No matter how many times Spencer witnessed Remy's silver tongue in action, it never failed to amaze him. How on earth the man could somehow convince people to do something or go along with something they were so dead set against was just a mystery. It wasn't all his charm, though he liked to joke it was. There was just something about him. He had this weird ability to talk people around to what he wanted. Case in point—Dean had been absolutely adamant that neither Spencer nor Remy would be coming with them tonight when they went to check out some site near where all the bodies had been found. They were hoping to discover something there. Dean had insisted that they were civilians and as such wouldn't be coming with them.

Yet, here they were, walking along quietly behind the Winchesters, their eyes and ears and other senses open wide in the hopes of sensing something.

This really wasn't the first time that Spencer had dealt with a spirit. Their world had them too. In his line of work, he'd dealt with them more than once, though it never did get any easier. He connected with them through their emotions which were about the only thing left of them by this point. Spirits were essentially emotions and energy—two things that Spencer could sense and control. Usually when it happened, he had one of his teammates at his side, or on some rather memorable occasions, he had his siblings. But he always seemed to stumble across them. In his line of work it was pretty impossible not to. This was vastly different than that. This was wandering around with his senses open in the hopes of being able to feel something. He'd had to take a moment and center himself and then acknowledge both Dean and Sam before being able to dismiss them from his senses. Or, not really dismiss so much as, push to the background. They were there, still felt, but dubbed as 'safe' in his mind.

He didn't have to do any of that with Remy. Remy was a part of him and as such, he was always aware of him.

Focusing on his extra senses the way that he was meant that he wasn't paying as much attention to the physical world around him. That was where Remy came in; he kept a hold on Spencer and carefully led him forward. He did it without being asked, but that didn't mean he did it without teasing. "Y' trip on a tree root or somet'ing and Remy's lettin' y' fall." He threatened.

"No, you won't." Spencer murmured. He knew better.

There was definitely the feel of something in the air here. He wasn't quite sure what or where yet, but he knew it was there, and he followed it. Opened himself up and let his senses lead him to where the emotions seemed to be the strongest. Even when that meant breaking away from the Winchesters to do it. Spencer followed the emotional trail, Remy at his elbow making sure he didn't run into things, and the two brothers calling out quietly behind them. "There's something over here." Spencer said lowly to Remy. "I'm not sure yet. It just…" He cut off as the emotions suddenly slammed right into him with startling intensity. The spirit was very nearby.

As was common, the first thing Spencer felt was rage. Furious, all-consuming rage, fueled by pain. He shuddered as it washed over him. It saturated the air. Spencer knew he could follow it, if he was careful. He could try and hunt it down further and trace it back to a source. Or, he could stretch out just so, very carefully, and then…pull.

The temperature around them changed and Spencer heard the others moving and a few curse words. He didn't move. He stayed frozen, feet planted in the ground, and tugged again, pulling more and more, bringing it closer, and at the same time he braced his own energy to use as a shield to keep him and the others safe. Physically he reached out for the one beside him. Remy's hand immediately caught his. Without opening his eyes, Spencer murmured "Watch my back?"

"Always, mon bijou."

The promise made him smile. Secure now that he knew Remy was looking out for him, he pulled that last little bit. His eyes snapped open at the same time that she appeared in front of him.

Both brothers swore and Spencer saw them lift their guns. He didn't focus on them, though; he trusted Remy. Sure enough, his partner moved, sheltering both Spencer and the ghost. "Wait!" The Cajun called out sharply. "Just wait!"

"Dammit, Rem! Move!" Dean growled out.

"Hold y'r damn horses, mec! Jus' give Spencer a chance, would y'? An hold y'r fuckin' fire!"

Spencer was looking right at the woman. Words, he knew, didn't work when they were at this stage. Not while they were this angry. He opened himself up a little more to her emotions, hissing only slightly as they poured into him with a ferocity that he could never get used to. Only when he'd steadied himself under them did he try to reach back out. He sent calm first, peace, understanding, safety, all the positive and soothing emotions that he could. He washed them over her, around her, wrapping them around the very essence of the spirit. Little by little, breath by breath, he fed them into her, feeling it as her rage started to calm. He saw some of the fury melt off of her face and a flicker of something, of who she used to be, crossing her face. Now was the time to speak. "We want to help." He told her carefully. "I just want to help you."

"I hurt." She told him, her voice ringing with the pain of it, the anger still lurking underneath. "They hurt me, and no one cared."

"I care."

"They deserve to pay. I deserve justice."

He took a small step forward, fighting not to shiver as he left behind a bit of the warmth of Remy's presence, moving closer to the cold of the spirit. "You do—but not like this. You're better than this. I can help you find peace again."

She looked mournfully at him. "There is no peace. They hurt me." Her energy pulsed against his and his empathy picked up on the images that went with those words. His whole body shuddered. When his eyes met hers again, he ached even more. Sorrow was clear on her face. "They were right. No one noticed I was gone. No one cared."

"No, they were wrong." Spencer told her firmly. "People noticed. They cared. We care." And he sent just that to her. He sent her caring, affection, understanding, support. He sent her all that he could and watched as the angry energy around her dissipated. "You need to let go." He told her gently, taking another step forward, further away from the safety of the others. He extended a bit more towards her, pushing himself, drawing away all that rage and hurt and fear and pain. "It's time for you to move on, Annabella."

Shock washed over her face. "You're making it better."

"I told you I wanted to help." Spencer said, smiling.

This was always the best part. This was the part that made the rest of it worth it. Spencer drew away the last of the anger and the pain until, finally at peace with herself, she smiled at him and nodded and stepped away to the place where Spencer couldn't follow.

Silence fell over the area.

It was easy to see just how tense Spencer's body was. Every line of him was so tight it was a wonder he hadn't snapped apart yet. Then he turned towards Remy and there was a dark look in his eyes, the sparks dark in a way that made Remy shiver. Remy took a step back instinctively, though he didn't want to leave. There were a few ways to handle Spencer when he was full of strong emotions like this. But one was very much Remy's preference. If that was what he wanted to do, he knew he needed to do it soon. "Mes amis." He called out without ever taking his eyes off Spencer. "De motel aint dat far away. Spencer an I are just gonna meet y' back dere, yeah? We got a little somet'ing we need to take care of first."

"What're you talking about?" Dean asked.

Spencer took a small step back from Remy. Little tremors were running over him and Remy knew if he didn't do this soon, his partner would run. Remy blew out a slow breath. "Y' might not wanna stick around and watch dis." He let out the first little tendrils of charm and watched as Spencer stiffened when he felt it.

Behind him, Sam reacted as well, seemingly realizing just what was going on here. "Shit." The young hunter cursed. Then, "Gabriel, we need your help. Can you get us to our rooms, please?"

The next second the world around them transformed and Remy found himself standing in the motel room he'd gotten with Spencer earlier. They were both standing at the foot of the bad, facing off just the same that they'd been in the forest.

Remy could see he had to act fast here before Spencer took it upon himself to leave. He'd want to keep this anger away from Remy; go somewhere private and find some way to let it out. Probably in a stupidly self-destructive way. Remy could change that. Without even hesitating, he let go of his control and let the full force of his charm slam right into Spencer. It sent a delicious chill down Remy's spine to see the way that Spencer's eyes went even darker and his pupils dilated until there was almost no color left. A low sound that was suspiciously close to a snarl filled the room.

Then, Spencer pounced.

There was nothing calm or controlled about what came next. Spencer's body hit his with enough force to slam Remy up against the wall and make the pictures shake. One of his hands gripped tightly to Remy's hip to hold him in place while the other slid up and fisted into Remy's hair, yanking him down into a kiss that was sharp and biting. Remy knew he could either ride this out or fight it; both would get the result they wanted. Fighting, however, would only encourage the rage in Spencer, potentially breed it higher. Right now he could feel just how much was in him and he knew that fueling it wasn't what was needed. Spencer needed an outlet and Remy was definitely more than willing to be that.

The fist in his hair tightened and Remy let himself melt down into it. His whole body went pliant in Spencer's hold and he let his partner take complete control. Spencer didn't disappoint. He ravaged Remy with a ferocity that he usually refused to allow himself to indulge in. Remy felt Spencer's emotions wrap around him and press against his charm and he shuddered at the strength of the feral like lust that was pulsing inside of Spencer. This wasn't going to be easy or slow. This was going to be hard, fast, and so fucking perfect.

Remy went with it when Spencer shoved him towards the bed. "Clothes." His lover snapped.

Never before had Remy ever stripped himself quite so fast. He paused only long enough to pull out a bottle of lube from the nightstand and then he dropped himself down onto his back on the bed. In the time that he'd been stripping, Spencer had been doing the same, and as soon as Remy hit the bed Spencer was pouncing again. He threw himself onto Remy and pinned him down with far more strength than many probably believed he had.

Energy arced from Spencer and Remy shuddered as he saw the colors dancing in Spencer's eyes. Then Spencer was capturing his mouth again and Remy was moaning loudly under that skillful tongue and the sharp teeth that bit at his bottom lip. When Spencer's mouth moved to travel down his throat, Remy threw his head back and opened up his throat to quick bites and dirty licks.

No rage put in Spencer was enough to make him actually seriously hurt Remy. The Cajun knew he was in no danger. But there was that hint of it—the potential for danger—and he knew Spencer had the capability. It was enough to give everything an amazing edge to it. Add in the loop that their emotions were making and Remy didn't stand a chance.

Strong hands gripped Remy's hips and flipped him over onto his stomach. Remy eagerly moved to do it, curling his knees up and presenting himself shamelessly. He was rewarded with a hard bite on his backside that had him crying out and bucking forward. Spencer didn't stop there; he trailed licks and bites up Remy's spine until he reached the back of his neck where he bit down, hard, at the same time that he pressed a lubed finger right up against Remy's entrance.

The cry Remy let out could probably be heard rooms away. He didn't care. He sobbed out a breath as Spencer forced his finger in hard and fast. Instead of trying to pull away from it, he spread his legs a little more and shoved back, trying to get more, harder, deeper. Spencer responded by snarling right up against Remy's neck and pulling his finger back, only to shove two in this time. Remy sobbed brokenly. "Spencer!"

"What, Remy?" Spencer demanded, nipping at his ear. His fingers pushed in and out, setting up a hard and fast rythym that was breaking Remy apart and yet, wasn't enough. He needed more!

English deserted him as so often happened in moments like this. "Spencer, cher, s'il te plait, baises moi.. J'ai envie de toi!"

He heard a low, husky chuckle that made his whole body shiver. "I love when you talk like that."

There was no way that those two fingers had opened imp u anywhere near enough. When they pulled out and Remy felt Spencer shift, he knew what was coming just as he knew it was going to hurt. Remy moaned happily at the thought. He wanted it to hurt. It wasn't something he wanted all the time, no, but every now and again he wanted that dangerous edge, that pain. He wanted to be owned.

Spencer curled a hand over one of Remy's hips and held him in place while his other hand helped to brace. A familiar pressure pushed up against Remy. His hands fisted in the sheets and he tried to force himself to relax. The thick head of Spencer's cock pressed in and Remy felt the stretch and burn of too much, too fast, making him drop his face down to bury it in the blankets. His hand tightened in the blankets and he drew them close, pressed them against his face. It muffled the sob he let out when Spencer shoved in a few more inches.

The sound of his sob had Spencer stopping. Remy could feel the tension in him, feel just how tightly he was holding himself back, holding back that rage fueled lust that would be demanding he just shove his way in and bury himself as deep as he could. It was probably taking everything he had just to keep him from fucking into Remy no matter the pain it would cause him. The fact that he did it, that he held himself there even though Remy could feel that control, feel how much it hurt to hold back, only made the Cajun feel more loved. He pressed his hands down into the bed and then, with a deep snarl, he shoved his hips back and impaled himself on Spencer.

The both of them cried out from the force of it. "Remy!" Spencer's hand slapped down onto Remy's back, holding him down, keeping him still.

"Don't…" Remy sucked in a shaky breath. His eyes were watering from the burn and it felt so. Damn. Good! "Don't stop!" His hips twitched as best as they could in Spencer's hold, begging him to move. "Don't fucking stop!"

Short nails scratched down Remy's back until long fingers could finally curl around his hip. Remy scrambled to get braced underneath him—he knew what was coming. Spencer's hands clamped down on his hips and then his lover was pulling back and snapping his hips forward with a force that sent their bed into the wall and had Remy screaming. It was hard and hot and painful and so fucking perfect.

The pace Spencer set was brutal. Remy could only submit underneath it as Spencer broke him open and took him apart and sent more wave after wave of pleasure burning through him until the Cajun came, screaming, not even registering the explosions from the pillow he charged. It would've exploded in his face if Spencer hadn't yanked it away. The force of his orgasm was so strong it knocked him out.

He came to a few moments later. His body was throbbing, though it was clean, and thank fuck he wasn't lying in the wet spot. Spencer was cuddled up to his chest, face buried in against his neck, and there were fine tremors running down either him or Remy or both of them, it was hard to tell.

Remy knew Spencer well enough to know that, no matter how satisfied he was right now, he'd be worrying. So he cut that off before his partner could say a word. "Dat," Remy drawled out, pausing to clear his throat. Merde, he sounded like he'd screamed himself hoarse. "Dat was fuckin' awesome. I t'ink y' broke me."

There was just a slight hesitation before he felt Spencer's lips curving up in a smile against his skin. "You sound entirely too pleased with that."

"Mm. 'S worth it, cher."

A slender hand trailed lightly up his side. "I guess I'll just have to put you back together again, then."

Letting out a sound that was almost like a purr, Remy snuggled in close. "Whatever y' say, doc."

He felt Spencer's low laugh against his skin and smiled happily to himself.