For the next three days the group got on rather well with each other. Spencer could admit that he was growing fond of the people in the house. As it was, he already knew it was going to be hard to leave them all behind. Even in just such a short time he'd made friends with them and so had Remy. Really, Remy made friends with everyone, so it wasn't all that surprising to see him make friends here. He got along with Gabriel in a way that scared everyone around them. Those two were far too much alike in their flirtations and their sly senses of humor and naughty jokes. The only thing that allowed Spencer to relax at all was that he'd firmly told his partner he would be sleeping alone, outside, in a car, if he attempted to play some kind of joke on him. Remy took threats like that seriously.

The Cajun got on with Sam, too, which was good, because Sam was pretty attached at the hip with Gabriel. One afternoon Sam and Remy had spent hours discussing countless topics, varying from law to voodoo. Castiel seemed to like the Cajun, too. Remy wasn't the least bit bothered by explaining things to him and he never complained when the angel didn't catch a joke or reference—he was far too used to that with Spencer. Dean took a bit longer for Remy to win over. The guy was a bit suspicious after that charm demonstration. The fact that Remy had become the unofficial house cook seemed to help, though. And Sam's suggestion that Remy bake a pie definitely hadn't hurt. When Dean had devoured half a sweet potato pie in one sitting, Remy had grinned broadly at him, and Bobby had just laughed. Bobby took to Remy surprisingly quickly. He didn't take any of his nonsense and wasn't afraid to insult him and he grinned when Remy just insulted him right back. There was respect there, though. Kind of like the respect that Spencer had seen him display towards Mattie, someone who was both 'older and wiser' as Mattie was fond of reminding Remy.

For his part, Spencer tried to stay back a little, though he was never rude about it. He just wasn't quite ready to throw himself into interacting with people quite yet. He was still working his way through some things inside of his head and his empathy still felt kind of fragile after his stay with Sinister. That was normal, after something like that. Not just because of the emotional trauma that came along with any kidnapping or imprisonment, but because any time Sinister had him, he always subjected Spencer to tests—he was a Summers, after all, and the man's obsession with the Summers bloodline was well known—and his empathy was one of the things that Sinister liked to test the most. There was no real damage done to him or anything. It just, the best description he could come up with was that it put his internal settings on 'extra sensitive'. After spending so much time with his shields locked up tight just to be safe, feeling almost nothing the whole time except for the nasty, negative emotions that were so strong they leaked past his shields, he was extremely sensitive now that he could put his shields back to normal.

Still, for all that they all got along, they were all getting antsy. None of them were used to just sitting around. It wasn't in them.

It wasn't any wonder when, on day four, Bobby came out during their breakfast and slapped a file down on the table in front of Dean. The older Winchester looked up with a bit of surprise and Bobby met his gaze head on, tapping one finger on the file. "Group of mysterious deaths in a stretch of woods in Wisconsin. Friend of mine passed it along, thought it might be a vengeful spirit."

"Why isn't this friend taking care of it?" Dean asked, though he pulled the folder close and looked at the newspaper clippings inside.

Bobby scowled down at him. "Cause they're busy, and the group of you need something to do before you drive me insane."

That had Dean's eyes snapping up. "The group of us?" He looked around the table and then back at Bobby. "You can't expect us to take them with us, Bobby. They're supposed to be in hiding until we get this figured out."

"We aint just gonna hide out here, mon ami." Remy warned him, pointing a fork at him.

"I'm not gonna go on a hunt with two civilians who don't have a clue what they're doing and who're in risk each time they go out in public!" Dean shot back. "You can't even take off your sunglasses without risking yourself and us. How're you gonna hunt, huh?"

Remy looked offended from the instant the word 'civilian' came out of Dean's mouth and it only got worse the more the man spoke. "Now just a damn minute…"

"Both of us know how to hide our eyes." Spencer interrupted, putting a hand on Remy's arm to keep him calm. He extended just a hint of a calming aura around himself to try and take down the tempers in the room that felt like little needle pricks across his skin. "We've done it our entire lives, Dean. Besides which, we wouldn't do anything to put you or your case at risk. We're not even suggesting that you drag us around with you for interviews or whatever it is that you do. But at the very least, we can help in smaller ways, and we can be there for a bit of extra muscle just in case." He softened his voice a little and looked right at Dean's eyes, something he didn't usually do with others. "You're not the only one going stir crazy. We're not the inactive type people."

"Besides, they might be helpful." Bobby chimed in. "The kid there has read pretty much most of my library. He'll be a head full of facts for ya." Pausing, he snorted. "Not like you get much of a choice. I want my house empty for a day or two. I'm booting the lot of you out, soon as breakfast is done. I want some peace!" And before they could argue, he turned around and stormed away.

That left the group all staring at one another in the now silent kitchen. "Well," Sam said, breaking the silence. "I guess we better get cleaned up."

Dean glared at them all. "Fine." He growled. Lifting a finger, he pointed it at Remy. "But you better keep your hyper ass in control and keep those sunglasses in place. And you," He moved his finger to point at Spencer now. "You better keep your partner in check. He doesn't listen to anyone else."

Smiling, Spencer nodded, understanding perfectly. It was an order Scott had given him plenty of times when Spencer was there to go with the team on a mission. He always said that Remy was best behaved when Spencer was there to keep him in line. Then again, he also said that that's when Remy was most dangerous, too, because he'd take out anyone and anything that thought they might harm Spencer. Beside him, his partner looked positively gleeful at the prospect of going anywhere.

Not everyone was going to fit into the car. That was just common sense. It also made sense that the two capable of flying would just meet up with them later on. Why they didn't just have the angels fly them straight there, Spencer didn't know. He had a feeling either one would've been willing. But he didn't say anything about it as he and Remy climbed into the backseat of the car and they set off down the road.

The first half of the trip was spent discussing the case. Watching the two brothers, Spencer couldn't help but smile. This was a familiar scene. How many times had he done this with his own team? Or watched Scotty and the others do it? This was exactly the same even if what they were going after was something different. Spencer sat back in his corner of the car and was content to just watch for the time being. He didn't have problems with long car rides and Remy could be entertaining enough if he needed. The Cajun chose the seat right next to Spencer instead of against the other door, which had made Dean scowl and Sam snicker.

They were about halfway there, Spencer estimated, when there was a tug at his senses and he looked over just seconds before Gabriel appeared in the seat next to Remy. Neither mutant jumped. Remy had noticed Spencer turning and had turned himself as well. The two smiled their greeting at the archangel. "Bonjour, mon ami. Get a little bored?" Remy asked teasingly.

Sam turned enough to smile back at his mate. "Hey, Gabe."

True to form, Gabriel leaned forward, bracing on Remy to do it, and stole a quick kiss. "Hey, Samsquatch! I can't believe you guys aren't there yet." Flopping back in his seat, he looked around him. "Cassie and I got bored waiting."

"Where's Cas at?" Dean asked, picking up on the only part of things that obviously mattered to him.

Snapping himself a sucker, Gabriel settled back against the seat. "Taking a quick trip upstairs for something or other." He reached out, one hand going up to fiddle with the bottom bits of Sam's hair. "So, I figured I'd come bug you bozos. At least you guys are pretty good for a laugh."

"Oh, merci." Remy drawled out, voice thick with amusement. "Good to know we entertain y', mon ami."

Gabriel's eyes twinkled with good humor. He gestured at Remy imperiously with one hand. "Amuse me, mortal."

Even though Spencer couldn't see Remy's face, he still knew the lascivious look that would be there, the one that went perfectly with the low purr his voice dropped to. "Now dat sounds like a fine way to pass de time."

That had Dean spluttering even as Sam turned to give the two behind him an amused look. "Clothes stay on in the car, guys. Dean's got rules against that."

"Damn right I do!" Dean warned them. "No one gets naked in my car except me!"

Spencer slapped a hand over his mouth to smother his laughter. The good humor he felt from Remy made it harder to hide. The two shared a look and Remy leaned in to kiss the side of Spencer's head, hiding his smirk against his hair. Out of the corner of his eye he watched as Gabriel winked at him and then leaned forward to stick his head between Sam and Dean's and whine. "But Deano, I'm bored. Aren't we there yet?"

Amusement filled the Cajun when he actually saw Dean twitch a little at the archangel's question. Hiding his smirk against Spencer's hair, he added in his own voice, putting on that whine that he knew drove Scott crazy. "Dean, he's touchin' m' leg!"

Immediately Gabriel spun and pouted at him. "Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am NOT!"

The music got a little louder and Spencer had to smother his laugh. Reaching over, Remy hovered his hand in front of Gabriel's face, using something he'd seen Jubilee do to irritate Bobby when she was in a mood. "I'm not touchin' y', see! Not touchin' y'!"

"Sammy! He's breathing my air!"

Remy leaned in and drew in a deep, deliberate breath right in front of him, purposely 'breathing his air'. In response, Gabriel shoved at him, and it had poor Spencer cursing at them as he was caught up in it as well. Remy's body knocked into him and sent him into the door and he reacted instinctively by shoving the Cajun right back across the seat at Gabriel. Within seconds there was an all-out wrestling match in the backseat.

"Dammit, you three, knock it off!" Dean shouted back at that. "Don't make me pull this car over!"

That had the effect of almost instantly silencing the entire car. Even Sam turned to stare at his brother with a grin stretched wide on his face. The three in the backseat moved so that they could all look forward at Dean. Even Spencer, who had somehow ended up half buried under the other two and partially down on the floor, twisted himself enough to look at the older Winchester. There was a split second there the radio was the only noise in the car. Then, laughter erupted, and the trio wasn't wrestling around any longer, they were lying all over one another as they laughed.

Dean steadfastly stared at the road, refusing to look back at any of them. "Oh, just…shut up." He grumbled at them. But not even he could resist the good humor that was filling the car. He scoffed slightly at them, giving a low "Idiots. You're all idiots." Still, a hint of a smile ghosted over his lips.