When they finished breakfast, the group of them gathered at the car. Castiel and Gabriel didn't join them this time, though. "We'll meet up with you." Gabriel told them. "Cassie and I gotta go check something out. Spencer, Remy, there's a gift for you in the backseat." With no more than that, the two of them were gone. That left Spencer and Remy alone in the backseat. When they climbed in, Spencer found a bag sitting on the seat that hadn't been there before. He looked down inside once he'd buckled himself in and found a laptop and what looked to be a Kindle. The Kindle was labeled with a sticky note that said 'Spencer' while the laptop carried one that said 'Remy'.

"A Kindle and a laptop?" Sam asked curiously, looking back over the seat.

Remy shrugged his shoulders, grabbing the laptop and opening it in his lap. "Dat works f' Remy. He was gonna ask t' borrow one." Looking over, he saw the confusion on Spencer's face as he held the Kindle and he let out a low chuckle. Then he reached out and pressed the button on the top to power it on. "One of dese days, Remy's gonna teach y' bout electronics, just y' wait and see."

Heat flooded Spencer's cheeks. "I knew how to turn it on!"

"Sure y' did, cher. Sure y' did."

"Are Kindles those electronic book things?" Dean asked, starting the car up.

"They are." Sam said. "I've been wanting to get one, really. They can hold a lot of books all in one spot. But what kind of books did Gabe think you should be reading?"

It took a second for Spencer to figure out how to open things up. Once he did, he ran his eyes over what he found inside. "It looks like there's a bunch of X-Men comics in here, and some books by someone named…Carver Edlund?"

He hadn't expected the reaction that he got from the front seat of the car. Sam groaned while Dean immediately started to curse. "No way!" Dean snapped, glaring over at Sam and then up at Spencer through the rearview mirror. "No freaking way!"

The reaction was over the top enough that both Spencer and Remy were staring at the two brothers.

Sam turned around in his seat enough to be able to look at them as he explained. "Carver is the pen name for a guy we know, Chuck. He's…well, he's a prophet of the Lord. The one in charge of writing what the angels call the Winchester Gospels. Basically, those books are Dean and I's life story. Chuck saw it all through visions and wrote it down and then published them as a book series called Supernatural. Which Gabe apparently thought you needed to read."

"I'm gonna kick that pipsqueak's ass." Dean snarled.

Spencer looked down at the Kindle with renewed interest. Remy, however, arched an eyebrow at the brothers and smirked, never one to be able to resist needling someone. "Sounds like a fair deal t' Remy." When that earned him more curses and a surprised 'What?' from Sam, he added "From de sounds of t'ings, y'all know all about Remy. Y' got his whole life story tol' in fuckin' comics, oui? Only seems fair dat we get to know somet'ing 'bout de two of y'. Evens out de playing field."

That didn't have any argument for that. Dean continued to grumble, but from observation so far, Spencer had a feeling that this was just kind of a normal state of being for him. Sam just went quiet. Mentally shrugging, Spencer opened up the first book of the series and started to read, unable to deny his curiosity. He could understand their reticence on this; the idea of someone reading his life story was enough to make him shiver. But like Remy said, these guys knew all about Remy, it appeared. It was only fair that they know about them. And besides, this would hopefully help Spencer get a better understanding of the supernatural styled world that they lived in.

For the next twenty minutes, there was silence in the backseat of the car. Spencer didn't really stop to question the fact that they hadn't gone back to the motel. He'd had a feeling they would just head straight out after breakfast.

After finishing the first book, he took a break to let things settle in, wanting to process some of the insanity that he'd just read. Instead, he flipped to the comics and immersed himself in reading those, letting himself see his partner through the viewpoint of the people in this world. It was interesting to say the least.

He took a break from his reading to sneak a glance up at Remy, though. He found his partner engrossed with whatever he was looking at on the laptop. "What're you looking up?"

Remy didn't look away from the screen to reply. "Seeing where y' are in dis world."

"Mm. Nosey."

"Duh."

Spencer snorted at the sassy reply. "You've been spending far too much time around Jubilee. Last time I checked, you were not a teenage girl. There's no call for you to be talking like one."

That had Remy looking up at him long enough to wink. "Y'd know."

A groan from the front seat told Spencer that comment had been heard. Flushing, Spencer dropped his eyes to the comic again, resolutely not looking at anyone else. "You know, these comics aren't entirely accurate. They don't manage to portray your amazing abilities of annoyance quite strongly enough."

"Aww.Désolé, mon bijou. Looks like y' don't quite make it in dis world." Remy tipped his head toward Spencer and offered him an apologetic smile. "De Reid family passed away in a car wreck when y' was only t'ree years old."

"Hm." Spencer looked at him for a moment before shrugging and turning his attention back to the comic in his hands. "At least I'm real."

"Hey! Remy's better dan real here. He's a superhero! Kids all over love Remy!"

Spencer scoffed and turned the page, not even looking up. "They idolize a group of costume wearing vigilantes. You can keep your leather squad, thank you very much, LeBeau."

The familiar teasing worked well to ease the both of them. Remy rolled his eyes at the 'leather squad' comment and fired back "Yeah, cause being a Fed is so much better, cher. Non merci." Then his grin flashed up at Spencer. "Just admit it, y'r jealous. Y'r jealous y' aint in de comics with de rest of us. Y'r sitting over dere, seething, wishing y' was as cool as us."

"As cool as…now see here!" All pretense of looking at the comic was abandoned. Spencer spun in his seat to glare at his partner. At the sight of Remy's grin, he let out an aggravated sigh. "You are the single most exasperating being, you know that, don't you?"

"Mais y' love me anyways."

"Yes, well, we all have our faults, don't we?" Spencer shot back. He turned toward the front and caught Sam watching him and trying not to laugh. A light blush tinted Spencer's cheeks. "Ignore him, please. He's easily amused and has made it one of his pastimes in life to find ways to irritate me. If his prattle is bothering you, I can Taser him with a touch and knock him out for a while." He cast a sideways glare at his partner. "Unconsciousness is about the only way to silence him."

Remy tipped his head enough that his shades slid down, allowing him to bat his lashes at Spencer. "Just try it, mon bijou." He said oh-so-sweetly. "We'll see who charges faster. Y' or me. Y' ever had y'r shorts explode on y'?"

"Hey!" Dean called out loudly. "No exploding or electrocuting things in Baby. You guys do anything to hurt her and I'll take it out of both of you."

The threat made Remy scoff at him. "Merde, homme. Y' t'ink Remy gonna do anyt'ing to damage dis beauty? 'Sides, if Remy damages her, he aint never gonna be able to convince y' to let him drive her."

"In your dreams, pal."

"Why would Remy dream 'bout somet'ing like dat?" Remy asked innocently. He flashed a grin that was just a little bit wicked. "Rather dream bout other t'ings, y'know?" Before anyone could respond to that, Remy let out a laugh, bright and full of good humor. Then he was spinning the laptop towards Spencer to show him a picture of—who the hell was that? "Look at dat, cher! Dat's de homme dey got playing Wolvie. Wolvie!"

Spencer couldn't help it. Laughter bubbled out of him as he looked at the man that was chosen to represent one of his closest friends. "Don't they realize that Logan's one of the shortest people in the house?"

"He makes up f' it in attitude."

Snickering, Spencer shook his head again and then turned back to the Kindle he still held. Relaxed now, he was ready to move on to the second book. The car went quiet once more as Spencer settled in.

By the time they arrived at their destination—a salvage yard, it appeared—all four occupants were quite ready to get out. Three of them were quite ready to get out and leave one behind. Spencer pinched the bridge of his nose as he straightened out of the car, hearing Remy's chattering still going behind him. He shut his door and looked up to see Dean standing there with an exasperated look on his face, watching as Remy kept talking to poor Sam, not even paying attention to the fact that the man was very obviously trying to ignore him. "I swear, I don't know how you haven't killed him yet." Dean grumbled.

Spencer let out a long-suffering sigh. "It's been a close thing once or twice. It helps, knowing why he's acting this way, though. Not much, but it does help. Still," Pausing, Spencer drew in a breath and calmed his nerves. Then he fixed on his most authoritative voice and said "Remy, that is enough." He watched his partner stop in mid-sentence, his head snapping over towards Spencer as he registered the tone that Spencer very rarely ever got with him. Sure that he had Remy's attention, Spencer softened his tone ever so slightly, letting some of his love seep in to temper it. "Leave Sam alone so that his ears get a chance to recover. Help get the bags and we'll go inside and be polite guests. Behave, and I promise I'll spar with you as soon as we can politely take a step outside. All right?"

"Oui." There was obvious relief on Remy's face at Spencer's promise. Even the other two could see the slight change in that energy Remy had been exuding. It wasn't less, it was just, contained a little more.

Spencer nodded at him. "Good. Now, the bags, please?"

While Remy followed Sam to the trunk, with Sam pausing to catch the keys that Dean threw him, the older Winchester gave Spencer a slightly admiring look. "Nice work there, kid."

"Not really." Spencer said with a shrug. "I just know him well. You know someone long enough, you learn how they act, how they think, how they feel. Right now Remy's showing all the signs of energy overload. He just needs an outlet. Sparring will provide that for him." He looked over at Dean and smiled slightly. "Remy uses kinetic energy to make those 'bombs' of his, which means he's got that energy in him all the time, making his body perfectly geared for motion. When he can't let it out, he gets antsy."

"Well let's get you introduced to Bobby before anyone starts throwing down."

Being introduced to this Bobby was a bit of an interesting experience. The gruff, scruffy looking man scowled at them as they made their way inside his house—they were only allowed as far as the kitchen, where the boys grabbed a few beers—and that scowl only grew as Sam and Dean explained everything. The glare on his face didn't exactly put Remy at ease, so it wasn't any real surprise when the Cajun kept them on their feet instead of taking the offered seat, or when he angled them that they had the cleanest shot towards the door.

"Comic book characters?" Bobby repeated when their story was done. He looked over at the two and raised his eyebrows. In response, Remy smirked, leaning to prop one shoulder against the wall.

"Cas and Gabe confirmed it." Sam said.

That took the wind out of the older man's sails. Whatever protest he'd been building died on his lips. "Well, hell." Huffing, he turned his glare to the brothers. "You two don't never get the easy shit, do you? How the hell are we supposed to find this 'Sinister' guy?"

"I've got a few ideas on that." Spencer piped up. He'd been standing quietly at Remy's side this whole time, but now he took a small step forward, trying not to shift around when all eyes turned on him. "We talked before about looking into places that we know are familiar to him, places he knows are safe, and so I put together a list while we were in the car. But I also wrote down a list of all the names that I know Sinister goes by, every variation I know he's used." He pulled the papers out of his pocket. Earlier in the car he'd borrowed paper and pen from one of Remy's jacket pockets. "When Remy was looking us up earlier on the laptop, I got to thinking that Sinister might be doing the same thing, so I figured we could as well. I mean, if Remy's a comic book character, mostly likely Sinister is too, so there shouldn't be another version of him around here. But even if there's not, he'll still create himself an identity, and he's got enough of an ego that he won't be able to resist a name that's at least similar to his own." He handed the list over to Sam, who started looking over it earnestly, eyes scanning the names. Spencer shrugged a little as he stepped back by Remy. "I mean, I know it'll take a little bit before he gets established enough for a name to show, and I do hope we catch him before then, but I'm also afraid that that's not all that likely. Sinister is brilliant, which makes him even more dangerous. I don't see us finding him right away. But at the same time, he won't cause serious trouble right away, either. He's a scientist at heart. He'll learn and study and explore, and judging by what I read in those books, there are monsters aplenty for him to learn from."

"So you think he's gonna, what, set up shop and start studying monsters?" Dean asked.

Remy shrugged one shoulder and then draped his arm around Spencer's shoulders, drawing him in close. "Y' could argue and say dat dat's essentially what he done in our world, too. It's kinda his t'ing."

"It might occupy him enough to keep the human population safe while we hunt for him." Spencer told them. "Sinister is very good at thinking long term. He'll either be planning a way to get home, or studying here somehow, but either option will take time and planning, and he's good at that. He'll keep a low profile."

"So we don't have to worry about mass murder." Sam said, sounding a little relieved.

"Why don't we take a look at those places you got listed and see if we can't stop him before any of the rest of it becomes an issue." Bobby suggested. "Boys, why don't you look on the computer, or see if your angels wanna go take a look around. Let's get to work and try to help these boys get back home."

They took their group into the living room to start their research. When they stepped into the room, Spencer found himself standing up just a little bit straighter, his interest caught. His eyes ran over the shelves of books, the stacks of them, all the papers piled up everywhere, and something in him relaxed just the slightest bit. This was a place that he could get comfortable. This was the kind of place he could curl up on the couch with a stack of books and truly make himself at home. These books—there were so many of them packed into this one room. Books that he'd never heard of before, never knew existed. Would they even exist in his world? Imagine, a whole set of books that he wouldn't ever be able to see when they went back home! A whole wealth of knowledge that wasn't available to him back home. A thought hit him and he couldn't help but instantly be curious. Were the books here the same as the ones back home? If he found a copy of, say, The Hobbit, would it be the same? Would they even have it here? His fingers itched to dig through the shelves and find a book he knew so he could test that theory. Hell, they itched to just grab a book, any book, and start reading.

He hadn't noticed how much he'd zoned off looking around him. Beside him, Remy watched it all with an indulgent smile while the others were watching him sort of curiously. Remy caught their looks and his smile grew a little more. "Dere aint nowhere Spencer's happier dan wit' books."

Remy's voice seemed to draw Spencer back to himself and he looked sheepishly to the others as he realized that he'd been caught out staring. "I'm sorry. It's just…would you mind if I took a look at a few, maybe? I promise, I won't mess with your organizational system at all."

"Have at it." Bobby told him. "Just be careful. Some of em are a bit fragile."

The way Spencer's face lit up was like a kid at Christmas. In short order he had a small stack of books and had folded himself down to the ground against the wall, three books stacked beside him and one open in his hand. His finger touched the top of the page and smoothly traveled down one, doing the same to the other, and then he was flipping the page. Remy watched him through ha few pages and couldn't help but chuckle a little. "Well, dat should keep him busy f' a few hours, at least, 'less you got another room of books round here somewhere. Least it gives him somet'ing to do. He's useless when it comes to looking up t'ings on de internet anyways. Remy'll help y'all wit' dat while Spencer reads."

"Is he looking for something?" Dean asked. He was watching Spencer flip page after page.

Well used to people's reactions to Spencer's reading, Remy explained for him the same way he had countless times over the years. "Non. He really can read dat fast. De last time he was tested, he clocked in at twenty t'ousand words a minute."

Bobby let out a low whistle. "Damn."

"Oui. Spencer won't never admit it, mais he's a genius."

From his spot on the floor, Spencer called out a low "Remy…"

"Shut up, mon amour." Rolling his eyes, Remy smirked. "Ignore him. He doesn't believe dat 'intelligence can be accurately quantified'. What he won't tell y' is dat he's got an IQ of 187 and an eidetic memory. He's got t'ree Ph.D.'s dat he earned b'fore he was twenty, an t'ree B.A.'s. He's de smartest homme Remy knows." Grinning, he turned away from Spencer and back to the others. "Anyways—de research. Y' wanna split de locations list? Remy can look up some on de laptop. He's good at research."

A few hours of research yielded nothing. None of the sites they looked up had any indication of anyone being there, not even when the angels went and took a look around. But, as Spencer pointed out, "He just arrived, too, and there's a chance he was just as drained as I was. He might be holed up somewhere healing first. We should check these places again in a week."

Doing hours' worth of research hadn't helped Remy's energy problem. He was almost vibrating in the spot on the floor that he'd set up on. He'd picked there to be close to Spencer and because he'd been driving the others crazy with his constant twitching and moving and shuffling and countless other things he did because he wasn't able to be still.

It was Dean who finally had enough of his fidgeting, even from a distance. "Okay, that's it." He growled out, closing the book he'd been looking at and glaring over at Remy. "You're worse than Gabriel. Go run laps, spar with your boyfriend, whatever. Just, anything to stop all that damn wiggling! I can hear you tapping and it's driving me crazy!"

Remy's eyes lit up at the word 'spar' and he spun towards Spencer. The genius calmly finished the page he was on and carefully placed a slip of paper in to act as a page marker. Then he held a hand out to Remy, who quickly shoved up and then grabbed Spencer's hand, yanking him up too. Spencer looked over at the brothers and Bobby. "Is there somewhere that's open enough for us to spar at?"

"Yeah, just right outside." Dean said, rising from the couch. "I'll show you."

"You don't have to. I'm sure we can find it."

Dean flashed him a grin. "Oh, no, this I gotta see." Behind him, Sam rose as well, nodding. Even Bobby was standing up to join them.

Spencer shrugged. "If you want."

They followed them outside, Remy almost vibrating beside him, until they reached an open part of the salvage yard that would have plenty of room for them to work. Spencer looked around and nodded. This was perfect. Now, if only he had something that he could use as a weapon. Remy was never without his Bo but Spencer hadn't had anything like that on him when everything happened. He'd only had his powers as a weapon and he wanted this fight to be without the active use of their powers. It didn't look like there was anything around that he could use effectively as a staff, though. When he scanned again, he noticed that it wasn't just the Winchesters and Bobby anymore; the angels had joined them at some point. Spencer hesitated only for a second before he decided that it couldn't hurt to ask. "Gabriel?"

The archangel lifted his eyebrows. He looked slightly curious. "What's up, kiddo?"

"I hate to ask, but do you think you could make or get us a pair of practice staffs? I don't have the Bo that Remy got for me. If you could, I'd really appreciate it."

Gabriel's expression smoothed out at the polite request and he smiled. Instead of answering with words, he lifted a hand and snapped, and a staff appeared in each of their hands. Perfect.

Remy shed his coat, tossing it onto the hood of a nearby car—and it didn't escape Spencer's notice that he did it on the side opposite of their spectators, as far from the mas possible—and then he moved out to the middle. This was going to be an interesting fight. Remy needed to let his energy out and Spencer also admitted that it would probably do a bit of good for their allies here to know what they were capable of and that they weren't helpless. Remy might argue for now showing all their skills right away but Spencer figured it was better for them all to have an understanding of one another.

"No active powers." Spencer called out to his lover.

Remy nodded his agreement. "D'accord."

When they were the appropriate distance apart, they faced one another and took their bow, each shielding their link as they did so neither would have that advantage. Spencer knew what his partner needed right now and he knew it wasn't some calm, clinical spar. He needed something that would get the blood pumping, the heart racing. He needed something to let out that energy that was inside of him before he blew himself and everything around him sky high. That knowledge prompted Spencer to be slightly more bold than normal. He didn't wait and draw Remy in as he usually did at the start of a fight. As soon as they straightened, Spencer attacked. He saw the surprise flash over Remy's face just seconds before the man reacted, mostly dodging the initial blow. He straightened back up wearing a sharp grin. The fight was on.

Off on the sidelines the three humans watched with shock on their faces. This was nothing like what they'd been expecting. The two brothers had seen a hint of Remy's fighting when they'd first met the man. But nothing like this. As for Spencer, well, not a one of them had thought he had anything like this in him. Like so many people before them, they'd thought Spencer the weaker of the two. One in need of defending. It was an image Spencer knew he couldn't seem to change about himself and so he'd learned to use it.

They fought for longer than their spectators had figured. Spencer was giving Remy a real run for his money, making him work for this fight, helping to burn out the energy and the stress that were churning in him just as he'd done plenty of times before. With as wired as Remy was, Spencer didn't actually expect to win their match—he so rarely did—so it was a bit of a surprise when he saw an opening. Still, he was well trained by Scott, Logan and Remy, plus brotherly scuffles with Alex. He knew how to take advantage of any opening given to him. With one quick move, he had Remy's legs out from under him and was down on one knee, the tip of his Bo pressed firmly against the hollow of Remy's throat. Just to amuse them both, he let his charge build visibly on his hands and just barely on to the staff. His smile grew into a smirk. "What is it you always say to people here, Rem? Bang, you dead."

Applause and even what sounded like a catcall came from their audience.

Remy snorted out a laugh and dropped his hands to the side, tapping the ground. He was still laughing as he teased "Don't try an sound like Remy, cher. Sounds strange, comin' from y'r mouth."

"It sounds strange coming from yours as well." Spencer told him dryly. He pulled his staff away and set it down beside Remy's. Then he pushed up to his feet and smiled down at him, holding one hand out.

He was caught completely off guard when Remy surged up from the ground and caught him in the gut with one shoulder. He wasn't aiming to knock him down, though. The exact opposite. He grabbed around the back of Spencer's legs and then hoisted him up until he was draped over Remy's shoulder. The genius grabbed at his coat and let out a sound that was very much not a squeak. "Remy, put me down, dammit! Put me down right this instant!"

Laughing, Remy adjusted his hold and then darted over to the shed nearby where he'd seen something before…ah!

Spencer's eyes went wide when he saw what his partner was grabbing. There was a hose attached to the wall there and the Cajun was already swirling the knob to turn it on. "Y'r lookin' kinda filthy, mon bijou. What kinda t'ief would Remy be if he didn't clean up his jewels none, huh?"

"Don't you dare. Remy Etienne LeBeau, don't you dare do—ah!" Spencer's loud shout echoed through the yard as Remy cheerfully turned the spray of water on him.

Watching as Remy thoroughly soaked his partner, in turn soaking his own backside, Dean shook his head. "I'll tell you one thing I'm learning about those two—they're ridiculous."

A hint of a smile touched Castiel's lips. "They appear to be having fun. Their souls shine brightly when they're together.

"They're adorable." Gabriel countered cheerfully. "Like little puppies!"

Sam smirked at him and shook his head but he didn't disagree. He couldn't help adding "You know what makes it even better?"

"What?"

"Spencer could've, by his own words, Tasered him at any time to make him stop."

It took a second for that realization to sink in. For them all to catch on to the fact that Spencer could've saved himself from this, and hadn't. He'd let his partner turn the hose on him and was continuing to do so.

Gabriel's grin grew wider. "See! Adorable!" He turned to smack his hand against Sam's arm and scowl at him. "Why don't we have water fights like that, Sammy?"

And that was how Sam, Gabriel, Remy, Spencer, and even Castiel and Dean ended up running around Singer's Salvage with water guns that Gabriel had snapped into existence. Bobby watched them all and gave a fond shake of his head, muttering "Idjits" before he headed back in the house. There was no way in hell he was getting soaked in this.