Oscar’s Dad

anonymous asked:

Super random question but who is Oscar’s dad? Just wondering.

Oscar’s dad … is a mystery, at least to him. He never met the man, and his mom didn’t get a chance to tell him very much about him either.

The families that live on the other side of the Knight’s Inn motel knew about him, though, and that’s part of the reason Oscar’s mom kept her distance from the others. The guy traveled with humans, after all, and should not have been trusted, according to them.

Remember in taken from brothers apart that dean took the borrowers from that motel? What if they had to stop on the way (plot reasons) and found knights inn, took him and everyone else to trails west?

The BA bros would be amaze to meet Oscar! He’s done so much, surviving on his own that long!

They would certainly offer, since they’re helping so many others relocate at the time. Oscar wouldn’t have to live on his own, and he’d have more of a support system than he does at his current place, where the others live so far apart.

Plus, Sam always can drop in on their friend and make sure he’s doing okay in his new home. 

neonthewrite:

( 10 Facts about my Characters )

Oscar came second for this mostly because I had to decide which kinds of facts I wanted to go with. The little guy has become a lot more developed than I ever originally intended! Here’s to hoping that many of these little tidbits are of interest~

  1. Oscar never thought to find out his last name from his mom before she disappeared, and afterwards he never claimed one for himself. He’s just Oscar.
  2. He knows a little bit of Spanish courtesy of several of the maids in his motel home speaking it.
  3. He used to wait at the entrances to rooms when his mother would go looking for supplies, and wait for her to bring stuff back. He was often like a little duckling with her.
  4. Though he’s terrified of humans, there are a few he’s known all his life just from watching from the walls.
  5. He’s grown up lonely, and often mutters to himself when it’s safe to make some noise as a self-comforting technique.
  6. His birthday is March 7th.
  7. Since he lives in Breckenridge, CO, ski season is a huge source of stress for him.
  8. He knows how to set off mouse traps so they don’t catch anything, and often leaves the bait. It serves to confuse the humans and they don’t set as many traps that way.
  9. He has raised several generations of the mice in the Knight’s Inn motel. They learn his scent not long after birth and he’s practically an honorary mouse himself.
  10. His commitment to his routine is another form of self-comfort in a world that tends to be scary for him. His chores (especially sewing) calm him down more than any other task.

We have a winner!

#auv stands for An Unexpected Visitor! Certainly Dean never imagined who he would find sneaking about in his room, searching for food…


He was under the bed when he heard it.

A key, probably more than half Oscar’s height, sliding into the lock on the door. Ice surged through his veins and he froze. There was nothing else he could do.

Oscar had a view of the nightstand between the two beds, beyond a forest of dustbunnies, as the door creaked open. With agonizing slowness, a piece of wood impossibly tall and heavy for someone his size swung open to admit the human checked into the room. Oscar’s legs tensed. He’d gotten himself stuck in rooms with humans in them before, but it never got easier. He was too small.

Heavy footfalls that Oscar could never miss vibrated through the floor. Same usual routine; a few steps, then the percussive click of the door shutting. Oscar held his breath and stared straight ahead.

Something crashed onto the other bed, and before Oscar could glance in that direction, the entire world around him quaked. The bed frame and the mattress it supported both released noises of protest as the human crashed onto them. Thinking quickly before he could yelp in terror, the room’s hidden occupant lifted his hands and clamped them over his mouth. Oscar stared upwards at the underside of the mattress with wide brown eyes.

For a kid barely more than two inches tall, just a step could cause a small earthquake.

Oscar was used to the feeling of humans walking around. They were always stomping about as they got ready for something or other, and Oscar tried his best to keep himself well out of their way. He was still learning the routines, though, and hadn’t expected anyone in this room for some time.

It was hard to learn these things by himself, but he didn’t have any other options. Oscar’s mom was gone and she had been for a while. He had been seven when he last saw her, and he was eight now, he was sure. It was so hard to navigate a world so big by himself.

She would have known what to do in this situation. He was under the bed with a human in the room, and he didn’t have any exits into the walls. It was safer in there by far, where he could take quiet steps and keep to himself and the humans never bothered with it. They were giant, unpredictable people in most things, but at least they could be counted on to ignore the space that Oscar called home.

He glanced across the floor, past piles of dustbunnies and the wide expanse of worn out carpet. Past the second bed and the dresser was his vent, low in the wall.

It felt so far away. Oscar lowered his trembling hands from his face and took a slow, quiet breath. At least he knew how to be quiet.

He was frightened of the human above. Oscar had found a small, stale piece of a cracker. It was probably from the previous motel guest, but if this one found out he took it, he could be mad. Then he might want to hurt Oscar, and the tiny child would be helpless.

He crept towards the edge of the bed. His wrapped feet pushed softly through the dust piles until he was just at the edge of the bed. He stared straight up.

He almost ducked back immediately at the sight of a hand draped over the side. It wasn’t moving, so he took a slow breath instead. He could do this. All he had to do was move quickly and stay out of sight. So long as the human stayed up on that bed and slept, he’d be fine.

Biting his lip to steel himself, he clutched his bag closer. Then, he bolted across the space between the beds. All he had to do was dive under the other one, and he’d have a safe place to get closer to his vent.

Halfway out, he tripped on the thick carpet fibers. Stumbling, he toppled forward and landed on his front with a quiet Oof! that sent ice up his spine.

Luckily, someone already guessed the story premise so I can say it’s a part of Brothers Unexpected 😉 Otherwise I’d have to leave you guessing since we try not to give things away. It’s only a month since Dean lost Sammy, and he’s found himself staying in Knights Inn just like in Brothers Together.

Anything can happen in the future, and I know for sure that all three boys miss each other! It was a startling break that they didn’t see coming, and Oscar might be shy at first when he sees how much they’ve changed (and grown, Dean did you really need to get taller), but I think he’d warm back up to them.