The Impossible Hunter

Chapter Three

When she awoke, her heart jumped out of her chest when she realized she smelled something burning over the vicious smell of lilacs.

Her first thought was that the building was on fire, but she didn't hear any fire alarms. Then she remembered the soufflé. Oswin looked over at the microwave with disappointment as she saw burnt residue splattered all over the inside glass. Apparently, microwave soufflés were not a thing.

There was a knock on the door, probably a maid or the management making sure her hotel room wasn't on fire.

"I'm fine! Everything's fine!" Oswin shouted as she searched for something to scrape out the microwave with, "No fire, just over-nuked some leftovers!"

"That's a shame," came a man's voice from the door, "cause I heard the girl in this room was supposed to be smoking hot!"

Oswin knew that voice. Panicking, she looked at the clock. She'd slept for five hours! She dropped the fork and left it at the bottom of the microwave as she ran to the door.

Pulling it open just enough to stick her head out she saw Sam and Dean standing there, both holding duffle bags. Sam had on a red plaid shirt over a black v-neck, Dean wore a dark green flannel over a grey crew neck, and both were sporting jeans and combat boots. Dean was still grinning at the cleverness of his own joke, whereas Sam just looked annoyed with him.

"Just a moment please!" Oswin said quickly. She slammed the door, locked it, and looked around the room. Her dirty clothes were still strewn across the floor, the cooking supplies were still spilled out all over the counter, she was still in her pajamas, and the microwave still had charred soufflé plastered all over it.

Sprinting back and forth across the room, she picked up her old clothes and jammed them all in her suitcase, hastily sliding it back under the bed.

Oswin ran over to the desk, terrified to find all the ingredients still out. Zipping to the mini fridge, she found it to be full, but still managed to cram in a carton of eggs and a jug of milk.

As she turned around, her heart leaped out of her chest and she let out an audible squeak when she saw Sam and Dean standing in the middle of her room.

"Uh... The door was open?" Dean tried.

"We picked the lock," Sam said bluntly.

Oswin let out an exasperated sigh, "Well I probably would have kept you waiting another ten minutes anyway," she scanned the room, and Sam and Dean did the same. Everyone's eyes lingered on the microwave.

"Uh... What happened there?" Sam asked.

"Leftovers, huh?" Dean asked.

"No, I, uh, tried to make a soufflé," Oswin blushed.

"In the microwave? Don't you need like, a whisk? And I think you're supposed to heat chocolate and butter in sauce pan?" Dean asked.

Sam and Oswin stared at him.

"H-How do you know that?" Oswin asked, shocked.

"Why do you know that?" Sam asked, grinning.

"Shut up," Dean grunted defensively, "So, Oswin, let's jump right in, any idea where our djinn mob may have moved their H.Q.?"

"Wait, we're starting now? You guys just got here. Don't you want to get your room and unpack first?" Oswin was kind of hoping they'd leave so she could clean up, or at least get dressed.

"We already did," Sam assured her, "these bags are just weapons and my laptop," he held up his duffle. Dean did the same. These guys just couldn't take a hint.