The Impossible Hunter

Chapter Nine

"That did not fucking work," Sam said as he looked around the hotel room. Everything was just as he left it. Dean and Oswin laid on the bed next to him, Dean taking his time to get up and Oswin still inert.

"Is she okay?" Sam asked Dean to check. Dean poked her stomach. Oswin moaned as she turned over and opened her eyes. The brothers heaved a sigh of relief.

"This- This did not happen," Sam said, "It couldn't have! It can't be that easy!"

"Did we..." Dean looked around the room as if to make sure it wasn't going to randomly melt into another sadistic nightmare, "Did we actually catch a break?" He asked.

"I- I guess so," Sam let out a short laugh. Things like this never happened.

Oswin was on her feet now, using the bed for support as she stood. She gave a weak smile, still slightly anxious and very confused. Awake, she had no idea who this Doctor was, but she still felt a sense of urgency behind the thought of him.

"So Oswin," Dean began, "Any reason why you had a British accent?"

"I have no clue," She answered. American.

"If it's not too personal, who was the doctor you were trying to save?" Sam asked.

"Yeah and which of the running guys was he?" Dean added

Oswin strained to remember his face. Her head hurt as images flashed before her eyes of all the men in the dream landscape.

"I know it sounds silly, but I think they were all the same man," Oswin said. Save him. A voice suddenly said in her mind, Save the Doctor.

Oswin started shaking and Sam and Dean rushed over to her. Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head, revealing the whites of her eyes as she swayed and fell into their arms, unconscious.

"Son of a bitch," Dean said, "we couldn't have had just this one?" He asked. He laid her back down on the bed.

"Do we get more dream root?" Dean asked, holding a hand on her forehead to take her temperature, "Should I go back in?"

Suddenly Oswin's body shaking violently. Dean quickly took his hands off and stepped away from the bed.

"Is she having a seizure?" Dean asked in panic.

"Call 911!" Sam shouted.

Dean grabbed the phone, and Sam pulled out his knife and cut Oswin's turtleneck so she could breath.

"Hello? Yes, I think my friend is having a seizure..." Dean paused as the operator asked questions, "No... About twenty-five maybe?... She started shaking then passed out and now she's jerking wildly... Mayfield Hotel Room 203... Yes. Thank you," he hung up, "On their way," he said.

Sam was occupied shoving all their weapons under the bed so the paramedics wouldn't freak out.

"All clear?" Dean asked when he was finished. Sam nodded. Dean opened the door so the paramedics could find the room.

Oswin's shaking had subsided and she was now laying board-stiff on the bed. She looked paralyzed everywhere except her mouth and closed eyes which were both moving rapidly.

"Do we hope for this to be medical or supernatural?" Dean asked.

Sam shrugged, concern on his face, "Is either one really better here?" He whispered. They sat in silence for a while.

Suddenly Oswin's eyes snapped open, "DOCTOR!" She screamed, her hands gripping the comforter. Sam and Dean gave a startled jump.

She sat up, looking around wildly and hyperventilating. Slowly her breathing returned to normal. Sam and Dean stared, wide-eyed and silent. Oswin turned and looked at the both of them.