(And when did he start thinking of him as Sam and not Winchester.)
Spencer's really not sure he should be driving in the state he's in. He's been worse -- he's been a lot worse -- but he's lost blood, his arm hurts, and now that everything has caught up with him, he's exhausted. He drove away from the vampire nest and back to the station after the hospital, but the thought of adding a third trip today feels insurmountable.
(He catches on too late that Sam specifically said his unit's name. Is that concerning? No, he doesn't think so. He's successfully proved that Sam Winchester is not a psychopath and didn't blow up a whole police station, so he's fairly certain he has nothing to be afraid of. He is curious how Sam figured out that he was BAU, though.)
He's agreeing to stay the night in a room with one of America's most wanted, and he's mentally lining up questions about the supernatural for him. What has his life become.
Spencer cleans up the supplies in the bathroom, and retreats to the main room again, perched on the edge of one of the beds. He always takes the one furthest from the door -- it's habit, he has to share hotel rooms with Morgan a lot, and Morgan once went on this whole lecture about how the guy with the better gun skills needs to sleep closer to the door in case of break-in and that guy is not Reid. Not that he's expecting a break-in here, unless... the vampires had friends that will get pissed and track them down?
Halfway through scrolling his UberEats app, Spencer looks up at Sam, alarmed.
"Are there going to be other vampires who track us down because we killed their friends?" Pause. "And do you want pizza, Thai, or burgers?"
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(And when did he start thinking of him as Sam and not Winchester.)
Spencer's really not sure he should be driving in the state he's in. He's been worse -- he's been a lot worse -- but he's lost blood, his arm hurts, and now that everything has caught up with him, he's exhausted. He drove away from the vampire nest and back to the station after the hospital, but the thought of adding a third trip today feels insurmountable.
(He catches on too late that Sam specifically said his unit's name. Is that concerning? No, he doesn't think so. He's successfully proved that Sam Winchester is not a psychopath and didn't blow up a whole police station, so he's fairly certain he has nothing to be afraid of. He is curious how Sam figured out that he was BAU, though.)
"First, we're getting takeout," Spencer says decisively.
He's agreeing to stay the night in a room with one of America's most wanted, and he's mentally lining up questions about the supernatural for him. What has his life become.
Spencer cleans up the supplies in the bathroom, and retreats to the main room again, perched on the edge of one of the beds. He always takes the one furthest from the door -- it's habit, he has to share hotel rooms with Morgan a lot, and Morgan once went on this whole lecture about how the guy with the better gun skills needs to sleep closer to the door in case of break-in and that guy is not Reid. Not that he's expecting a break-in here, unless... the vampires had friends that will get pissed and track them down?
Halfway through scrolling his UberEats app, Spencer looks up at Sam, alarmed.
"Are there going to be other vampires who track us down because we killed their friends?" Pause. "And do you want pizza, Thai, or burgers?"