The sparring match and impromptu water fight helped to burn out quite a bit of Remy's energy and it wasn't that difficult for him to devote himself to researching once they got back inside the house. Really, though, there was only so much research they could do, only so many things to look at until Sinister surfaced somewhere. They had enough to barely get them through their first day at Bobby's house, but neither man hesitated to take an early bedtime that night just to step back from it all. Even Spencer was ready to let things go for a bit. When Bobby offered them a guest room upstairs, they happily took him up on it and went up together and they didn't come down again until morning.

Just like before, Remy was up before Spencer. When he managed to extract himself from bed and rose up beside it to stretch himself out. He was about to head out in search of the bathroom when he almost tripped over a bag on the floor. Curiosity had him scooping it up and looking inside. What he found made him grin. It was a bag of clothes—clothes that looked to be in his and Spencer's size. He pulled out a pair of jeans, boxers, and a tank top and made his way out into the hall and then into the bathroom.

One quick shower later—in which he unashamedly made use of the soaps already in there—and he was making his way down the stairs, the jeans and his shoes already back on and his shirt hanging out his back pocket.

The two angels and Dean were sitting together in the kitchen at a table that looked a bit bigger than the one that had been there last night. Pushing up his sunglasses, Remy grinned at them as they looked up. "Bonjour, mes amis."

"Good morning." Castiel greeted him. Beside him, Dean looked up and scowled a little. "Dude, put a shirt on."

"Or don't." Gabriel added in quickly. He smirked around the sucker in his mouth and deliberately ran his eyes over Remy from head to toe and back again. "I always did like breakfast and a show."

Even though Castiel gave his brother a chiding look and Dean scowled, the teasing only made Remy laugh. He recognized in Gabriel bits of himself. The teasing, the flirting, the devil-may-care attitude, and the absolute loyalty. He knew the archangel's comments weren't meant to be taken seriously. It was just the same as Remy flirting. The Cajun could appreciate a good form and Spencer knew that. But Spencer knew that Remy wasn't going to do anything about any attraction he felt to someone else. He knew Remy loved him and wasn't going to stray. Remy had a feeling Sam and Gabriel worked the same way. Because of that, he had no qualms about tipping his sunglasses down enough to wink at him. "Remy's always happy to be of service, M. Ange." He put an extra sway to his hips while he made his way over to the coffee pot.

"Where's Spencer?" Dean asked just a bit sharply.

Remy had to smirk at the tone. He knew what Dean was doing, trying to remind him of his partner. His smirk faltered a little though as he thought of the man still sleeping upstairs. Last night hadn't been all that easy for the genius. Without something pressing for them to actually be doing, that giant brain of his was dwelling, and he wasn't up for talking about it yet. He hadn't told Remy yet about anything that had happened while he was with Sinister. Eventually, the Cajun was going to have to pull it out of him, because he knew how Spencer could dwell on things and how they could stick pretty damn hard in that head of his. It'd made it hard for him to get to sleep last night and Remy had woken him up twice when he noticed nightmares starting. He didn't let his worry show in his tone, though. "He's still sleepin'." Turning with his mug of coffee in hand, he flashed a smile at them all. "Y'all got any'ting to cook wit' round here? Remy's in de mood to make a proper breakfast. M' boy's too skinny; he needs some real food."

A finger snap and the counter was suddenly covered with everything Remy would need to make what he considered a proper breakfast. The dirty dishes that had been on the counter were gone, too, stacked clean on a towel nearby. Remy looked at it all and then back to Gabriel. "Dat must come in handy a whole helluva lot. Merci. Saves Remy from havin' to wash t'ings up."

"No prob." Gabriel said easily.

The scowl Dean wore grew deeper. He turned his glare over to Gabriel now, though, instead of Remy. "Dude, you never do that for us. You always make us clean up our own stuff."

Pulling his sucker out of his mouth, the archangel used it to point at Dean. "You have no manners." The sucker moved to point at Remy next. "He says nice things like please and thank you. And he looks pretty while he does it." He popped the sucker back into his mouth and grinned around the stick.

Castiel's expression turned defensive. "Dean is very attractive as well."

Color filled Dean's cheeks while the kitchen echoed with both Gabriel and Remy's laughter.

That was the scene that Sam walked in on. Dean blushing, Castiel looking confused, Gabriel laughing delightedly, and Remy chuckling as he cooked. The younger Winchester looked around with confusion for a brief moment, his face still sleepy. Remy took pity on him and gestured him over towards the table. "Go on an sit down, Sammy. Remy'll bring y' y'r coffee."

"Don't call me Sammy." Sam mumbled automatically. Still, he moved over to the table and dropped down into a chair next to Gabriel, stealing a quick good morning kiss that was happily returned. When Remy brought over a cup of coffee, plus what he'd need to mix it up proper for himself, Sam looked up at him and then over at the others. "Why is there a half-naked man bringing me coffee in Bobby's kitchen?"

"Cause Deano's head would explode if he did it naked." Gabriel quipped, managing to perfectly convey with his tone just how disappointing he found that.

Sam snorted a laugh and shrugged his shoulder. When he looked up, Remy had his shades down enough to wink at him, and it made Sam smile. "Oh well." The younger Winchester said, adding sugar to his coffee. "Appreciate what you get, right?"

Remy wasn't sure which was funnier—Sam's comment and flirtatious wink he sent Remy's way, or the scandalized look on Dean's face. Remy pointed a spatula in Sam's direction. "Knew dere was a reason Remy liked y'."

He laughed as he went back to cooking.

By the time breakfast was done, Bobby had appeared, shaking his head and growling at them for making too much noise. It didn't stop the stories or the laughter, though. Remy—with his shirt on, at Bobby's order—sat down at the table and was eating his own plate of food, grinning proudly at the compliments his meal received. Through his link with Spencer, he felt as the genius woke up, and he felt him as he headed to the shower. When it felt like Spencer was just about done, the Cajun pushed up from his seat and started to prepare another plate as well as a cup of coffee. He'd just set them down and taken his seat once more when Spencer made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen.

A look at his face and Remy had to squash down the worry. Damn. Spencer must've been blocking off part of their link for Remy to not have sensed this beforehand. There was no way he could hide the tightness to his face or the slight twitch to his fingers. Things that the others might not notice or understand but that spoke volumes to Remy. He would've been able to judge more but Spencer had his contacts in so his eyes were the murky brown that Remy really wasn't all that fond of.

He held a hand out and once Spencer got close, caught him and drew him into his lap. It was another warning sign when Spencer didn't even mock-protest. He just dropped onto Remy's lap and immediately leaned back into him. Bless the others; they must've sensed something, because Sam continued on with his story, only giving Spencer a small smile in greeting but otherwise not drawing attention to him. The others did the same. It allowed Spencer to snuggle in just the slightest bit against his partner without fear of being stared at.

Remy lifted the mug off the table with his free hand, his other arm securely around Spencer's waist, and handed it to his partner. "Here, cher, jus' de way y' like it."

"Mm." Spencer gave him a kiss of thanks. "You should've got me up. I didn't mean to sleep so late."

"Y' needed it."

That was all they said to each other and all that needed to be said. Spencer settled in comfortably on Remy's lap, with a little encouragement, ate what was on his plate. Smiling, Remy laid his head against Spencer's shoulder and tuned his focus back to the table, catching in about halfway through a story Gabriel was telling about one of his many pranks. Spencer had explained a lot of what he found in the books to Remy, so the Cajun had a bit of an idea about the Trickster part of the archangel's personality. As he listened to Gabriel wrap up the story, he couldn't help how big his own grin had gotten. It didn't go unnoticed, either.

Spencer twisted enough to look down at him and there was good humor in his face, erasing some of the stress lines there. "No, Remy."

Remy's grin didn't even falter. It grew wider, actually. "What about M. Chat?"

"No, Remy." Spencer repeated. Everyone was turned towards them now.

"Aw, c'mon cher. If dere's any soul out dere dat deserves it, it'd be him."

"Attempting that would mean that he was actually capable of learning anything. Or caring." Spencer shook his head. None of them missed the small shiver he gave, though, no matter how calm his mask was.

Reaching discreetly, Remy laid a hand on Spencer's thigh. Just a simple touch and yet it was easy to see how it instantly settled the genius. Remy never once lost his smile. "Maybe he aint, mais y' gotta admit, it'd be fun to watch, oui? Maybe turn him into a petit chaton." The image had him laughing. "Can y' see it? Wit' de lil whiskers an everyt'ing."

"Who're you talking about?" Sam asked curiously.

Oh, that was right, Sam was the one there that actually knew something about them. Reminded of that, Remy looked up and hoped to get someone on his side. "Creed."

The look on Sam's face shared his agreement even before he spoke. "Yeah, I'd have to agree. If anyone deserves it, it'd be him."

"Who is this Creed?" Dean asked them.

"Sabretooth." Sam explained, and that seemed to make it make a bit of sense for his brother. "A real psychopath."

Remy smothered a chuckle because he knew what was coming next. Sure enough… "No. Victor Creed exhibits more sociopathic tendencies than psychopathic." Spencer said. He laid down his fork to pick up his mug once more, cradling it in his hands. "In the fifth edition of the DSM-5, sociopathy and psychopathy are both listed under Antisocial Personality Disorders and as such they share many common behavioral traits. However, there are key differences. Sociopaths, in general, tend to be more impulsive and erratic in their behavior. Their crimes tend to be largely unplanned, with little regard to consequences. They're what we'd classify as 'disorganized' killers, more prone to agitation and anger, sometimes resulting in violent outbursts. Of course, all of this is a popular debate, and many people actually believe the two words are interchangeable." He went back to drinking his coffee, not really pay any attention to the strange looks that he was getting.

"Dude." Dean drawled out, looking at Spencer like he wasn't quite sure what the hell to make of him.

Snickering, Remy gave his partner a squeeze. "What'd Scotty tell y', cher? No lecturing people b'fore breakfast."

"This isn't before breakfast. We're all here, eating." Spencer pointed out. "Besides, Scott isn't, in case you didn't notice. My brother can only dictate my actions when I'm at his table, and he's lucky if he's even able to do it then. I refuse to abide by his ridiculous standards when he isn't even present."

"Wait a second." Sam interrupted carefully. He'd set his own cup down and was looking right at Spencer. "Are you talking about Scott…Summers. Cyclops?"

Dean huffed at that. "Cyclops." He said derisively, like the name pained him.

Spencer nodded. "I noticed that your comics don't show that. They have Scott's story quite different than the truth. There was no crash. At least, not of that kind. Our mother crashed her car while pregnant with me." There was only a hint of an ache to Spencer's words, one that Remy felt along their link. But Spencer had never known his mother and any real grief he felt over it was mostly the grief he'd picked up from his brothers, or the sorrow he felt for them. "Our father kept the boys with him and I was adopted by my mother's cousin, Diana Reid, and her husband. We got to see each other in the summertime, though." He smiled at that, mostly likely thinking of his memories of those summers, and as usual he missed the looks that his words got him. Remy was well used to the way that Spencer spoke about his past. The forthright way he described what others would've been bitter or hurt about if they were in his shoes. Remy had comes to terms with the fact that Spencer just didn't see it as a problem. To him, this was his life, it had happened, and nothing was going to change that, so why bother being upset about it?

"Scotty one of dem protective big brothers, too." Remy added, drawing the attention off Spencer and to him. "Took some time an a bit of de charm to get him to relax about it."

Spencer turned immediately to stare at him in surprise. "You used your charm on him?"

"Mais oui. Used anyt'ing to get him to calm down, mon bijou."

"So your charm, it's an actual power?" Sam asked eagerly. He had a Spencer-like look of excitement at new knowledge that Remy couldn't resist on his partner and, terrifyingly, found he couldn't resist on this mammoth of a man either. Remy scowled over at him. "Oh, dat's not fair, usin' dat face. Bad enough dat Spencer does dat t' me. Aint fair dat y' can too."

"He's disgustingly good at it, isn't he?" Gabriel chimed in, speaking up for the first time in a while. He smiled fondly at Sam.

"Oui." Remy scowled a moment longer. Then he rolled his eyes and let his lips curve again. "M' charm's a power, oui. Kind of like Penny's empathy, jus', a bit different. Remy can only feel a lil bit, mais he can make y' feel somet'ing. Make y' wanna listen. Make y' like him."

"You can make someone like you?" Bobby asked. He was sitting up straight and much more on alert than before.

Remy had planned on getting this out of the way at some point. Especially since they had these damn comics that told them so much about them. Better to just get this done with now, then. "Oui, mais maybe not in de sense y'r t'inkin, ol' man. Low key, it just makes y' wanna listen. Doesn't make y' do not'ing y' don't wanna do. Can't use it to make y' all do what Remy wants, t'ough. He aint manipulating y', if dat's what y'r afraid of. If Remy was, we'd all be a whole lot more naked right now."

"His charm has a strong sexual pull." Spencer explained, cutting in when he saw they weren't quite understanding. "When he lets it out in small doses, it just encourages you to like his words, to relax and listen to him. It makes you more amenable to him. When it comes out stronger, or concentrated, it makes people want him sexually."

Seeing their surprise, a smug grin stretched Remy's lips. "Remy can prove it." He challenged.

It wasn't any real surprise when Dean took him up on it.

Sighing, Spencer looked down at Remy. He reached up, brushing his fingertips soothingly against Remy's cheek and then tucking a bit of hair behind his ear. "Go ahead, if you want. I've got your back."

Remy smiled his appreciation. "Y' best not touch me den, mon chou."

He waited until Spencer moved over to the chair next to him, which Gabriel had snapped up. Once his lover was off his lap, Remy brought his focus over to Dean and every inch of his posture changed. While the charm was its own power, it was stronger if Remy did other things to help it along. Little things like his posture, a smile, a look in his eyes, or tiny little touches so that there was the added slam of skin to skin. He tipped his head and let his lips curve in a sultry little hint of a smile, a sort of coy flirt. The first stirrings of Remy's charm fluttered out and Spencer was the only one to pick up on it right away. He was attuned to it, familiar with it, and easily recognized even the light touch of it. "So y' want a sample of m' power, M. Winchester?" Remy's voice lowered to a flirtatious purr, his accent more liquid now, flowing over his words like warmed whiskey. "It aint a t'ing to take lightly, y' know. Power, now, it's a dangerous t'ing. Mais a tough boy like y', y' like a bit of danger, oui? It can make t'ings fun." He tipped his head just enough to wink over the top of his sunglasses as he put an extra purr on the word 'fun'.

Humor tickled the back of Spencer's throat as he watched Dean stare at Remy with obvious surprise. The Cajun leaned forward, one finger coming out to run along the rim of his coffee mug in a gesture that was far more sexual than anything had a right to be. The charm coming off of Remy grew stronger with each passing second. It was starting to work, too. Almost against his will Dean's eyes were drawn down to that gesture. They snapped back up when Remy let out a husky chuckle. "Problems, cher?"

Dean visibly swallowed down the lump in his throat. "No." He insisted in a voice that shook only slightly.

Leaning forward, Remy upped the charm a little more and he lifted his hand from his glass, reaching out to lay just his fingertips against Dean's wrist. Even that little touch had Dean giving a full bodied shudder. Remy could see his pupils dilating, heard the soft intake of breath, and he let out another low chuckle. "Are y' sure about dat?"

It wasn't just Dean that was affected now. Bobby had leaned back, like he was drawing away from it, but Sam was showing signs as well and both Gabriel and Castiel were watching Remy now; Castiel with a flat, disapproving look, and Gabriel with an expression of calculation and open amusement.

From where he watched in his seat, Spencer wasn't worried about them, though. He was keeping a close eye on Remy. Using his charm was something that he didn't always have the most perfect control over and the last thing they needed was to create any real trouble. It was time to stop this before it seriously got out of control. "Remy."

Just the sound of his name was enough to have Remy drawing his hand back from Dean's wrist and turning his whole attention towards Spencer. That one look and Spencer knew that Remy's control was shakier than he'd thought. He knew one surefire way to help it. Without hesitation, he pushed out of his chair and climbed right back into Remy's lap. Remy responded immediately, shifting back a little and opening his arms, always happy to have Spencer with him. It worked to cut the charm off from the rest of the table. All of Remy's attention was focused on him now and his charm followed that sharp attention. The skin to skin acted as a sort of conduit and the full force of Remy's charm hit him like a blast straight to the gut. Or, more accurately, straight to his cock. Spencer forcibly ignored the ache and crossed his legs to hide any outward signs. He let Remy nuzzle in against his neck, grounding in their shared touch. While he did that, Spencer smiled over at Dean who was now looking stunned. Then he turned his smile to Castiel. "You might want to take your mate upstairs. I doubt he wants to try walking right now."

Laughter echoed through the kitchen as Bobby groaned and stormed away, grumbling about things he didn't want to know, and Castiel and Dean both vanished.