The Impossible Hunter

Chapter Eleven

(A/N: sorry I took so long to update! I discovered a few plot holes and had to rewrite three whole, beautiful chapters. Ugh! That is what true torture is. None of that stuff in chapter seven... At any rate, enjoy my labor of love y'all! Comment cleverly and abundantly, witty remarks are what I live for.)

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After researching for a while on a mere two hours of sleep, Oswin crashed in the main file room while reading about fear-djinn. Most of it was stuff they already knew anyway. Sam picked her up and carried her to her room as she whispered anxiously in her sleep about saving the Doctor from his unknown threat.

On his way to her room, Sam stopped in front of the computer room and nodded silently, gesturing at Dean to follow him.

He placed Oswin gently on her bed, watching as she moaned and fidgeted, no doubt chasing Doctors in her dreams. Dean leaned on the doorframe and watched with concern. After a while, Sam made a motion to talk outside her room.

"Do you think Oswin's getting worse?" Sam asked.

"I wouldn't call that an improvement, no," Dean said, referring to her restless slumber in the room.

"Did you find anything?" Sam asked.

"Not much. I searched 'The Doctor' and got way too many results. 'Shapeshifter The Doctor' was slightly better. I still scrolled through forty pages of results, but I did manage to find the code names of some physical files that are pretty obscure. About five of 'em tagged 'Confidential', 'Level 45 and Above Only', or 'Highly Dangerous.'"

Sam sighed, "I guess it's a start, but what are we going to do until we find more? These dreams will slowly kill her through insomnia first. Should we try giving her some regular doses of dream root to try to control the nightmares?" He suggested.

"Oh you wanna get her addicted to dream steroids now? Are you crazy? Remember how psychotic that one college kid got after regular doses? Plus these nightmares aren't natural. For all we know, the dream root could make it worse," Dean rebuked him.

"I guess you're right. We don't have enough to give her regular doses anyway. What else? A psychic? Maybe Cas can help?" Sam asked.

"No," Dean said firmly, "We're not letting angels screw with her head. Not even Cas. I don't know about a psychic though, most of them are afraid of us after what happened with Pamela." They were silent for a moment.

"Maybe if we name dropped Bobby and told them it was for Oswin someone'd do it?" Dean said finally.

"I don't know, Dean, maybe we shouldn't mention Oswin's name..." Sam's voice trailed off.

"What? Why?"

"Well I kinda asked around about Oswin, y'know just to make sure..."

"And?"

"The thing is, no one had anything to say. I mean, not really. She just showed up on the grid like two years ago and started killing monsters. No reason whatsoever for getting into the business. Got trained and supplied by that hunter, Marco, who gave her the throwing stars. He's like a shady mixture of Bobby and Bela."

"Okay, gross."

"Sorry, but you get the idea. So I thought it was kinda strange, and decided to see if maybe her parents were hunters, and she'd gotten out for a while or something, but I got nothing. I searched her in every way known to man. Google. Hacked government record databases. I called a few guys from the Roadhouse. Nothing. It's like she never existed before two years ago."

"So? Maybe Clara Oswin is an alias? Try Clara Oswald?"

"I tried both. I found nothing about anyone that could be her," Sam said.