Spencer's phone rang, making Morgan and Hotch turn to look at him. He looked at the display, and frowned. "It's Sam," he said before he answered it, worry and confusion in his voice. "Sam? What's wrong? Why are you calling?"

"Where are you?" Sam's voice came over the loudspeaker. He sounded worried, almost afraid.

"We're in Kansas City, Kansas on a case. Sam, what's wrong?"

"We'll be there in five hours. I can't exactly explain over the phone." And with that, he hung up. Spencer just stared at his phone in confusion for a long moment.

"So, what was that?" Morgan asked. Spencer shrugged.

"You know as much as I do, and we're not going to get any more information from him right now. So let's not worry about it. We have a job to do." He turned back to the board where they had a map pinned up that he was working a geographic profile on, apparently undisturbed by his lover's cryptic phone call. Morgan and Hotch exchanged glances before they returned to what they'd been doing.

"So where we goin', Sammy?" Dean asked suddenly. Sam glanced at him from the corner of his eye.

"Kansas City."

"Kansas, or Missouri?"

"Kansas. Though, actually, they're just across the river from each other. The river delineates the border."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. We were there once as kids, remember?" After a second, Sam nodded.

"Sorry, Dean. I'm just still a bit freaked out. That's why we're going in the first place."

"So, what's in Kansas City? Or, judging by the look on your face, who's in Kansas City?" Sam sighed.

"It's a long story, Dean."

"It's a long drive." Sam sighed again. There was silence for a long time as Sam tried to gather his thoughts into something he could coherently explain to his brother.

"His name's Spencer Reid."

"His?" Dean asked, shocked. "Dude, I expected it to be your girlfriend or something." Sam didn't respond. "Sammy?"

"He's a genius. Super-genius, even. We just- we clicked. He's the only person I trust besides you and Bobby." Dean was silent for a long time, staring out his window. "After- after you died, I stayed with him a month or so, until I couldn't stand staying still anymore. And I generally spent about a week every month there. It got to the point that I couldn't sleep unless I was with either him or Bobby." Dean pursed his lips.

"I guess I should be grateful to him for taking care of you, then," he said finally. Sam grinned and slapped him on the leg.

"He was better than the other choice, let me tell you. Ruby was hanging around for a bit while I was there. Spencer threatened to arrest her for stalking. It was beautiful. He pointed his gun at her and she actually looked afraid. It was hilarious."

"Ruby's a bitch. The only good thing she's ever done was give you that damn knife." Sam didn't say anything, since contradicting Dean would only start an argument. He thought Ruby'd helped a bit more than that, though.

"Dr. Reid? Two men just came into the station looking for you," a random officer stuck his head into the conference room they were using.

"Send them back, please," Spencer said absently, not looking away from his map. Something was bothering him about it, but he couldn't figure out what. The officer looked at him, then shrugged and left. "Sam, what's wrong with this map?" he asked as soon as he heard them come in. The two men looked at each other, then moved to stand beside him.

"There's no center," Sam said after a long moment. "The points are scattered equally across the city. They focus on the strip, but there's disappearances from everywhere, pretty much equally. Your map's useless." Spencer sighed.

"I was afraid of that," he said mournfully. Sam laughed. "It's a housecleaner, Sam. And there's already 63 missing, that we know of." Sam sobered quickly.

"I'm sorry." Spencer turned suddenly and looked at the duo. He turned to Sam with a raised eyebrow. "Spencer, I'm not quite sure how to tell you this. You remember me talking about my brother? Well, this is him."

"That's your brother?" Morgan said suddenly from the door, making the two hunters spin in shock. "I thought you said he was dead." Sam shrugged.

"I thought he was," he explained. "He just got back in contact a couple of days ago. Anyway, D, this is Dr. Spencer Reid, the ridiculously decorated." He winked at Spencer, who rolled his eyes. He'd introduced him the same way when he met Bobby.

"Ridiculously decorated?" Dean asked with interest.

"I have PhD's in Mathematics, Chemistry, and Engineering, BA's in Psychology and Sociology, and I'm working on one in Philosophy," Spencer explained. Dean raised an eyebrow.

"Impressive. I have a GED. Never did like school."

"He's a kinetic learner. Great mechanic, but he doesn't really care about anything besides cars and hunting." Dean shrugged.

"What can I say, I'm a man of simple pleasures. But you skipped something, Sammy." Sam rolled his eyes at the nickname. Spencer gave him a questioning look. "Family, and cheeseburgers. I guess that's two somethings, actually." Sam laughed. Morgan was astonished to see the change in the man from apparently nothing more than finding his brother. He was like a completely different man. Sam noticed his look.

"When family's all you have, it becomes pretty damn important. I never had a stable home, or any real friends. We moved too much. All I had was dad, and D. Even Bobby and Spencer are less important to me than family. Though not by much, anymore." Spencer walked over to put his hands on Sam's shoulders, staring into his eyes.

"Are you alright, really?" he asked quietly, but seriously. Sam shrugged, smiling slightly.

"A bit freaked out. But other than that, I'm better than I've been in a long time." Spencer nodded slowly, wondering where they were going to go from here. Sam had told him once that he'd never even told Dean he was bi, worried about how he would react. Sam's smile widened a fraction, and he leaned forwards to kiss Spencer softly, ignoring Dean sputtering behind him. Morgan snorted and shook his head, turning to flip through the paperwork on the table, looking to see if he saw anything new. Dean spun to face him.

"You knew about this?" he demanded when he saw that Morgan looked totally un-shocked. Morgan nodded.

"We all did. Sam's shown up a couple of times, out of the blue. Sometimes it's because Reid was hurt, sometimes he apparently just needed to see him. But they're always pretty affectionate. We're used to it by now." He shrugged, smiling slightly. "It makes the kid happy. That's all I care about." Dean nodded slowly.

"I suppose you're right. As long as Sammy's happy..." He sighed heavily and pulled back one of the chairs to sit in it, his elbows hitting the table sharply as he leaned forwards to cradle his head in his hands. "Things are so weird now," he muttered into his hands. Morgan clapped him on the shoulder.

"It'll get better. You just haven't been around to see things changing." He paused. "Why were you gone, anyway?" Dean shrugged, not looking at him.

"I was hurt, really badly. He must have missed me somehow. It's not his fault. But it took me this long to get back on my feet and find him." He sighed. "God, my baby brother's gone and grown up on me while I was out of it. Let's hope this relationship goes better than the last one did," he muttered, quietly enough that Sam didn't hear him.

"What do you mean?" Morgan asked, equally quietly. Dean glanced at Sam and Spencer, and shook his head. He stood and headed out the door. Morgan followed him.

"Sam's last serious relationship ended when his girlfriend got caught in a fire in their apartment. She died."

"Man, I'm sorry." Dean shrugged.

"Well, it didn't really affect me much. I just didn't want to remind Sammy. He had nightmares about it for months." Dean shook his head slowly. "I really do wish those two well, though. Sammy deserves some happiness by now." Morgan clapped him on the shoulder and went back into the room, leaving Dean to watch them through the window.