"Mr. Thomas, did your wife have any enemies? People that might want to hurt her?" Sam asked, giving the grieving husband a sympathetic gaze. Mr. Thomas frowned, glancing between the agents three agents sitting on his couch.
"Enemies? But the police ruled Marley's death as a suicide..." Mr. Thomas said with a confused expression.
"We just have to explore every possibility, sir... The number of suicides in this town recently is far more than average, so we need to do this case by the books," Pandora replied, easily taking the words right out of Sam's mouth.
Mr. Thomas nodded his head weakly. He missed his wife terribly, and he just wanted her back. Their son missed her too. Riley may have been young, but Mr. Thomas knew he understood what was going on.
The voice of the female agent snapped Mr. Thomas out of his gaze. He turned to her with surprised eyes, blinking a few times in shock.
"Would you mind if I used your bathroom?" Pandora asked, flashing a kind smile.
Mr. Thomas cleared his throat and shook his head. "Not at all. Upstairs, second door on your left," he said.

Pandora rose to her feet and gave a thankful nod. She caught the surprised expression from Dean, who was obviously not pleased about her not having a chaperone. Sam nudged Dean subtly, while Mr. Thomas had once again drifted into a daze. Pandora felt sorry for the man, but that didn't mean she could rule him out as a suspect.
Pandora climbed the stairs nimbly and then allowed her angel mojo to go to work. It was easy for an angel to sense hex bags and cursed items, so she found the one in the wife's dresser with ease. But other than confirming their suspicion of a witch, she didn't find anything else.
Pandora started down the stairs until she spotted a little boy hiding behind a slightly open door. Pandora stopped and bent down, eyeing the boy sympathetically. Mr. Thomas had mentioned he had a son, so Pandora assumed this was him.
"Hi there," she cooed gently. "My name is Pandora..." her voice was soft and gentle, hoping to coax the young boy out of his hiding spot.
The door he was clutching creaked open slightly as the boy poked his head out further. "That's a weird name..." he murmured.
Pandora smiled and nodded her head. "Yeah well... My dad was a weird guy," she replied with ease. Pandora prided herself on being good with children. Actually, she loved them. She found them to be pure and innocent but still wildly curious and eager to learn about the world. If adults kept some of their child-like characteristics, the world would be much better.
The boy tilted his head to the side a bit. "...Is your hair pink?" he asked suddenly.
Pandora's hand instinctively went to check if her bun was still in place. Sure enough, a couple of strands had slipped out, revealing the bright pink and purple tips. "Yeah... Guess I didn't hide it as well as I thought I did," she mused, tucking her hair back into place.
"Why would you wanna hide it?" Riley asked, furrowing his brow and scrunching his nose in confusion.
Pandora shrugged her shoulders. "Well I have an important job... I have to look adult-y, and that means hide the pink."
"That's stupid..." Riley said easily. Pandora chuckled at the young boy and nodded her head. She turned her head as she heard footsteps downstairs. Sam and Dean must have finished the interview. Pandora turned to Riley, who was still staring at her curiously.
"Are you gonna catch who hurt my mom?" Riley asked.
Pandora nodded her head and offered a small smile. "Yeah, I am."
The boy's grip on the door tightened and he gave a short nod. "Good."

Pandora riffled through her pocket, pulling out a white business card. "Riley, can you do me a favor? If anything weird happens or you need anything, can you call this number on here? It's my number, and I'll be here to help you in a heart beat..." Pandora handed the young boy her card.
Riley studied the card and the number on it. "Daddy says I'm not allowed to use the phone..." he muttered, not tearing his gaze away from the card.
"Well he's right. Phones are silly anyways... But this is just in case of emergency, okay?" she assured the boy.
Riley just slowly nodded his head, now clutching onto the card instead of the door, as if he had changed lifelines suddenly.

Pandora straightened up and made sure her hair was in place. "I'll see you around, kiddo," she said with a soft smile. Pandora could hear footsteps coming up the stairs, obviously wondering what had happened to her. She knew she was gonna have to explain this one, but she didn't want Sam or Dean scaring Riley away. She rushed over to the stairs, practically running into Dean as he charged up them. He gave her a confused and irritated look.
"Found her," he said with ease, as if the following death glare hadn't just happened.
Pandora smiled at Mr. Thomas, who looked utterly confused. "I was just admiring the beautiful paintings you have in your hallway. Where did you get them?" she gave a soft laugh. "I'm a bit of an art fanatic."
Mr. Thomas blinked in surprise, stammering on his words. "Uhh...my uh, my mother-in-law gave them to us. As a house-warming gift," he explained.
Pandora nodded her head. "Well she has excellent taste."
Sam's brow furrowed in confusion at Pandora, but then he turned to Mr. Thomas and was back in character, offering the man a kind smile. "Mr. Thomas, thank you for your time."
With that and a stammered goodbye from the grieving man, they were out the door. Pandora looked up at the second story as she walked down the sidewalk, spotting Riley in the window. She waved to him and smiled, he just stared back. She could see he was still clinging to the business card.
Sam followed Pandora's gaze and then nudged her gently. "You talked to the kid?" he asked, surprised.
"Yeah. I'll tell you about it and the hex bag I found in a second, but let's get in the car. I have this prickly feeling that we're being watched by more than just that kid..." she whispered.

Once they were all safely in the Impala, Sam turned to Pandora, who had opened up the hex bag and was riffling through it with interest. "What are we looking at?" Dean asked, glancing back at Pandora in the rear view mirror.
"New magic... This witch isn't some ancient powerful being... But she's still pretty powerful, considering she was able to get these women to commit suicide without hesitation," she muttered.
"How do you know it's a she?" Sam asked, furrowing his brow.
"Male witch kills all women? I don't think so... These women all went to the same high school, which means our killer probably did too. It's probably some high school drama gone wrong... Our killer liked a guy and he dated all these other women instead... Something like that," Pandora muttered.
"That's just a hunch," Dean said skeptically. "What if all of these women dumped some guy and he wants revenge?"
Pandora shrugged. "Maybe... But by killing them? Seems a little harsh, considering he had feelings for them at some point... Can't rule it out, though," she murmured.
"What did that kid say?" Sam asked.
"Not much... He seemed pretty happy that I was gonna catch who hurt his mom.." she replied.
Sam glanced at Dean and then back at Pandora. "He doesn't think she killed herself?" he asked in a surprised tone.
Pandora shook her head, pulling her hair out of its bun. "No... And I think he knows more than he's letting on... I think the husband does too..."
Dean scrunched his nose up in disbelief. "Why the hell do you think that?" he asked.
Pandora shrugged again. "Just a hunch..."
Dean shook his head and waggled a finger. "Listen, feathers... We don't go on hunches. Not with freaking witches!" he snapped.
Pandora rolled her eyes. "Yeah yeah... I think that this high school business definitely has something to do with it. This is a big personal grudge... I'm gonna go look in the library at the yearbooks... Try and find our victims, ask other people who went to school with them about any drama... That sort of thing," she explained.
"And what makes you think you're allowed to do that?" Dean asked, letting his eyebrows shoot up into his hair. Pandora scowled at his tone, but didn't push her luck.
"Because with me doing research, one of you interviewing the families, and the other one looking at the bodies, we'll get this done in half the time," she retorted, regretting her tone immediately. Dean puffed up his chest, and she knew she'd angered the masculinity within him.
"Oh no... One of us is with you at all times, remember?" he snapped.
"You really shouldn't treat me like a criminal, considering I've done nothing to deserve this treatment!" Pandora's tone was raised. She was aware this was a bad idea, but she didn't care. Dean was pissing her off, and she was still an archangel, dammit.
"You're an archangel! That's reason enough for me!" Dean spat.
"Well you trust my baby bro enough to have a romp in the sheets with him! You guys enjoy all the alone time in Purgatory?" Pandora instantly regretting this statement. She knew what happened with Cas in Purgatory... She knew that he was a touchy subject for Dean, as he had only recent been broken out of Purgatory, for reasons still unknown, and was currently not with them.
Dean slammed on the breaks, causing the car behind them to honk suddenly and swerve out of the way, so not to hit them. "Get the hell out of my car!" Dean snapped.
"Dean!" Sam said.
"You like her so much?! You go with her to research. Do not let her out of your sight, and after this hunt is over, she's gone! I'm going to go talk with the rest of the families."

Once Sam had scrambled out of the car after Pandora, Dean drove away, slamming on the gas and causing skid marks to appear in his wake. The smell of burning rubber now filled the air.
"So I guess we walk to the library?" Pandora said with a shrug.
"Pandora, are you insane?" Sam shouted.
"What...don't like walking? I thought you liked running in the mornings... You know walking is just like running, just a little bit slower and-"
"Pandora!" Sam hollered.
Pandora flinched a bit at her name being shouted. "Your brother is an ass sometimes... I can be trusted, you know."
Sam sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "I know..." he said with a sigh. "But you can't just scream at each other... One of you has to be the reasonable one."
Pandora chuckled, enjoying the light breeze that blew by them. "And you think that's gonna be me?" she mused, arching an eyebrow.
Sam grinned at her. "I think that's not going to be Dean," he retorted.
Pandora laughed, enjoying the sensation of carefree happiness. She felt this around Sam. She had since they met at that crossroads. It was this happiness she felt that made her keep coming back, and then she soon became protective of the boy, which is what made her stay with him. Her laughter soon faded and silence fell over the two. It wasn't uncomfortable... But Pandora couldn't say she was keen to let it continue either. It made her focus on her thoughts, and she knew they'd be telling her Sam was right.
The two walked in silence for a while, but Pandora could feel Sam glancing at her every now and again.
"Okay..." the archangel said suddenly. "I'll apologize to your brother tonight... But Sam, I'm not leaving you. I will let him give me a babysitter, I won't talk back...much. Hell, I'll even let him treat me like a prisoner and keep me in his sight at all times. But I am not leaving."
Sam pursed his lips and swallowed. She wasn't leaving. It was a nice idea, if it was true. Sam didn't think Dean would make her leave. He knew the outburst in the car was just from frustration, but he still thought Pandora would leave eventually. Whether she left out of boredom, or she was forced away from them... It didn't matter, but they always left. As much as Sam wanted to believe Pandora would be the exception, hell he just wanted there to be an exception, he knew that it would never happened. But he didn't voice this. He just nodded his head and let a soft smile flicker across his face. "I know..." he murmured.