd just climbed out of bed.

Sam wasn't sure what was more amusing about all of this. Watching the way these two interacted with each other, or watching Dean try to figure out how he was supposed to deal with them. In the end the older Winchester shook his head and turned to head out the door, calling out "I'm going out. If anyone wants grub, you got five minutes to get in the car or we're leaving without you!"

Fitting all of them in the car took an extra minute to figure out. Though Spencer didn't quite understand why neither Castiel nor Gabriel didn't just fly ahead and meet them there, he wasn't really awake enough to question it. He just shrugged sleepily and solved their problem by scooting over and lifting up to sit on Remy's lap instead of right next to him. Remy had no problems bringing his arms up to cradle Spencer there. Gabriel sat down next, sliding in to the middle, and he surprised Spencer by scooping up his legs and dropping them into his lap. Castiel slid in after him and the four of them settled in, squashed together into the backseat. Sam looked back at them with an amused expression while Dean apparently decided that he wasn't even going to bother with it. He just shoved a tape in and then started the car, taking off down the road with Metallica blaring loudly over the speakers.

When they finally reached wherever it was they were going for breakfast, Spencer was already almost asleep again. Remy always joked that Spencer never failed to amaze him. Without coffee, he was a walking zombie, able to fall back asleep in seconds flat—unless he had to work. Then there was something in him that just put him instantly awake and alert. Spencer said it was years of training his body to react a certain way. When he knew he didn't have to be alert for work, why force himself awake without the help of coffee?

The door opened and Spencer would've spilled backwards onto the pavement if it wasn't for Remy's hand gripping at his arm to keep him in place. The genius ignored the laughter around him and just let Remy help him out of the car and onto his feet. Then, tucked comfortably under Remy's arm and up against his side, he let his partner lead him inside the diner.

There was a moment when they reached the table where everyone just sort of stood there as they tried to figure out which of the paranoid bunch was going to get the spot with their back to the wall and the view of the door. Spencer snorted and solved that problem by tugging Remy away from the table. "You guys can stay here." He told the others. "And talk about us without us being able to listen in. We'll go over there." With his free hand he pointed to a table at the opposite end of the diner.

"You do realize you two don't have any money, right?" Dean pointed out.

Sam rolled his eyes and pulled some money out of his pocket and pressed it into Remy's hand. That solved that problem.

The two made their way to their table and Spencer had no trouble giving up the better seat to Remy. Cautious though he may be, he knew he had nothing on Remy's level of paranoia, especially in an entire world that was strange to them. He knew Remy would be on guard and extremely alert for the whole time they were here. He was always the cautious type and he was extremely protective of Spencer in regular situations. This didn't qualify as regular.

A woman came up to take their order and to fill the mugs sitting on the table. Spencer didn't care about whatever food Remy ordered. He was too busy prepping his cup of coffee and then happily losing himself in it. Remy, bless his heart, knew him well and didn't bother trying to talk to him until after the first cup of coffee was gone and their food was served. Spencer looked up, much more awake than before, to find a bowl of oatmeal and some fruit next to it. Comfort food. Spencer looked up to find Remy sneaking a look at him over the top of his sunglasses. The Cajun winked at him and Spencer smiled. "Thanks, Rem."

"De rien." Lifting his spoon from his own breakfast platter—hash browns, eggs, biscuits and gravy—he pointed it at Spencer. "Make sure y' eat it all, too. Y'r lookin' too skinny."

"You always say that."

"An it's always true. 'M gonna fatten y' up one day, y' just watch me."

This was about more than that, Spencer knew. When Remy cared for someone and was worried about them, he could be a giant mother hen. Not many people knew that about him. The more he cared, the worse he could be about it. Spencer was going to get that mother hen routine quite a bit while here, he had a feeling. Between his original capture with Sinister, the rescue, being drained as they were transported here, and now being in this strange place—yeah, it was going to happen a lot. That was fine by him. He knew how to handle this aspect of his partner just as well as he did any other part of him. Right now it was as simple as eating the breakfast he'd been given.

"So," Remy said, cutting his food and starting to mix the eggs and hash browns together. "What should we tackle first? De whole alternate reality t'ing, de Sinister t'ing, or de freaking angel t'ing?"

Spencer looked up from where he'd been stirring sugar into his oatmeal. His eyes traveled over to the other table and then back to Remy. "You do realize that they're the only ones with any illusion of privacy, right? Even if we can't hear them, I'm almost positive that two of them can hear us."

One shoulder shrugged negligently. "Eh. If dey wanna listen in, what dey hear is deir own fault, yeah? So, guess dat means we're discussing dem first."

No need to label who he meant by 'them'. Spencer sighed and went back to stirring his oatmeal. "I don't know what you want to discuss about them."

"Are y' sure dey're de real deal?"

Ah. He should've figured that'd be Remy's first question. For a long moment Spencer thought carefully about his answer. Remy left him to it; they knew one another well enough after all these years. Finally, after a few bites of breakfast, he answered. "I believe so. I mean, a large part of me wants to question, of course. The scientific part of my mind wants proof. And yet…I know what I felt. I know what I sensed. I can't deny that."

"I'll take y'r word f' dat."

"You didn't feel it?"

Remy shook his head. "Dey feel shielded t' me, cher. Like when y' got y'r shields up high. A hint of somet'ing, maybe, mais not'ing definite."

"Surely your charm…"

"Don't work not'ing like y'r empathy and y' know it." Remy cut in. His spoon started moving between them again as he spoke. "It aint not'ing like what y' can do. Y' remember what de Professor said, yeah? He t'inks de charm works like on a different wavelength dan y'rs. Maybe dey aint on m' wavelength."

Huh. It bore thinking about later, from a purely scientific viewpoint.

"Dey seem to like y'." Remy said suddenly. Furrowing his brow, Spencer gave him a curious look, so Remy clarified. "De angels. Or, least Gabriel seems to."

Before he could stop it, a scoff slipped from Spencer. He was still tired enough and still off kilter enough from all this that he spoke far more bluntly than he'd intended, even if it was just two words. "For now."

That had Remy stopping his meal entirely. He froze, spoon on his plate, and Spencer could feel his stare even through his sunglasses. "What're y' talking about?"

There was no way he was going to be able to back out of this conversation now. Remy wouldn't let him. It didn't matter that Spencer was almost positive the two angels were listening in. Remy would pull this out of him whether he wanted it or not. Maybe it was better to get this out in the open right away anyways. Still, he lowered his voice, trying to make sure no one near their table heard him. "You know better than anyone else just how little people like having their emotions read, Rem. Even when I shield, I can't ever cut it off completely. I always feel something. And people get scared and uncomfortable about that, which in turn makes them angry. No one likes knowing that someone can feel everything they're feeling. That's just with regular people and regular emotions. These two—their entire true selves are made up of emotion. This bright, beautiful light of it that's just…" There were no words to describe it. Nothing to describe the beauty or the immensity that he felt and saw with these angels. Clearing his throat, he looked down at his bowl and stirred absently at his food. "How long do you think it'll take before it starts to bother them, too? You've seen how people back home can react. I'm not built like Logan—I wouldn't survive if they react that way."

Spencer had Remy's full attention now. His food was forgotten in front of him and his whole focus was on Spencer. "Do y' want to go?" He asked the question in full seriousness and Spencer knew that if he said yes, Remy would have them up and out of there in an instant, no matter what the now tense angels at the far table had to say about it.

There was only one way that Spencer could answer this, though. "We can't."

"Jus' watch me."

"No, Remy, we can't, for the same reason that we couldn't try to have them send us back home. We've got something important we're doing here. That group over there is our best chance at finding Sinister and you know it. We don't know this world and we don't know anyone here in it. I have faith in our abilities and I know that we could find him on our own—but what damage would he be able to inflict in the meantime? Besides, even if we left, I highly doubt they'd just let this go. If they didn't come after us they'd go after him. Do you really think they'd stand a chance against him? He'd destroy them. We can't let that happen."

The table went quiet as Remy sat there and stared at him. Then he huffed out a breath and shook his head. "Y'r too nice. How de hell is it y' aint dead yet, mon bijou?"

That was as much of an agreement as Spencer was going to get. He smiled warmly. "I have you to watch my back."

"Damn straight. Now eat y'r breakfast."