Sam woke up to the sun streaming in through the dusty window. He groaned and stretched his arms, satisfied with the popping of his joints and muscles. Sam glanced over at the bed to the left of his to find it empty. He frowned and sat up, glancing around the room. No sign of Pandora. His heart dropped and a fearful sensation grew in his stomach. What if he wasn't right to trust her? What if she was just like all of the others? Or worse, what if something happened to her? Sam scrambled out of bed and stepped outside. The crisp morning and the warm glow of the sun greeting him would have made this a beautiful morning, but the fear was clouding his thoughts.
Sam knocked frantically on Dean's door, hoping that it would wake his brother. He heard an irritated groan and some determined footsteps waddle towards the door before it swung open.
"What?" Dean croaked irritably.
"Have you seen Pandora?" Sam asked, his eyes wide with worry.
Dean suddenly seemed to be much more awake. He straightened up and frowned, his eyebrows knitting together. "No?" his tone was questioning, trying to figure out if he should be concerned.
Sam raked his fingers through his hair and cursed under his breath. He stalked back to his motel room, ready to grab his things and go searching for her. He stopped in his tracks when he saw her familiar form standing in the center of the room.
"Hey, there you are... I was wondering where you-" Pandora's sentence was cut off suddenly by the bone-crushing hug Sam had pulled her into. Pandora squeaked in surprise, shooting Dean a confused and strained look when he barged into the room.
"He didn't know where you were..." Dean explained, shrugging his shoulders.
Pandora patted Sam's shoulder, hoping he'd put her down soon. Sam released his grip and air rushed back into her lungs. She gasped, smoothing out her twisted clothes and looking up at Sam with an arched eyebrow. "Well that's sweet and all, Sam... But you don't really need to worry about me..." she said, tilting her head in confusion.
"Well you wake up to see an empty bed that previously had someone who was fond of disappearing suddenly..." Sam murmured, rubbing his arm.
Pandora felt a pang of guilt at the comment. She still hadn't forgiven herself for not healing Sam in the hospital. She was there when he was managing, she could have fixed his wall... But she didn't. She was a coward and she didn't want to die, so she left. She hated that she did it, and she should have known that the guilt wouldn't just go away now that she was with the Winchesters.
Dean interrupted the silence, and Pandora couldn't have been more thankful. "Where'd you zap off to anyway?" he asked.
Pandora pushed her guilt aside and, like every other problem in her life, decided to save it for later. Her expression instantly brightened and she smiled. "I got you guys breakfast!" she replied happily. Pandora bounced over to the multiple bags of food she had purchased and emptied them out. Every breakfast food imaginable was here. Eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes, waffles, french toast, sandwiches, bagels, fruit, cereal, plus drinks. "I wasn't sure what either of you would like... So I got everything."
Dean's expression instantly lit up. He scrambled to the counter, examining the feast that lay before him. "Dude," he said, turning to Sam. "Your angel is the best!" Dean grabbed a plate and filled it with delicious, greasy food.
Pandora snatched the plate away from him. "I am not his angel. Angels aren't owned by people..." she snapped, narrowing her eyes.
"It was a figure of speech, now gimme food," Dean insisted.
"Say please," Pandora chimed.
"No."
Pandora grumbled, but obeyed, handing the oldest Winchester his plate. Dean grabbed a strip of bacon and tore a large piece off, chewing it angrily at the archangel.
Sam approached the two, snagging some fruit and pancakes for himself. "Thanks for this, Pandora. But you didn't have to... We could have gotten breakfast after we got ready," he pointed out, taking a bite of the freshly cut cantaloupe.
Pandora shrugged and smiled up at Sam. "Yeah well... I had time, so I figured why not."
After breakfast was finished, Pandora waited as the boys got dressed. She was already wearing her FBI disguise, had been for a while, actually. Personally, she wasn't one for pant suits, but she knew it would be the best option for her. She wore a charcoal jacket and pants with a plain, white button up shirt underneath. Her hair was in a bun, hiding the bright pink tips of her hair. Simple and definitely not her style, but she wouldn't complain. She fiddled with the fake badge she had "mojo'ed" herself earlier. She couldn't say she liked the idea of being an intern, as she knew Dean wouldn't pass up an opportunity to pretend to be her superior, but it wasn't anything to make a fuss over.
Pandora was snapped out of her thoughts when Sam stepped out of the bathroom, all polished in his nice suit and tie. The angel whistled, taking the opportunity to let her eyes roam over Sam hungrily. "Damn Sam, you clean up good..." she said, flashing a grin. Unlike her, Sam looked good in a suit.
Sam grinned in return, slipping his hands into his pockets. "Ready for your first hunt?" he asked hopefully.
Pandora smiled and nodded her head. "Definitely. Have been ever since you two caught my interest a few years back," she replied.
Dean entered the room, safely tucking his gun in the back of his pants and stowing his knife in the inside pocket of his jacket. Pandora let out another whistle.
"And another home run for the Winchesters," she said appreciatively.
Dean looked over at Pandora and scrunched his nose. "You look like a politician."
Pandora scowled and crossed her arms. "Well this isn't exactly my style, but I wanted to look the part. Trying to blend in here."
Dean smoothed out his hair. "Why is your hair up in a bun?"
Pandora touched her hair and crossed her arms. "Do you think an FBI agent would have the tips of her hair dyed pink? Cause I sure as hell don't."
Dean shrugged, unable to come up with a clever retort. "Let's get going to the first vic's family," he said. He pointed a finger at Pandora. "You," he paused and waggled his fingers, "Are to stay with one of us at all times."
Pandora rolled her eyes and placed her hands on her hips. "Yes, sir," she said in a sarcastic tone.
Sam just shook his head, nudging Pandora's shoulder. "Let's get going."
A/N: The hunt will last for the next few chapters, so stayed tuned for the continuation~ Reviews are wonderful and will be rewarded with my endless amounts of love and affection.