February 14th excerpt:
Sam sighed. “You’re drunk, aren’t you.”
Ignoring Sam, Dean locked right on the television, his glazed eyes taking it in. Sam certainly didn’t watch shows like that when he had the time, so…
Spotting Stan, Dean pounced on the bed. “Whatcha watching?”
February 13th excerpt:
This time, there was no stifling the laugh. Sam wished Dean was around to see the look on Stan’s face.
“No, no, no,” he hurried to reassure Stan, covering his mouth with a hand to muffle the few chuckles that made it through. “It’s a show. It’s make-believe, see?” Sam pressed the button to flip channels, and the screen switched to the news. Then to a movie, then to a soap opera. “See? No one’s stuck in our TV, they’re all just actors paid to be filmed.”
February 12th excerpt:
This was so much different than the pictures Sam had showed him on the laptop, the people he saw through the screen were moving and talking like normal people, yet somehow they fit inside the box.
“T-there are people in there!” Stan exclaimed, pointing at the screen as he turned a distressed look toward Sam.
February 11th excerpt:
The laptop got placed in front of the covers, and Sam slid Stan into the top of the pillow pile, then sat on the last remaining pillow next to them. “Have at it,” he said, dropping the remote controller next to Stan and pulling the laptop closer.
Stan blinked owlishly at the huge device put in front of him, a little overwhelmed by the sight of it. It was easily twice Stan’s height in length, likely more, and covered in buttons of different shapes, colors, and sizes. Some of the buttons had numbers on them, but he still couldn’t figure out what they were for.
“Um… Sorry, what do I do with this?” He turned sheepishly to Sam, completely lost.
February 10th excerpt:
Stan frowned as he approached the laptop screen, coming up just short of the body near the keyboard. More and more he was glad that he’d grown up being told to never be seen by humans. Apparently some of them were highly interested in the idea of tiny people. Given what he’d gone through, some of which he couldn’t even remember it was so awful, the thought disturbed Stan.
February 9th excerpt:
“You should live a little,” Dean said dryly, the sound of someone talking to a brick wall. “Have a little fun in your life.”
“I’m fine here,” Sam insisted. “Me an’ Stan will see what we can find about borrowers.”
February 8th excerpt:
Dean dropped the box on the table. “Grub’s up,” he announced unnecessarily, flipping open the lid perpendicular to where the brothers were sitting.
A moist steam rose from the box, filling the room with the strong smell of the fresh pizza. One half looked like a regular pizza, melted cheese and crispy crust, but the other side…
“Did you order a mountain?” Sam asked dubiously, leaning over to look at the amount of meat that somehow fit on the pizza.
“I’ll have you know that every bite will be delicious,” Dean insisted primly.
February 7th excerpt:
As though a switch clicked in Stan’s brain, he glanced around the table. He remembered seeing a pen tucked behind the plastic-wrapped complementary cups, as though it had been haphazardly tossed there by a previous guest. Before he could think twice, Stan was dashing across the cover of the book between him and his goal.
It took seconds for Stan to grab the clip near the top of the pen and haul it all the way back to Sam, panting a little from the effort as he stepped back to give the human room to take it.
February 6th excerpt:
As Dean’s voice started to talk to the pizza shop, ordering what sounded suspiciously like ‘the Ultimate Meat-Lovers pizza,’ Sam took pity on the rumpled little guy, slipping two fingers into the pocket with Stan. Though he didn’t go to scoop the guy out, still worried about possibly injuring Stan with one wrong move or making him equate them to the witch’s care, Sam kept his fingers steady.
“Feel like getting some fresh air?” Sam offered warmly.
Not just yet! There are a couple of AUs that last left off with Oscar on his way to meet Bobby (and Rumsfeld, but Sam conveniently forgot to warn Oscar about the doggo before convincing him to go).
The Brothers Together AU, in which Sam and Dean met little Oscar when they were all kids.
Food and Monsters, an AU created by @neonthewrite and the origin of Oscar. I write a new installment of this series every year around contest time, so you can actually expect to see Oscar meet Bobby at last sometime in the next couple months!
From Burgers and Pixie Dust, the third in the Food and Monsters series:
“Oz, why didn’t you tell us you were by yourself?” Dean asked. His voice was softer than Oscar was used to. The familiar gruff cadence was so quiet it almost didn’t rumble at all. Oscar glanced up sheepishly and found Dean watching him with concern.
He shrugged helplessly. “I dunno,” he said. “It didn’t seem important, I guess…”
“You shouldn’t have to be alone,” Sam said, his own expression full of concern. Their solemn looks flustered Oscar more and more by the second.
“B-but I do,” he said, shrugging again. “What else am I s’posed to do?”
Sam and Dean shared a long look and Oscar wrung his hands. He never had picked up the knack for reading either of them. They were enigmatic, no matter how much trust he’d placed in them, and when they wanted to hide what they were thinking, they could.
“If you want,” Sam began, turning back to Oscar with a hopeful gleam in his eyes, “we could get you to a place where you don’t have to be by yourself. Somewhere we could visit you more often and everything, and you’d even have more access to food.”
“Someplace safe, Oz. You deserve it after all that time,” Dean added. One hand approached and nudged gently at his shoulder. Just a gentle touch, and the hand retreated.
Oscar glanced around, wondering if they were playing a joke of some kind. Leaving the only place he’d ever known to live somewhere else? He’d never had a thought like that. It had never been a possibility before. “Um. Where is it? Is it far?”
Brothers Apart 