Mr. Doormouse

nightmarejasmine:

Mr. Doormouse

Oscar stood still as giant fingers pressed against him, he knew better than to move suddenly of the very excitable woman before him. She was 5’6 and had brownish red hair, her skin was like milk chocolate and her eyes hazel.

She was an odd human, more than even Sam and Dean Winchester. Though she was even more, she called herself the Mad Hatter. She always wore a big brown top hat and a brown vest over a white collar shirt, she wore brown shorts with long knee high black socks. She would have a brown suit coat, but only when she would be his size. Yes…she can change her size.

She carried a tiny clock on a metal cord and always had a sewing kit, which was why he couldn’t move.

He was being suited, and so far it was cozy. She had created something like what younger humans wear, a onesie? It was light grey and she worked diligently on making a removable and adjustable light blue vest, “Almost done Oscar!”

Her fingers moved to his back and the hood that was attached covered his head and she worked with the top, Oscar contemplated what brought him to this.

(Flashback to hour earlier)

“Hey Oscar?” The Mad Hatter spoke after the comfortable silence the two sat in in Oscar’s room.

“Yes Hattie?”
“Does your kind celebrate Halloween?”

“What?” Oscar asked with a moment of confusion.

“Free Candy Day? The one day Satan would most likely take over the world?”

“No?” At that answer, she popped up and pulled him to the room closest to her stuff. She took full size and got to work.

(End of Flashback)

He huffed as she pulled away, “Done, wanna take a look mousey?” Oscar froze at the nickname and was going to question it until she brought out a mirror.

The onesie as he noticed was a light grey over all, the vest was light blue as he noticed earlier. He didn’t notice the long greyish thin tail coming from the onesie bottom, or the round ears on top of the hood.

The outfit itself wasn’t baggy or tight and it was comfortable to be in. Oscar’s eyes grew wide, “I’m a mouse!”

A chuckle rumbled the ground below him, “Best costume to go out in and not get you caught silly.”

Oscar froze, “C-Caught?”

The Mad Hatter nodded and brought out her brown coat and a sack, “Time to have your first Halloween!”

She scooped up the shy borrower before he could say a word and took off for what may be his best night ever, and since it involves chocolate…it was.

As a Halloween special, we will be reblogging the Halloween posts that have been on this page through the years, including Halloween short stories and specially designed Oscar costumes for @neonthewrite​‘s contest last year!

To top it off, the beginning of Dean of Nowhere will premier! Updating every Wednesday and Sunday night unless specified otherwise!

Everyone have fun on Halloween and stay safe! Watch out for Samhein!

@infinitesimal-grey replied to your post:

My first thought was Sam doing something by accident that annoys dean and out of spite he starts a prank war (most likely dying Sams hair pink or the like)

Ah, man, if the prank wars start up again with Dean the smol, it’s all over. Jacob is in the middle of an all-out war, brother against brother!

(No superglue pls)

Dean won’t trust Sam so easily but he also won’t know immediately that this is his Sam.

( Wasn’t totally sure which AU this was for, but either way!! )

Dean’s always had his problems with being suspicious. I think if Sam does it right, he’ll be able to worm his way right through any chink in Dean’s armor, and in the BA stories, Dean has plenty of chinks. Poor scarred bby, separated from his little brother so long ago.

The big thing for me in the new AU is seeing Sam and Dean reconnect. I want to see how they cope with finding each other and being reunited. For me, the best moment will be when they realize who the other one is. Jacob being the first little Sam finds is a fun twist since it somewhat prepares him for meeting Dean. I know that answer is cliche but it’s my favorite part of each AU you’ve had thus far :)

Aww, yes. First encounters are a favorite in all G/t stories! The different ways the interactions can go, how they all react to each other, whether there’s trust from the start or suspicion threading through the encounter… 

Plus, with Dean on the small side, we all know that the first meeting never goes the way the tol is going to expect.

I imagine that Dean’s probably upset about not being able to hunt monsters, so a hunt that Sam can’t solve cause he’s too tol might be a good starter.

Dean will be so stuffy about the fact that Sam’s a full-fledged hunter but he’s never even gotten the chance!

The amount of sass Sam will get if there’s a hunt where Dean happens to be the more useful size than Sam. So much. Sam’s going to get called all the nicknames. Every nickname. Damn Sasquatch. Why’d he have to go and get so tall?!?! At least Dean’s the only one that can navigate so easily in the vents between them. Sam would practically have to worm his ways into the vents, and that’s if they’re even big enough to fit him at all.

October 30th excerpt:

Stan kept a steady hand on Juno to make sure she didn’t get too close to Dean. He could plainly see how nervous the little guy was, and he glanced between Dean and Nate, still trying to figure out what his fiance was trying to tell him. Nate gave a small nod toward the borrower in his hand, indicating that Stan should pay attention, so that’s where Stan’s focus went.

“Easy, girl,” Stan soothed. Juno was a little sluggish from her meal, but he couldn’t risk her getting overexcited around someone so small. The German Shepherd was curious and resisted his grip, lurching forward just enough so that her nose grazed Dean’s tiny hand before Nathan could draw back out of her reach.

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October 29th excerpt:

The realization of that mistake coiled around Jacob and his heart sank. He was supposed to be helping, and looking out for Sam. The little guy was trusting him to do that.

If Dean didn’t kick his ass for hot-wiring the Impala, he would for this.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath.