As it turned out, their games sort of backfired on them when they arrived at the motel they were going to be staying out. Dean was absolutely out of patience with the whole lot of them and ended up growling out orders for Spencer and Remy to "Stay in the room and don't let anyone see you!" before he grabbed Sam and headed out to do…whatever it was that they did at the start of a case. Spencer watched them go with a consternated look on his face. Even Gabriel had gone with them, sticking to his mate.

"Bout time dey left." Remy murmured from Spencer's side. Turning, he grinned at his partner and slung an arm around his shoulders. "C'mon, cher! Quit lookin' so glum!"

Spencer raised his eyebrows at him. "Remy, we've been dropped off at a hotel like errant children and told to, 'stay put'."

"Since when does Remy listen, eh? He's got plans. Have a lil faith." Lifting a hand, Remy lightly shook the wallet he held—a wallet that Spencer knew very well did not belong to either one of them. Humor lit the Cajun's face. "Feel like going to de bar an earnin' a few bucks? Remy's t'inking we need our own room tonight."

For a moment Spencer just stared. Then he shook his head. Why on earth did he expect anything else out of Remy? "He's going to hurt you and I'm not entirely sure I'm going to stop him."

"He can try." Remy shot back. Using the arm around Spencer's shoulders to pull him in, he pressed a kiss to the side of the younger man's head. "C'mon, mon bijou. Let's go see if de locals here are as gullible as dey are in our world."

Hours later Spencer and Remy were happily ensconced in their own room at the motel, two doors down from the room the Winchesters had. Not only had they earned enough money for their own room, they had extra, too, and Spencer had made sure Remy replaced what was 'borrowed' out of Dean's wallet. When they got back to the motel, Remy had slipped the wallet into the motel room, sticking it with Dean's bag. Spencer gave him a dry look for it but he'd just shrugged. "Hey, big bad hunter like him, braggin' bout some of de shit he's pulled, if he didn't feel Remy takin' it den he deserved his pocket getting picked. Least we put it back with de money back in dere!" They left a note on the table in the room, too, to let the group know where they were. That was also at Spencer's insistence.

Then they went down to their room and Remy proceeded to show Spencer just why he wanted a room of their own.

Luckily for all parties involved, by the time Dean came pounding on their door, the two were simply relaxing on the bed, flipping through channels on the motel TV while they laid wrapped up in one another. The knock on the door made Spencer jump, and he quickly grabbed a shirt from the floor, not really caring that it was Remy's. Remy snorted outa laugh as he sat up and stretched. "Calm down, cher. Dey aint getting in yet." Remy teased him. Then, louder, he called out "Hold y'r horses!"

Remy snagged his jeans off the floor and tugged them up, not bothering with boxers first or even a t-shirt. He had absolutely no qualms about the scratches and bites that showed on his skin. As he finished doing up the button, he saw that Spencer had already yanked his own pants back on and was now sitting cross legged in the bed, looking too damn delicious for his own good in Remy's shirt. The Cajun had to fight not to growl and tell the people at the door to go to hell. Seeing his lovers in his clothes had always been a kink for Remy and it was even more of one with Spencer than it had been with anyone else. Add in how disheveled the genius looked and, oh, he was a temptation.

Another round of banging on the door snapped Remy out of his thoughts. Scowl in place, he swung around and marched barefoot over to the door, snagging his sunglasses from the table as he went. He slipped them into place and then yanked the door open wide. "Aint y' never heard of patience?" He demanded of the four standing there. "Next time y' get dat impatient, Remy aint gonna bother takin de time to be polite an put his pants on first."

From the back, Gabriel let out a wolf whistle that had Remy grinning and Sam shaking his head. Castiel didn't say anything and Dean glared, but there was just a hint of a blush to his cheeks that Remy found amusing and a bit endearing. "Dude, TMI." The hunter said flatly.

Remy just grinned. Stepping back, he pulled the door wide. "C'mon in, mes amis. We was jus' t'inking bout ordering pizza."

He didn't wait for them to decide, just turned around and strolled back over to the bed, dropping down in front of Spencer and letting his head fall into his partner's lap. For his part, Spencer scowled down at him, but that didn't stop him from immediately bringing his fingers to Remy's hair.

Dean hesitated halfway in the room and looked around at the hints of destruction that Remy hadn't really noticed until now. The cheesy pictures on the wall were slightly askew, one almost falling down, and Remy smirked because that was where Spencer had slammed him into the wall. There were bits of clothes lying here and there and a bit of broken glass beside the bed from the lamp that Spencer's powers had caused to explode. "Dude," Dean said, looking back over at them and giving a small wince. "I feel like I'm hanging out inside a cheesy porno."

"Gabe, would you mind?" Sam asked, smirking at his brother's discomfort.

A finger snap later and the entire room was once more set to rights. All except for the bed. It, and the two on it, still left absolutely no doubt as to what had been done in here.

Dean, naturally, stayed over in the kitchenette area of the room, leaning back against the counter there and looking for all the world like he wished he had something to drink. Taking pity on him, Remy called out "Dere's beer in de fridge, mon ami. Help y'rself." He had to snicker a little at how fast Dean moved then.

His brother didn't look as on edge as Dean did. Much more comfortable with them, Sam took one of the chairs by the table, relaxing into it and stretching his long legs out so he could cross them at the ankles.

It was Castiel who caught both Remy and Spencer's attention. The angel that was mostly quiet, who Remy personally thought reminded him an awful lot of Spencer when he was hyper-focused on something, was gravitating towards Dean, which really wasn't all that unusual, but he was watching him drink his beer with a look in his eyes that could only really be described as lustful, and he was a lot more in his space than normal. Or, maybe it was more that he was in his space with intent, not his usual cluelessness. Gabriel snickered over it as he dropped down into a chair at Sam's side and promptly kicked his legs up on his partner's lap. "Reign it in there, little bro. We're here to talk shop. You can ravish your mortal once we're done for the night."

That had the added bonus of making Dean almost choke on his beer, which had Remy chuckling out a low laugh.

Gabriel rolled his head over to smirk at the two on the bed. "It's all your fault, you know. Not that I'm complaining. But you two leave a heavy emotional impression behind. The stronger the emotion, the heavier the impression. Cassy over there is just picking up on it."

It only took a second for that to kick in. Then Remy felt Spencer's embarrassment go sky high as the genius realized what that meant. To his amusement, and the amusement of the room, Spencer groaned and dropped his head down, showing his flexibility as he rested his forehead against Remy's shoulder. "Shoot me now." He grumbled.

The Cajun let out a husky laugh and pressed a kiss against the side of Spencer's head. He could've teased him a little more, drawn it out and had a ton of fun, but unlike the others, he could feel just how embarrassed Spencer really was, and there was nothing more important to him than his partner. So, Remy pet lightly at his hair to soothe him, and drew the topic safely to something else. "So, how's de case goin'?"

"We've got a start…" Sam began, only to be cut off by Dean's sharp "It's fine."

The two brothers shared a look, one annoyed and one firm. Remy watched with amusement as the two had yet another of their silent conversations. Gabriel, however, didn't seem to have the patience for it. He rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers and a pile of folders appeared on the bed in front of Remy. "There're the victims so far." He said. As Dean shifted his glare to Gabriel, the archangel rolled his eyes. "Cool it there, Deano. They're here with us, and you're the one who demanded to come down here and find them. Why do that if not to at least talk it all out?"

Before the two could start arguing, Sam turned to face the two on the bed and spoke just loud enough to override whatever Dean was trying to say. "We're going to talk to the families later on, try and find out what ties all the victims together. There's nothing obvious in their records, no accident that they all seem to be a part of, no crime they've all been convicted of. Nothing, really, that ties them together in any way. But they were all killed in the same style. All of them were brutally beaten, their right leg and left arm broken, and strangled to death."

Remy hadn't bothered to touch the folders. That wasn't something he wanted to read or see. Hearing it was always bad enough. But Spencer had no such hesitation. He was already grabbing one before Sam had started talking and he was through the first two by the time Sam was done. As he looked at each one, he laid it out on the bed behind Remy, keeping them open on the page he needed. His brow furrowed as he looked over them all.

"What is it?" Sam asked, seeing the look on Spencer's face.

For a moment the genius didn't answer. Then, without lifting his eyes from the folders, he asked "Are you positive that the case is supernatural in origin? I don't know enough on the subject to make a guess like that."

"We're pretty sure." Dean said. Then, almost against his will, "Why?"

Again, Spencer stayed quiet for a moment. Remy snuck a look up at him and found him biting his cheek as he always did when he thought real hard. "It's just…" Spencer hesitated, unsure in something. He must've made up his mind though because his expression steadied a little and he continued on. "Robert suggested that these might be a vengeful spirit, and while I don't know much about them, I did read some in his library. My understanding of spirits, at least the ones I've seen back home, is that you can't physically attack them. If you tried to throw a punch, it wouldn't connect, correct?" He looked up and waited for a nod before going on. "Yet all your victims here have obvious defensive wounds. If this were a regular case, it would suggest that the victim fought back against their attacker. A much larger, stronger attacker, judging by the size of the bruises on their wrists and throat. Most likely more than one."

When Spencer hesitated again, Remy looked up at him, palming his knee to draw his attention. "Y'r t'inking dey was a pack, oui? Aint dat what y'all call it?"

Spencer gave a low hum of agreement. "Pack mentality can be quite dangerous. It would explain the severity of the wounds and the amount of sheer violence that shows here. Humans tend to be more violent when in a group where they're all committing the crime. Instead of being alone and potentially scared of what they're doing, they have friends there, a group that are doing the same as they are, giving them a sort of silent approval for their actions. They spur one another on to even greater heights until what might've started only as harassment can end in murder."

"Vengeful spirits usually recreate their deaths on their victims." Dean said, drawn into the discussion despite whatever his earlier reservations had been. "So you're saying there's a chance that all these guys here were a part of murdering our spirit?"

Nodding, Spencer looked back at the folders again. "It's possible."

"Could y' profile in reverse?" Remy asked curiously. "Try an figure out de victim from de injuries?"

"Maybe. It wouldn't be absolute, but, maybe." He picked up a folder, lifting a page to look underneath before setting it back down and moving on to the next. Remy was surprised to see that the others were waiting quietly, even Dean, watching Spencer as he sifted through things. It only took a few minutes before the genius started to speak again. "If you separated the injuries from the victims, looked at them without knowledge of the gender of the victim or any such personal information, I'd make the educated guess that the victim was female. The bruising on the wrists, the hips, and knees, suggest that there wasn't just physical assault, but sexual as well. The small cuts and rash like mark on the right cheek were probably from where her face was pressed into the ground." He looked over things one last time and then looked up at the brothers. "You're probably not going to find a simple grave for her. A group like this, with a crime like that, they're more likely to dispose of the body. Your best bet would be to see if this group had any more to it and hope you can get one of them to tell you what they did with her." All at once he seemed to realize that everyone was watching him and that he'd basically been telling them how to do their job. The blush that filled his cheeks was too damn cute, in Remy's opinion, as was the way he suddenly started to stammer. "Oh, ah, I mean, you know, if you want. It's just a suggestion, that's all."

Remy stretched himself up from the bed and twisted enough to be able to plant a quick kiss on Spencer's lips. "Dat brain of y'rs don't never shut off, does it?"

"If it did, I'd be dead." Spencer pointed out.

"Y' aint dyin' on Remy. Not f' a long, long time. An Remy's dyin' first."

"Yeah, when Spencer kills you." Gabriel teased them.

Remy laughed and pushed himself up from the bed. "Oui. Papa always said Remy's mouth was gonna be de death of him one day." He tipped them a wink as he strolled over to the in room phone. "'m getting hungry f' dat pizza, how bout de rest of y'? Y'all want some dinner? Remy's buying."

"How the hell are you buying pizza?" Dean asked him. "For that matter, how the hell did you get the room, or the beer, or any of it?"

"Remy's just dat good." The Cajun answered, smirking.

From his spot on the bed, Spencer rolled his eyes as he continued to gather up the folders and close them all. "By which he means we went to a bar. Hustling is just as easy here as it is back home. It didn't take us long to make what we needed."

A low hum came from Remy. He flipped through the phone book that had been under the phone until he found the section for pizza stores. "Might've lifted dat connards wallet, too. Y' saw him, Penny, oui? De one up at de bar?"

For a second Spencer hesitated as he thought about it. Then his face twisted in displeasure. "Oh. The one who was harassing that lady. He deserved it."

Remy shot him a quick smirk. "Dat why y' fried his car?"

"As I said—he deserved it."

Laughter filled the room, making Spencer blush a little and Remy grin. The Cajun leaned back against the wall as he dialed the number he'd found for the pizza place. Despite the case the team was here working on, tonight looked like it had the potential to shape up into a great night. Anything that made Spencer relax and smile like that was worth it in his books. He'd been able to feel Spencer's worry growing every day that they were trapped here and he knew his partner was worrying about his brothers back home, missing his family. For tonight, with the help of new friends, maybe he'd be able to get Spencer to relax enough that he could sleep uninterrupted.