"See? What did I tell ya?" Pandora taunted, flaunting her win over the two Winchesters. She had to admit, she was enjoying being right. "I was right. You guys should keep that in mind later on when you question my judgement again."
Dean and Sam both scoffed, though Sam couldn't help the corners of his mouth turning up into a smile. "You got lucky," Dean corrected, waggling a finger at Pandora. The three of them had just discovered that two girls out of the cheerleading squad, the first vic and Sally Harper, the only remaining member, had a fight over a guy their junior year of high school.
"Besides," Sam added, throwing Pandora a sideways glance, "It still doesn't explain why the other three women were killed."
Pandora rolled her eyes and climbed into the backseat of the Impala. "They probably sided with the first vic and Sally got pissy. And seriously, what are the odds that the guy they fought over was the first victim's husband? How else do you explain what's going on?" The archangel crossed her legs and fixed the hair that was sticking out of her bun. She hated having to wear it up, it simply wouldn't stay in place.
Dean rolled his eyes and gripped the wheel of the car. "Maybe it was the husband."
Pandora scrunched her nose up in confusion. "What husband? Ryan Thomas? ...The first vic's husband, that husband?"
"Yes that husband! Geeze... Who else would I be talking about?"

Pandora couldn't believe her ears, and apparently her shock was entertaining, because she could hear Sam suppressing a chuckle as he glanced at her in the rear view mirror. She kicked his seat, earning her a glare. With a satisfied smirk, Pandora turned her attention back to Dean, who was glancing between them curiously. "Why would that sweet, mourning man kill his wife and those other women?"
Dean shrugged his shoulders, turning the Impala down the street Sally Harper was supposed to live on. "I dunno...maybe his wife cheated on him or something...and the other women were just to lead us off track." he suggested.
Pandora scoffed and shook her head, which made Dean shoot her a death glare in the mirror. "Seems unlikely he'd kill three other people just to lead us off his own track..." she said, easily dismissing his idea.
Dean flashed a smirk. "Well, it seems unlikely Sally Harper would kill three other women just because they agreed with Marley Thomas," he retorted.

Pandora opened her mouth to respond, but was interrupted by Sam. "Or, you're both wrong and the last two women are in danger of being killed next by some outside source, and your bickering is keeping us from finding them and stopping them, putting others in danger."
Pandora and Dean made eye contact in the mirror before falling silent obediently.

The three climbed out of the Impala and approached Sally Harper's house. It was just like all the other houses in the neighborhood, two stories, pale in color, perfectly cut grass and pots of flowers decorating the covered porch. Pandora shuddered thinking about suburban towns like this, how similar they all were scared her more than it probably should.
A petite blonde woman opened the wooden door, her brows knit in confusion at the three people in suits standing on her porch. "Yes? Can I help you?" she asked.
Dean flashed a charming smile and pulled out his FBI badge. "Hello Ms. Harper. I'm Agent Garvin, and these are my partners, Agent Willis and Agent Donoghue. We're here to talk to you about the deaths of..." Dean paused and opened up his notebook, "Marley Thomas, Patricia Rollins, Christina Parker, and Jen Duchen."
Sally Harper gripped the door a little bit tighter, but Pandora was unable to tell if that was from nerves or from the loss of her high school friends. "Um...yes, yes of course. Please come in," she said, gesturing inside.

The interior of the house was just as normal as the outside. Solid colored walls in dull hues, shiny wood floors, perfectly centered paintings. One thing Pandora did notice, was that there were not a lot of pictures around. In fact, she wasn't sure if she saw any. No family portraits, vacation pictures, graduation, nothing. It almost looked like this was a house from a furniture catalog and not a place that was actually lived in.
"Can I get you agents anything to drink? Water? Iced tea?" Sally asked, taking a step towards the kitchen.
Sam smiled graciously. "No thank you, Ms. Harper."
Sally looked as if she didn't know what to ask next for a second before she nodded her head and gestured to the living room. "Well then let's...have a seat."
"Now Ms. Harper... When was the last time you saw the victims?" Sam asked, settling into the spot next to Pandora on the couch. Dean looked at the filled couch and gave a small, almost unnoticeable pout, before settling in a chair.
"Oh goodness... Well that would be at the twenty year reunion last month, I suppose. Why exactly are you questioning me?" she asked, knitting her finely trimmed brows together again.
Sam offered another confident, calming smile. "It's just routine, Ms. Harper. We saw that you and were on the cheerleading squad with all of the victims, and we just have to go through these questions."
Sally nodded, but looked unsure. Pandora glanced over at Dean and gave a subtle nod, signaling for him to go off around the house and look for anything suspicious. "Excuse me, Ms. Harper? Would you mind if I used your restroom?" Dean asked.
Sally shook her head and gestured to the stairs. "Um, of course. Upstairs, first door on your right."
Dean gave a grateful nod before walking up the stairs, readying himself to quickly search through the house for witchy items.

"So Ms. Harper," Pandora said, bringing Sally's attention back to her. The woman had been staring at the staircase, tapping her foot nervously. "Do you know of anyone that would have wanted to hurt any of these women?"
Sally frowned and shook her head. "What? No, no. They were all lovely women, I don't know why anyone would want to hurt them..."
Pandora nodded her head, though she did take note that Sally Harper didn't question the fact that their deaths had been previously ruled as suicides, which she thought to be odd.
"Now Ms. Harper... What can you tell me about the fight you and Marley Thomas had over her husband back in high school?" Sam asked.
Sally suddenly looked very confused. She glanced quickly between Sam and Pandora, baffled at such a question. "Well we... We were teenage girls who both liked the same boy! We agreed not to date him, but then after high school ended they started seeing each other. It was so long ago, I hardly even remember why I liked Ryan in the first place," she said with a small, slightly forced laugh.
Pandora opened her mouth to ask another question, but at that moment, Dean had strolled down the stairs with a wide smile. "Sorry to interrupt, but we just got a call. We need to get going soon. Got the information we need?" he asked. Pandora frowned, but didn't push the matter.
Sam glanced down at his notepad and nodded his head, flashing Sally Harper another smile. "I think so. Thank you for your time, Ms. Harper. If you need anything..." Sam paused and pulled out his card, Sally took it with a shaky hand, "...just call."

Once they were all safely in the Impala, Pandora scowled at Dean. "What the hell was that?" she demanded, earning her a warning glare from Sam.
"She wasn't our witch," Dean said cooly.
Pandora scoffed and crossed her arms. "Yeah? And how do you know?" she retorted.
"Because, Dora-" she scowled at the nickname, "-I found this in her bathroom cabinet." Dean tossed the hex bag back to Pandora, who fumbled around a bit before she caught it. The archangel's eyebrows knit together and she examined the hex bag.
"Same as the others... There wasn't a bag at Julia Graham's house... Think the witch is gonna hit her house next?" she asked.
"That's what I'm thinkin'"
"So we watch Julia's house? Wait for the witch to pop by and hide the hex bag?" Sam questioned, glancing between Dean and Pandora.
"Yep, then we gank the bitch," Dean replied with a grin.

"So Pandora..." Dean began, "Think maybe you can use some angel mojo to help us out tonight?" he asked, obviously hopeful this would be an easy kill.
The archangel sighed, running her fingers through her hair. She was thankful that she could have it down, and that she was now able to get rid of that awful pant suit. "If things turn sour, then I'll of course save you guys. But...I'd prefer not to if I don't have to. I don't really want to find out the hard way that this protection I have isn't as good as I'd hoped. But I will pop into Julia's house, cloaked of course, and watch from inside." She knew it wasn't the kind of help Dean was probably hoping for, but it was the best she could do. Did she really think that her family would find her and kill her as soon as they sensed her Grace? No, probably not. And she wasn't even sure if they would be able to sense her Grace at all, but it was better safe than sorry. She'd spent too long hiding and having to stay away from the Winchesters to lose them now.
Dean shrugged his shoulders. "Alright, well then I guess we'd better get locked and loaded, huh?" he replied.

The hunt had gone surprisingly well. They'd found the witch, who as it turned out was another girl from their high school. Apparently the group of popular girls had made her life a living hell, and she wanted her revenge. Dean couldn't understand why she couldn't just let these things go, but he decided to just kill the bitch instead of asking. Pandora only needed to step in once, when the witch had gained the upper hand and had Sam and Dean gasping for air because of a choking spell. The archangel had sent the witch flying across the room, effectively breaking Julia Graham's mug collection. The spell on the boys then broke and they easily killed the witch.

The three now sat in Sam and Pandora's motel room, sipping at their beers and enjoying the after hunt relaxation time.
Dean's gaze flickered between Pandora and Sam, observing as they behaved around each other. It seemed so natural, like they'd known each other for years. It took Dean a minute to remember that Sam technically had known Pandora for a while, though in this case, "know" was a relative term. He watched as Pandora playfully swatted Sam's hands away as he tried to get his beer back, which Pandora had stolen because of how Sam poked fun at the pantsuit she had to wear today.
"Listen here, Winchester, not all of us can look as good in suits as you do. Pant suits make me look like Hilary Clinton... But it fit the job, I had to do it," Pandora said, once again swatting away the large pair of hands that tried to grab the stolen beer bottle. "Ah-ah! Apologize," she demanded, fixing Sam with a stern look.
"Fine, fine. I'm sorry you so weird in pant suits," Sam joked, flashing a mischievous grin.
Pandora narrowed her eyes and scowled, causing Sam to hold up his hands in defense. "Alright, okay! You don't look bad in pant suits, it's just odd seeing you in one. You look better in your other clothes."
Satisfied with the apology, Pandora handed Sam back his beer.

Dean sighed, rubbing his face with his hands. He was stuck with Pandora. If there was ever any doubt that she'd leave before, it was gone at seeing the two of them together. He couldn't say that he didn't like her, actually he thought she was a decent chick to be around. But he still didn't trust her, or more he wouldn't trust her...not yet. They'd been bitten in the ass by betrayal too many times before. Dean silently prayed that things would go well this time... Sammy could use someone that made him happy and made him smile like he used to.
"Dean? Hey, earth to Dean, come in Dean." The sound of Pandora's voice repeatedly calling his name snapped him out of his thoughts. He blinked rapidly, looking at her in surprise.
"What?" he asked, suddenly realizing that she might have been trying to get his attention for a while now.
"Are you okay? You looked pensive."
Dean arched an eyebrow at her choice of words. "I'm fine. I wasn't...pensive, I was just spacing out. And I actually think I'm gonna hit the hay. We should head out early tomorrow, maybe go on a supply run until we find a new case," Dean replied, pushing himself to his feet and trudging towards the door. "Now you two behave, cause if I walk in on you naked tomorrow morning I'm gonna need brain bleach," he added before closing the door behind him and going into his own room.

Sam's face flushed red at the comment and he cleared his throat awkwardly, taking another swig of his beer. He knew that he was doomed. He'd let himself get attached to Pandora, and that never ends well for him.
Pandora's gaze flickered over to Sam a few times, trying to gauge his reaction to Dean's words. She nudged him gently and offered a smile. "Hey...you know I'm not going anywhere, right?" Her voice was reassuring. Part of her knew that this probably wouldn't ease Sam's worries, but it'd at least calm them down for now.
Sam let his tensed shoulders relax a bit and he smiled in return. "I know..." He found genuinely smiling to be easy around Pandora, and that didn't happen for him very often. He reached out and cupped Pandora's cheek, his thumb caressing her skin.
Pandora instinctively leaned into his touch and allowed her eyes to flutter shut. It took her by surprise when she felt a familiar pair of lips tentatively brush her own.

The kiss was soft and cautious and was much less rushed then their first kiss. It ended almost as suddenly as it began, but left the pair of them smiling like idiots. Pandora bit her lip, attempting to suppress her smile. Sam couldn't help but think that the lip she was worrying with her teeth looked extremely kissable. The archangel leaned forward, pecking Sam on the nose before she rose to her feet and stretched her arms above her head with a satisfied groan. "I think I'm gonna get an hour of rest or so... Let myself relax a bit."
Sam watched, enthralled, as she stretched, the movement exposing some of her stomach. He mumbled incoherently, not exactly sure what he'd just agreed to.
Pandora looked down at Sam, curious why he seemed suddenly out of it, only to find that he was distracted. She grinned, pleased that she could cause Sam to start using that vivid imagination she knew he had.
Sam's face flushed when the archangel was suddenly in his space, their lips mere inches apart. "You're gonna have to learn to control those roving eyes if we're gonna keep on track with slow, Winchester," Pandora cooed.
Sam let out another unintelligent sound before he crashed their lips together again. Pandora sucked in a surprised breath through her nose, but returned the kiss without hesitation. Before she knew it, and without even realizing that they'd suddenly moved, Sam had Pandora backed against a wall.

Pandora placed a hand on either side of Sam's face, forcing them apart. Despite not needing oxygen as much as Sam, she still found herself breathless. "Sammy...Sammykinz, there's no rush, kid. Seriously, we should definitely take it slow." As much as it pained her to see that hurt expression on Sam's face, she knew this was for the best. "What I mean is...I don't want us to take this a step further than we should, and then have you worrying that I'm gonna disappear on you one day. We should wait until you trust, and I mean really trust, that I'm here to stay."
Sam let out a disappointed sigh, but he knew she was right. He leaned their foreheads together, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly. "Why do you have to know me so well already? It's not fair."
Pandora smoothed out the parts of Sam's hair that she had messed up during the kiss and grinned. "I watched you for a while, kiddo."
"That's not creepy at all."
Pandora chuckled, swatting Sam playfully on the arm. "Shut it, Winchester. And let me go, I wanna lay down."
They lay facing each other in their separate beds, though neither realized they were doing it. "Night, Pandora," Sam mumbled as sleep started to take him.
Pandora just smiled, listening to the sound of Sam's even breathing. "Night, Sam..." she whispered once she was sure he was asleep.

A/N: So here's the update for this week! I'll be moving along in the season next chapter, so stay tuned!