--I hope you guys like this one! Have fun!--

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"Museum robberies?" Dean asked, incredulous to what his younger brother had just said. "You want us to drive three hundred miles for museum robberies? C'mon Sammy, you usually don't go on a whim here."

"If you would have let me finish," Sam said sharply. "Bobby called me and told me we should check it out." Dean leaned back and smiled.

"Oh, well in that case, spill College Boy." Sam snickered and looked back at the laptop screen.

"Okay, there was four museum break ins in New York, New York including the Museum of Natural History."

"And why does Bobby think we should go?" Dean asked.

"Probably because there was nothing taken each time and witnesses say they saw some strange woman with weird eyes talking about a box." Sam said. Dean shook his head.

"Jeez, the things we hunt. So what do ya think? Ghost, Shapeshifter, Demon what?" He asked, taking a swig of his beer.

"My best guess would be some greedy Shapeshifter or a demon looking for something." He said.

"Awesome," Dean said with a sarcastic smile. He looked around the bar Scoping for something good to look at. He saw a blonde ordering a drink and grinned. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go do what I do best." He stood and sauntered over to the bar. He leaned against it, close enough to the girl that he wasn't being creepy and looked at the bartender.

"Shot of Daniel's please." He said. The girl glanced at him from the corner of her eye and blushed when she saw him looking back at her. "Hi." Dean said with a small smile. She smiled back and her flush deepened.

"Hi," She said quietly. "Come here often?" She asked. She giggled a second later and put a hand over her eyes. "I think that was the dumbest thing I ever said." She admitted. Dean chuckled.

"It's okay, I've said worse," He said. "I'm Dean."

"I'm Nicole," She said, the redness in her face starting to fade. "So are you from around here or..?"

"No, I uh, travel a lot." He said. She nodded.

"So what do you do for a living?" She asked.

"Military." He said, the lie quickly spilling out without much of a second thought.

"Navy?" She asked. Dean scowled.

"Navy, pshh. Nah, Marines," He said, his Dad immediately coming to mind. "Those Navy guys have no idea what they're doing." Nicole pushed a lock of hair behind her ear, looking uncomfortable.

"My, uh, brother's in the Navy." She said.

"Oh, god I'm sorry," Dean said quickly. Nicole shook her head and smiled. "God sorry, my Dad was a Marine and, well I, sorry…" He stammered.

"Hey," Nicole said, putting her hand on his shoulder. "It's okay. To be honest my brother's kind of a wuss." She said with a laugh. Dean relaxed and laughed to. "Besides that was really kinda cute." She admitted, blushing again. Dean smiled back at her, and the look she gave him back told him,

"I am so in."

"As long as I'm not interrupting anything else," Sam said, irritated. "Can we get back to work please?" Dean nodded and pushed the pedal down further on the Impala.

"Hey Sammy just because you can't have any fun doesn't mean I can't." He said with a smirk. Sam rolled his eyes. "So where's stop number one?"

"Probably, uh, 'Chinese in the Americas'." Sam said.

"Where's that?" Dean asked. Sam read off the directions. "Hey, you think they got food there?"

Sam rolled his eyes.

Dean looked around the small museum, bored.

"So she just barged in and demanded that you give her…" Sam said, trailing off and prompting the Curator to finish.

"She was yelling about her box." The Curator said. "She said she wanted her box back." Sam and Dean exchanged glances and turned back to him.

"Did she specify what kind of a box or anything like that?" Sam asked.

"No, she just said she wanted it back." He said simply.

"Was their anything strange about her, like her eyes or anything like that?" Dean asked.

"Yes, her eyes were, well they were a really light gray."

"Did they seem to shine, or catch the light weird?" Dean asked. The Curator shook his head.

"No, just an unnatural shade of gray." Dean nodded. Sam wrote something down on the notepad he had in his hand. "What agency did you say you guys worked for?"

"CIA," Dean answered quickly. "This woman is a person of interest." Sam nodded. The Curator nodded. "So, you have to keep this quiet alright?" Dean said with a wink. The man nodded.

"Okay, that's all we need. We'll call you if we have anymore questions." Sam said.

"Thank you uh…"

"Agent Hagar and Agent Roth." Dean finished. Sam tried not to roll his eyes.

"Yes," The Curator said, apparently missing Dean's music reference. "Thank you."

Sam smiled politely and turned around, heading for the door, Dean did the same.

"Alright that's the fifth museum we've checked and they all say the same thing," Dean said. "Some crazy bitch looking for a box, or a jar." He swung the driver side door shut and started the Impala door shut. He stuck the keys in the ignition as Sam got in and turned the key.

The Police scanner rumbled its white noise and dispatch began speaking.

"Museum robbery in progress at the South Seaport museum. Officers please respond."

Sam and Dean looked at each other and Dean made an immediate U-turn and headed toward the museum's location, only to hit a mass of traffic.

"Damn it!" Dean yelled, slapping the steering-wheel. Seconds later his phone rang. "Now what?!" He bellowed. Sam stifled a laugh.

"Hello?" Dean asked. His eyes grew moments later. "What? Again? Weren't we just there like a month ago? …Yeah I guess we're pretty popular…Yeah, we'll be there…Uh-huh, bye." He closed his phone and looked at Sam, an incredulous look on his face.

"What?" Sam asked.

"Somebody broke into Dad's storage again."

"What?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, again." Sam looked from the police scanner, to Dean's phone, which was still in his hand.

"What are we gonna do?" Sam asked. "Do we go to the break-in or the storage?"

"You go to the museum, I'll see what someone was trying to steal this time." Dean said.

"How are you gonna get there?" Sam asked.

"My car, duh," Dean said. "You're doing what every other New Yorker does, you're taking a cab."

"But Dean-"

"Go on Sammy you'll be fine." Dean assured. Sam sighed and got out of the car. "Hey!" Dean called before Sam shut the door. "If you get mugged, make sure somebody gets it on tape!" Sam scowled at him.

"Jerk." He mumbled, turning away.

"Bitch!"

Dean walked carefully through the vast hallway, not making a sound as he worked his way toward his father's storage bin, shifting his grip on his gun.

"Honey I'm home!" Dean called, receiving an echo as a response. "Come out, come out whatever you are!" Dean said in a sing-song voice. Still nothing. He walked to the bin door and pushed it open. Nothing seemed to be out of place, minus the blown traps he and same had reset. He looked around carefully, trying to make out if anything had been moved recently.

Footprints led to a shelf filled with boxes and jars, the same one that had the rabbit's foot on it. The shoes were thin and a dot at the end of each one. Heels.

"Oo, Bella if you came in here I'll slit your throat." He growled. He looked at each jar carefully. One seemed to stand out, he wasn't sure why, but it did. He picked it up. The thing was so small it fit in his hand. "What the hell is this stuff?" He whispered. A noise behind him made him turn. He shoved the small jar into his pocket and cocked his gun.

"Winchester," A voice said. "Man! Why Winchesters! I have the worst luck ever!" A woman came into view and she was shaking her head, agitated with herself.

"Who are you?" Dean asked, ready to fire at any second. The woman looked up at him and grinned. He could barely see in this dark place.

"C'mere a minute Dean." She said sweetly. It wasn't that sickly, mocking sound most creatures spoke with, it sounded pretty normal. Suddenly Dean went flying out of the storage bin, his gun falling out of his hand and onto the ground. He hit the wall, hard, and faced the woman.

"Ah," she said. "So much better. Now we can talk properly." She was hot, really hot. She had long black hair that feel straight next to her head. Her pale skin was almost luminous, and her lips were the weirdest purple he had ever seen. Her dress that fell to her knees was purple, black lace trimming the bottom and part of the corset that snaked its way to her chest. Her boots were tall, the leather ending at her thighs. She must have seen him checking her out.

"Heloo? My eyes are up here sugar." She said. Dean looked up at her eyes, and made sure to keep them there.

"Who the hell are you?" He asked. She laughed.

"Man, didn't your Dad teach you boys anything?" She asked. Dean didn't answer. "I'm Pandora." She said. Dean's brow cocked.

"Kind of an exotic name. Is there a reason your parents named you after a chick with a box." Pandora laughed and shook her head.

"Sugar, you misunderstand. I'm not a Pandora, I'm the Pandora, you know, the chick with the box?"

Dean's eyes grew and she chuckled again.

"So, you control the seven deadly sins?" He asked. She nodded.

"Yep, have since before Jesus was born. Sorry my demons came after you and your brother. Jeez, Hell opens and they lose track of me for five seconds…" She trailed off. Dean was dazed. A demon, and a powerful one, was apologizing to him.

"Wait, so, you didn't want them to kill Sam and me?" He asked. She shook her head.

"Oh, no, no, I never wanted to be in charge, haven't for a long time. But you see, I need my box back. Well, actually it's a jar but whatever."

"And you think my Dad has it?" Dean asked.

"Correction, I know your Dad has it." She said. Man, she was not your typical demon, in any way, shape, or form.

"What the hell do you want with it?" Dean asked. She giggled.

"Well, to open it. Duh!" She said.

"What happens when you open it?" He struggled against the invisible bonds that were holding him in place, making no progress. She grinned.

"All of my sins infect every human on the face of the planet and they'll turn into the monsters they were meant to be and destroy themselves."

"Leaving demons to have Earth all to themselves." Dean finished.

"You got it sugar." She said with a wink. "And since I can tell you're gonna be a pain in the ass, I'm gonna give you something to keep you busy." She said. She started pacing back and forth, a thoughtful pressed to her violet lips. "Ah," She said. Dean froze, ceasing to try and get out of her grip. "You're kind of a dick Dean." She said simply.

"I've been called worse." Dean admitted.

"So, I'm gonna help you." She smiled. Dean's brows rose.

"You are?" He asked. She nodded. "What are you gonna do?"

"Well," Her grin broadened. "You'll have to wait and see." She snapped her fingers and Dean braced himself.

Dean gasped and sat up. He looked around, to see the inside of his cars, parked perfectly on the side of the road, back in town.

"What the hell was that?"

--Hmm...what did Pandora do? Guess you'll have to wait and find out! In the meantime send me some feedback!!--