Dean turned the keys to the Impala, letting the cat shut off. He turned to Sam and Pandora.
"No, that is not the only problem that the Greeks had," Sam said firmly.
"Trust me, Sammykinz. I was there. 90% of the time, the reason there was some big problem with the Greek gods and the mortals, was because Zeus couldn't keep it in his pants."
Sam sputtered indignantly. "That is an extreme exaggeration, and you know it."
Pandora laughed. "Considering that Zeus came on to me and the only reason he stopped was because he found out I was an angel, I'd say that I'm really not."
Sam's brows knit together. "Zeus and...you?"
"Oh relax, Sammy. I told him that I wasn't interested in a good amount of ways."
Sam opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted by Dean. "Okay you two, we're here. You two go check us in, I need to take a leak."
The three of them hopped out of the car.
"You know who really couldn't keep it in his pants?" Pandora said, waggling her finger at Sam. "Apollo."
Sam laughed and slung his bag over his shoulder. "Now that one I agree with."
Pandora grinned and chuckled. "Now Appllo... He was a looker, I definitely would not have told him no," she said fondly.
Sam bristled at the comment, the grip on his bag tightening until his knuckles turned white. It was taking everything in his power not to summon Apollo here and kill the bastard.
"Sammy, chill." Pandora's voice and her hand on his snapped him out of his thoughts. "It was a joke, kid. I won't talk about the Greeks anymore...promise."
Sam nodded his head. He couldn't tell you why he was so angry with Apollo all of a sudden. Actually, he might be able to tell you. But he definitely wouldn't.
In the time he had to think, Pandora had removed his hand from gripping his bag and now held it in her own. "Let's go check in, yeah?" She offered a calming smile along with her suggestion.
Sam relaxed and nodded. His thumb instinctively began caressing Pandora's hand. They exchanged smiles and strolled into the lobby.
"Two rooms. One with two queens and one with a king, please." Sam said.
The clerk glanced at their intertwined hands and arched an eyebrow. "Two rooms?" she echoed.
Sam and Pandora followed her eyes. They both stared at each other with surprised expressions, as if they hadn't even thought about the act of holding hands.
Sam cleared his throat and released Pandora's hand. Pandora wiped her suddenly sweaty palm on her jeans.
"Uhh...yeah. Two." Sam confirmed.
"And you said one with two beds and one with one?" the clerk asked, typing in her computer.
Sam nodded in confirmation. He handed her one of his credit cards. Pandora nudged him in the shoulder. "I thought I was paying for my room?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
Sam bent down a bit to whisper to Pandora. "Dean can get over it," he said in a hushed tone.
The clerk cleared her throat, snapping them out of their staring contest. She handed Sam the keys and his credit card and the hunter and the archangel strolled out of the building to find their rooms.
Dean was leaning against the Impala, tapping his foot impatiently. "What freaking took you guys so long?" he asked.
Sam rolled his eyes and tossed Dean one of the keys to their room. He then, as he was about to hand Pandora hers, he stopped and turned to Dean. "Do you think one of us should stay with Pandora?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Sam, are you kidding? I do not need a babysitter," she snapped, crossing her arms defiantly.
"You're the one that doesn't trust her, Dean. Do you want her in a room right next to ours alone?" Sam continued.
"This is bullshit," Pandora growled, glaring up at Sam.
Dean pursed his lips and nodded his head. "Alright. Sam, you stay with hot and sassy. I'll take the single." Dean and Sam exchanged keys.
Sam gestured for Pandora to follow, which, despite her current state of irritation, she did.
When their door was unlocked, Pandora tossed her bag onto the nearest bed. "I can not believe you. Sam I sat by you in that hospital for three days straight, even though it put me in extreme danger. I even used some of my Grace to keep Lucifer away! And that really brings attention to you!" Pandora snapped.
Sam riffled through his things. "I never said I didn't trust you."
Pandora let out a scornful laugh. "You sure as hell did! Back there! When you became my babysitter!"
Sam turned to Pandora to find that she had stalked towards him and was now standing quite close. "I said Dean didn't trust you, I never said anything about me not trusting you," he replied, firmly holding her intense gaze.
Pandora said nothing, just kept her lips in a tight line as she stared up at Sam.
"...Did you really use some of your Grace to keep Lucifer away?" Sam asked suddenly.
Pandora swallowed the lump that had suddenly formed in her throat and nodded her head. "Yeah..." she breathed out.
If Pandora didn't know better, she would have sworn that Sam's gaze flickered to her lips and he leaned towards her.
A knock at the door interrupted the moment, whatever that moment was.
"Yoohoo, are you two decent!" Dean called in a sing-song voice.
Pandora stepped away from Sam, but didn't break his gaze until she turned around to face the door.
"Actually Sam is naked," she replied.
"Open the damn door, Dora."
Pandora let the door swing open and she flashed Dean a glare. "Don't call me Dora," she snapped.
Dean smirked and raised an eyebrow. "What? Aren't you an explora?"
Pandora let a forced smile spread across your face. "I dunno, are you my monkey side-kick?" she retorted.
Dean's smirk fell into a frown and Sam burst into laughter.
With a proud grin, Pandora stepped aside. She fished her key out of her pocket and handed it to Dean. "I can pop in and out, so you can have the key," she explained. Dean glared at her and snatched the key, stuffing it in his pocket.
"Thanks," he mumbled.
Pandora ran her fingers through her hair, deciding she could use a shower. Dean and Sam were discussing the case and how they wanted to approach it tomorrow morning.
"If you guys don't need the bathroom, I'm gonna take a shower." Pandora jabbed her thumb in the direction of the bathroom door.
"Can't you just angel mojo yourself clean?" Dean asked, scrunching his nose.
"Well yes, but that "angel mojo" requires using my Grace. And other angels will be on the lookout for large amounts of my Grace being used, so I only use it when necessary," she explained, grabbing her bathroom stuff from her bag.
Pandora sung quietly to herself, enjoying the time under the hot spray of water.
"What makes your trust her so much, Sam?" Dean asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
Sam sighed and brushed a strand of his hair aside. "She stayed in the hospital with me, Dean. She used some of her Grace to keep Lucifer away. That put her in danger just being near me, let alone using her Grace." Sam sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "And she showed up when I didn't know I needed her... Sure in the beginning I hated her. But now..." His voice trailed off.
"You have the hots for hot and sassy, don't you?" Dean teased, flashing a grin.
Sam shot his brother a look and sputtered. "What? No. Of course not. An angel!? No way, Dean. You're nuts. Besides, you're the one who's calling her hot and sassy."
Dean grinned wider. "Oh you so wanna explora the Dora."
Sam threw the newspaper at his brother, scowling at him as best he could.
"I don't... I mean... Me and an angel? An ARCHangel? The first angel ever made, Dean. You really think that would work out well?"
Dean shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno, man. She showed up for you all those times, not for me. She put herself in danger for you, not for me," he mused.
Sam sighed and rubbed his eyes. It was then that he heard the bathroom door open.
Pandora stepped out with nothing but a towel wrapped around her torso. The towel hit mid-thigh and was fluffy and white, and it didn't leave much to the imagination.
Sam's mouth was hanging open in surprise and he hear Dean shifting in his seat. Sam let his eyes flicker quickly over the exposed skin of her legs. He caught a glimpse of the tattoo she'd mentioned earlier. It was on her right hip and stretched down to her mid thigh. As far as Sam could tell, it was a single angel wing, but the majority of the tattoo was covered up.
Pandora cleared her throat, snapping Sam out of his daze. A blush spread across his face and he averted his gaze.
Dean grinned and winked at Pandora. "Feel free to go walking around in a towel all the time."
Pandora rolled her eyes and grabbed the clothes she needed out of her backpack. She shut the door behind her to change.
Pandora couldn't help but grin. When she caught Sam's gaze on her, she thought it was an accident. But then when he blushed and looked away, she realized he must have been looking on purpose. The thought made her heart beat excitedly. She found herself scrambling to get dressed so she could go and see him again.
Pandora stepped out of the bathroom, all dressed to lounge around and research with Sam and Dean.
Sam sat alone on his bed, staring down at his laptop screen. He looked up briefly when Pandora stepped out of the bathroom. "Hey," he mumbled.
Pandora smiled, wringing the ends of her hair of excess water. "Hey. ...Where's Dean?" she asked.
Sam glanced up again, his gaze lingering a bit longer on her now. "He went out to get a drink..." He took in what she was wearing, admittedly it wasn't much more than the towel. A tank top and a pair of shorts, not exactly an outfit that keeps the imagination at bay. Sam swallowed thickly and looked back at his screen.
"Hmm..." Pandora smirked as she noticed Sam throwing her sideways glanced. She placed her hair towel on the top of her head, rubbing some of the moisture from her hair. "So you enjoying the view?" she asked from underneath the towel. When se removed the piece of cloth, she revealed her now incredibly messy hair.
Sam chuckled at seeing her hair standing up in all directions. "Oh yeah... Definitely."
Pandora frowned and felt her hair, realizing just how messy rubbing it dry had made it. She snapped her fingers and it was dry and perfectly styled.
Sam narrowed his eyes. "I thought you weren't using unnecessary Grace?" he questioned.
Pandora shrugged. "This was an emergency." She laughed and shook her head. "Something as little as fixing hair isn't going to be noticed. An automatic clean-up probably wouldn't be noticed either, but I like showers sometimes."
Sam chuckled and nodded his head. "So we're gonna tell everyone you're the intern. You're gonna need a badge..." he said, realizing they didn't have one for her.
Pandora shrugged and ran her fingers through her newly cleaned hair. "I'll whip one up tomorrow. That'll be too small for anyone to notice too, but doing two acts of mojo magic right after another could get a little risky..."
Sam nodded his head, finding it hard not to look at Pandora the more time he spent with her. Is this was Dean and Cas felt like with their staring contests and constant invasion of personal space? "I was enjoying the view, by the way," Sam blurted out before he could really think about it.
Pandora grinned mischievously. "Oh really? Well it's a mutual feeling... My view is pretty spectacular too." Pandora leaned back on her hands and crossed her legs.
"So why an angel wing? That's what your tattoo is right?" Sam asked, closing his laptop and setting it aside.
Pandora glanced down at her right leg, the one that had the tattoo. "Because I never wanna forget who I am. Sometimes it's hard to remember who you are, especially when no one else wants you to be that way. This way I never forget," she explained, letting her fingertips graze over the ink on her skin.
Sam swallowed thickly, attempting to wet his suddenly dry mouth. He nodded his head, letting out an unintelligent sound.
Pandora looked up at Sam and flashed a sly grin. "Why Sam Winchester, have I turned you on?" she asked, letting her eyebrows shoot into her hairline.
Sam sputtered and shifted in his seat. "Uhh... No," he ran his fingers through his hair. "Clearly not."
Pandora hummed and nodded her head. "Suuure. You're clearly not aroused right now," she teased, sauntering over to Sam.
Sam stood up suddenly and wiped his palms on his pants.
Pandora frowned, feeling quite rejected. "What's wrong?" she asked, unable to help the hurt tone.
Sam shook his head. "Maybe us rooming together wasn't a good idea..." he mumbled.
Pandora sat down on her bed, rejected and slightly heart broken. Over her years of watching over the youngest Winchester she'd grown quite attached to him. Their time in the hospital and their conversations over the past couple of days confirmed her feelings. "Hey Sam it's okay. I can take a hint. No more moves on you, I promise..."
Sam shook his head and sat down on his bed, directly across from Pandora. "No no...that's not what I meant," he said with a chuckle. "It's because I'd have a hard time...saying no for your own good."
Pandora arched an eyebrow. "Well this got dramatic super fast..." She propped her elbows on her knees and tilted her head. "Why would you think saying no would be for my benefit. And if you pull the whole "I'm not worthy of an angel" crap I'll punch you."
Sam chuckled and shook his head. But then his smile faded and he became very serious. "Pandora...everything and everyone I ever care about dies."
Pandora rolled her eyes. "You need an archangel blade to even try to kill me, and even then it's pretty difficult. And would you not care about me if we were just platonic friends?" she asked.
Sam's brow knit together and he frowned. "Well no... I'd still care about you... But-"
"Well then how much of a difference will...seeing where this leads us make?" she interrupted, offering a hopeful smile.
Sam still felt torn. He took a sudden interest in his shoes, thinking over what she had just said.
"And it's not just you that lose everyone, Sam. It's your entire family, it's everyone in the business. You Winchesters are so selfless that you sacrifice your life and the safety of yourself and your loved ones to save the people who won't even recognize you for it. But Sam, I'm in the life too. I have been since I opened up that damn box..."
Sam smirked. "I thought it was a metaphorical box?" he questioned.
Pandora shoved him lightly in the chest. "Shut it, Sam."
Sam laughed and Pandora couldn't help but laugh along with him.
Soon their laughter faded and they found themselves with just a few inches between their faces. The air in the room seemed to become much thicker and much more alive with electricity.
"So..." Pandora breathed.
Sam just nodded, closing the distance between them and gently sealing their lips together. The kiss was hesitant, testing the waters. It didn't take long for them to get lost in each other. Pandora positioned herself on Sam's lap and raked her fingers through his hair, earning a moan. Her whole body was on fire, hyper aware of Sam's hands dancing across her skin.
Pandora gasped as Sam attacked her neck, eagerly sucking at her tender flesh. "Sam..." she murmured. The whisper seemed to excite the hunter, as his grip on her waist tightened.
When Sam's tongue and teeth grazed the sensitive spot where we neck and ear met, Pandora groaned. She wriggled in Sam's lap, a growl rumbling in Sam's throat from the friction. He rested his forehead against her shoulder, planting a feather-light kiss on her skin. "We're gonna have to stop this now..." he hissed.
Pandora nodded her head, finding it difficult to draw air into her lungs. "Yeah... I agree." The archangel removed herself from Sam's lap and sat down on her own bed.
Sam chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. "That got a bit more out of control than I had anticipated..." he said in a sheepish tone.
Pandora nodded her head. "Yeah... Yeah I hadn't intended for it to go that far."
Sam grinned and shook his head. "It was from you sitting in my lap and pulling my hair. Definitely all you."
Pandora rolled her eyes and pulled the covers over her form. "Whatever, Winchester..."
Sam rose from his bed and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Goodnight, Pandora..." he whispered.
"Night, Sammykinz."
A/N: Yes we have a kiss~ Sorry this update was a bit late, I've had finals. Reviews and things are always appreciated!
