A/N: Phew! Here's another one for you guys XD I feel like being nice since I haven't updated in so long really lol so this story looks like it's going to be about 40-41 chapters there abouts, just a heads up for all of you! I have to say thank you again to everyone who reads, follows, favorites, and reviews not just this story but all of them! And also the people who add me to their favorite authors or follows list :) that's very flattering!

So I won't give away anything that happens in the end obviously but I'm really excited to hear what you all think on how this story ends :) also, once this story is done I'll be focusing on one of my other creations, but I will be doing one shots on the side as well. I already have a few ideas, but I'm open to anyone who messages, or leaves me a review about something they would like to see or read about. :) I did get some people who said they wanted a one shot about when Dean finds out he's pregnant by his two angels in "In the Arms of the Angel," and I'm just telling you I will be working on a one shot to publish bouncing off that storyline and showing you how he reacted ;) so I hope you guys like it :)

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When she had regained her bearings, she looked around and took in her environment in one quick glance. They were in a small shack, no windows and very tight. The whole length was maybe ten feet length and width wise, a small rickety table and two stools sat in the middle with a light bulb hanging down and just barely illuminating the space.

Her eyes narrowed as the person who had taken her here walked into the small circle of light, finally allowing her features to be seen. Pandora smirked at Amy as she pulled the stool away from the table and sat down primly, as if she sat on a throne.

Gesturing to the other chair, Pandora simpered, "Why don't you sit, Amy dear, and we can talk."

Amy's eyes narrowed even further at Pandora as she gazed at her outstretched hand untrustingly. "And why should I do that?"

"Oh, come now, Amy. If I had really wanted to do you harm I would have already done so by now," Pandora said, slightly impatient, as she wrapped her knuckles against the wood.

Amy raised an eyebrow at this. "Really?"

Pandora rolled her eyes. "Why so unbelieving? Oh, would it be because you are a nephilim?"

Amy's eyes widened slightly and Pandora couldn't help the shark-like smirk spread across her face. "Oh, yes, Amy, I know all about your little tricks. However, I have tricks of my own and you can't kill me anyway."

Amy frowned, but hesitantly inched her way to the stool and sat down on the edge of her seat. She wanted to be able to jump up quickly and defend herself if she needed to. However, just judging by the way Pandora seemed perfectly at ease, that wouldn't have to happen.

"What makes you so sure I can't kill you?" she asked her skeptically.

Pandora shrugged. "Don't dispute it, Amy. You just can't kill me, not in the sense that you're thinking. See, I guess I somewhat lied about that little tidbit."

Amy rolled her eyes. "Big surprise. You strike me as the type that lies a lot."

Pandora gave her an ice-cold glare across the table. The two stared at one another without blinking for a few short minutes until Amy couldn't help but shift uncomfortably. Pandora let a small smirk tug the edges of her mouth at the unconscious movement.

"Yes, well, you would be more prone to lying if you had me around, now wouldn't you?" Pandora said.

Amy frowned again. "What exactly do you mean?"

"Haven't you ever noticed? You're a goody-two-shoes. You feel bad when you as much as accidentally forget to do your last-minute reading that your teacher wanted you to do. Or when you have to cancel on one of your little friends. Or even if you have to tell a little white lie. Ever wonder why that is, Amy?" Pandora sneered.

Amy shrugged as if it was no big deal. "I have a conscience and you don't. You just don't care about the people you hurt."

Pandora smiled at her. "You're right and wrong, Amy. You're right in the fact that I don't have a conscience to speak of. But you're wrong in the idea that there is not someone that I wouldn't hurt."

Amy stared at her in confusion. "I don't understand."

"Well, I guess you wouldn't," Pandora stated, sighing tiredly. "You see, the person that I wouldn't hurt is you."

~x~

Sam and Gabe Talking at the Mystery Spot

(6 Months Later)

~x~

"You're right. I was just screwing with you. Pretty good, though, Sam. Smart. Let me tell you, whoever said Dean was the dysfunctional one has never seen you with a sharp object in your hands. Holy Full Metal Jacket!" stated the Trickster, snickering as he rolled the stake in his hands playfully.

"Bring him back," Sam pleaded quietly.

"Who, Dean? Didn't my girl send you flowers? Dean's dead. He ain't coming back. His soul's downstairs doing the hellfire rumba as we speak."

"Just take us back to that Tuesday—er, Wednesday—when it all started. Please. We won't come after you, I swear," Sam pleaded desperately with the Trickster.

"You swear," said Gabe as he raised his eyebrows at the hunter.

"Yes," Sam stated firmly as he tried to convey his sincerity.

"I don't know. Even if I could—"

"You can," Sam began to plead but the trickster cut him off.

"True," he stated raising his finger, "But that don't mean I should. Sam, there's a lesson here that I've been trying to drill into that freakish Cro-Magnon skull of yours."

Sam frowned in confusion at that. "Lesson? What lesson?"

"This obsession to save Dean? The way you two keep sacrificing yourselves for each other? Nothing good comes out of it. Just blood and pain. Dean's your weakness. And the bad guys know it, too. It's gonna be the death of you, Sam. Sometimes you just gotta let people go," said Gabe as he backed away with his arms outstretched nonchalantly.

"He's my brother," stated Sam. "What would you do if it were, Amy? I've seen the way you look at her, the way you care about her. Are you telling me you would be able to just let her go after everything you two have been through?"

Gabe was quiet as he mulled what the younger Winchester had just said. Sighing, he rubbed his face between his hands. "The difference with that, Sam, is that Amy isn't dead. Dean is, and sometimes it's not for the best to bring people back. Besides, his contract is almost up, and you and me both know that you can't stop that."

Sam stared dejectedly down at the floor. Finally, he looked up at the trickster. "If you care about Amy as much as I care about my brother then you would understand. Please. Just—please."

Gabe rolled his eyes towards the ceiling. "I swear, it's like talking to a brick wall." Sam just continued to look at him with his puppy dog eyes until Gabe sighed in frustration. "Okay, look. This all stopped being fun months ago. You're Travis Bickle in a skirt, pal. I'm over it."

"Meaning what?"

"Meaning that's for me to know and you to find out." Gabe snapped his fingers and Sam woke up to the radio blaring in his ear.

"Rise and shine, Sammy!"

~x~

Back in the Shack

~x~

"Me? Why me?"

Pandora cracked her fingers expertly on the table in front of her, watching the beautiful woman in front of her suspiciously. She glanced up at Amy and couldn't help the small smirk that distorted her features.

"Oh, don't give me that look, girl," she simpered at her with mock innocence. "After all, we are one and the same."

Amy glowered at the aloofness of the answer. "Answer the question straight this time. And we're nothing alike; for starters I wouldn't hurt my friends just to get some sick and twisted enjoyment out of it."

Pandora rolled her eyes as she began to click her nails against the table in a steady beat. She snorted delicately and then leveled her cool gaze at Amy. "Oh, my dear, you really have no idea the extents that you would go to protect those that you love. Believe me, I could tell you just how far you are willing to go."

Amy glowered. "But you can't feel love."

Pandora leaned her head back and gave a huge burst of laughter at her straightforward response. She shifted again uncomfortably at the blatant display of mirth being broadcasted by the otherwise dangerous female. Finally, Pandora calmed down and looked back at her.

"That's true," she stated, pointing her finger at Amy. "However, I can learn it, and you can learn what everything else feels like."

Amy shook her head. "I still don't understand what you mean."

Pandora huffed and crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Okay, let's start at the beginning. I'm assuming that Jezebel has told you about me by now." She waited pointedly for Amy to nod in acknowledgment. "Excellent. So then you know some of the backstory. Or the lie, anyways."

Amy shook her head and ran her fingers nervously through her hair. "For starters, it's Jazz, not Jezebel," Pandora merely raised an eyebrow at that. "And secondly, I don't think I would call it a lie."

Pandora snickered. "I would. Considering that Jazz wasn't even born yet when this all happened to us."

Amy cocked her head at that. "Us?"

"See, I wasn't trapped in the box, I was the woman who opened the box. The ancient Greek gods created me once upon a time. And in due course, I was given a box to watch and guard but to never open. That was my one true job given to me by them. However, back then I was weak and my curiosity got the best of me. When I opened the box, all of the evil of the world spilt out and infected the humans under Mount Olympus. It didn't stop there, no, it spread. By the time I realized what was happening I attempted to close the box, to, shall we say, stem the tide. It was no use, and my efforts were in vain. After all the evil poured forth and finally stopped there was one small, bright glimmer sitting on the bottom. When I looked closer, it was a bright, white light. So bright, in fact, that I had to shield my eyes from it as it ascended upwards and streaked off like a falling star."

Amy watched as Pandora recounted her tale. She saw the woman look up at the sky as if reliving the memory all over again from so many years ago. Her eyes shone in what could have been sadness but what Amy could only see as anger that was made apparent.

"When Zeus found out what I did, he wasn't forgiving like the legend leads people to believe. No, he was wrathful. He ripped my hope from me, all my kindness and compassion. All my love and peace. Gone," she said with a snap of her fingers. "He cursed me to roam the Earth, never finding any peace. Never finding someone who could love me for me. And I've cursed him every single day for the pain that he forced me to endure for my one mistake."

It was quiet in the small shack for some time as Amy digested everything Pandora had just confided in her. She bit her lip as she harshly swallowed. "So according to you, the legend is wrong."

Pandora snorted at that. "The legends have all been wrong before. I could list tens of hundreds that have been wrong over the centuries."

Amy linked her hands on the table and twiddled her thumbs as she thought about her next question. She felt the need to step gracefully around Pandora at this moment. "So, I still don't understand."

Pandora looked up at her. "What don't you understand?"

Amy shrugged at Pandora. "Well, for instance, what does any of this have to do with me?"

"You mean you haven't at least had an inkling from what I've told you?" she asked in exasperation. Amy merely stared at her and Pandora huffed in agitation. "You're it, Amy."

Amy's eyebrows knit together in puzzlement. "I'm what?"

"You're my hope, reincarnated to take the form of another life form. You are the missing piece of me, the half of me that can make me whole. You are my hope."

~x~

Back at the Little Flat

~x~

Gabe walked up the steps tiredly after he had reappeared on the walkway. He had just come from the States, having talked with the youngest Winchester. That should keep Sam busy for a while anyways.

'Give a dog a bone and it's satisfied for a bit,' Gabe thought to himself as he walked into the house.

Walking into the kitchen, his eyebrow rose as he took in Jazz slumped over at the kitchen table, her arms pillowing her head and a magazine stuck to the bare skin it could find. Walking over to her, he shook her shoulder gently in an effort to wake her.

It seemed to work; she slowly shuffled around and her eyes opened, blinking tiredly. Yawning, she slowly sat up and rubbed her fingers over her cheeks to awaken herself. Looking up at him, she smiled.

"Hey Gabe," she said as a big yawn broke through. "Just got in?"

He nodded in response. "Yeah. Is Amy sleeping already?"

Jazz frowned at that and looked at the time. "Wait, its 10 already?!"

Gabe glanced over in confusion. "Yeah, why?"

Jazz quickly stood up. "She went out for a walk and I decided to sit up and wait for her. I must have dozed off because that was two hours ago!"

Gabe felt his pulse quicken as he looked around the dark house. Lance and Missy said they had a few errands to run, so to not expect them back for at least two days. Other than that, it was just Jazz, Amy and himself here in this little flat while they waited for the other two to return. He quickly tore out of the kitchen, going room to room looking for her.

When they had thoroughly checked the small house, Gabe had to concede what his instinct had been screaming at him since Jazz had said something. Amy wasn't in the house.

~x~

Back in the Shack

~x~

"That's impossible," Amy scoffed. "You can't reincarnate hope. It's not a person, it doesn't have a soul. It can't be done."

"Yeah, well, then the impossible happened," Pandora replied.

"Look, how do you know it's even me and not someone else?" Amy asked skeptically. "There's no way to prove that I am what you say I am."

"Besides your self-righteous attitude among heavenly traits that have nothing to do with you being nephilim?" Pandora replied sarcastically. "Don't try that heavenly bullshit with me. I've met angels and nephilim and depending on the individual they can all be dicks."

Amy rolled her eyes at her disparaging remark. "Yes, fine then, besides that. What makes you so sure?"

"I can feel something that I haven't felt in years," she said quietly as she placed her hand on the center of her chest. "Here; it feels different. It feels almost warm. I haven't felt this in so many years. I thought I was incapable of understanding this feeling anymore."

"I'm sorry, but what now?" Amy said.

Pandora gave her a quizzical look. "What do you mean?"

"Are you going to kill me? Or what? What happens now?" Amy asked, becoming defensive at Pandora's cold eyes on her.

Pandora shook her head. "Kill you? After all the waiting I've done? After all the searching, or persevering in any hopes to find you? No, Amy, no. There is one thing."

She huffed in annoyance at that comment. "Of course there's a catch."

Pandora ignored her sarcastic comment and continued on unperturbed. "We can become one. A full person, you could understand your full range of emotions. It requires though the consent of both of us in order to be done, though."

Amy paused at that and stared at Pandora scrutinizing her every move. "So you need me to agree in order for the both of us to merge?"

Pandora nodded.

"I don't know," Amy said hesitantly, "I still don't know if you're even telling me the truth, or if you're even capable of it."

She shrugged at that. "Well, take some time to think it over and muddle it through your thoughts. I'm sure there's something that can help you with that."

Amy stopped from rising and looked at her in confusion. "What do you mean? Something that can help me?"

Pandora smirked for the first time in a while and cocked an elegant eyebrow. "Forgotten already? Psh. Poor you. You'll understand on your own." She stood up from the table. "Now then, I assume you want me to take you back to your little friends. Give it some time and think it over."

Amy didn't take the offered hand. She merely rose on her own and walked towards the rickety door. "Thanks, but I can escort myself."

Pandora giggled and shrugged. "Suit yourself. Oh, and Amy?" Amy turned around and stared at her. "That recurring dream that you still have even to this day? The man in the golden light? He's a lot nearer than you think, and not everyone is being entirely truthful around you."

Amy scowled. "I don't need your advice, Pandora." With that, she walked out and closed the door with a final thud behind her.

Pandora stood for some time alone in the small shack. She began to chuckle as she looked up at the ceiling. "No, you may not need me now, but eventually you will. We will be one."

A/N: Hope you guys liked it! Always happy to hear from you guys in any shape or form :) don't expect an update for now until the weekend probably just so you know..