April 19th excerpt:

Dean’s pocket was taller than Oscar, but for a kid who grew up knowing how to climb, that was more of an inconvenience than a hindrance. He hoisted himself to his feet, and then some. Hand over hand, Oscar pulled himself up to the edge of the pocket with a heavy heartbeat cheering him on just inches away.

The pocket flap gave him trouble. Oscar reached the top edge and clung to it with one hand. The other pushed against the flap awkwardly, letting in sporadic bursts of outside light before it fumbled back into place.

Dean is pretty scary. Jacob’s handling the situation pretty well, all things considered. Gotta remember that Dean’s a hardened hunter, and even on the show he tends to stray towards playing it safe. Jacob might look harmless but looks are very often deceiving!

Anyway, I couldn’t resist writing out a little something for this question…

The vase settled around Oscar with a hollow, resounding thunk. The heavy finality of it chilled him to the core, and he froze in shock for a full second.

He was trapped.

He was trapped, by a human.

“Oh,” he muttered, a sound more like a whimper and barely on the edge of hearing. His shoulders bunched up and he stared at the cloth bag on the other side of the glass. It was so easy for the human to take it from him. It was so easy for the human to take him, to keep him from running away.

There would be no chance of moving the vase. Oscar was stuck until the gruff, green-eyed giant decided otherwise.

All the stories he’d ever heard about humans said that would never happen. Oscar was claimed and if the human didn’t kill him in anger for his sneaking around and taking food, then he would keep Oscar trapped forever. He’d be grabbed up whenever the human felt like it, just an object of amusement.

Oscar found himself shuffling backwards, his cloth shoes easily sliding along the tabletop. He only stopped when his back pressed against the cold glass behind him, and then he slid weakly to a seat. He stared at the human for a second longer before his lips trembled.

Then, in an effort to block the situation out, Oscar ducked his head and curled up into as small of a ball as he could. His skinny little arms covered his head, and he began to sob quietly.

September 6th excerpt:

Ignoring the bustle around him from the onset of the early dinner rush, Dean gently pressed a hand over his pocket to reassure the tiny kid within. There wasn’t much else he could do without taking the risk of Oscar being spotted, so he had to settle.

Deal left his hand there for a beat longer after he felt the tiniest little hands push against him. Before dropping his hand away, he nudged where he thought Oscar’s side was, teasing his friend to remind him he was safely out of sight.

September 5th excerpt:

Those kind of shoes make more sense now, Dean thought distractedly as he watched Oscar go. Boots like Dean’s wouldn’t be able to keep a grip on the thread as consistently as the foot wraps. Or that’s what it seemed like to Dean. He tried to imagine climbing like this and could only flinch at how easy it would be to lose grip.

September 4th excerpt:

Oscar huffed and his lips pursed in a determined pout. He could see the doubt lining Dean’s expression even as the older boy pulled the thread away to examine it. “I can! I climb all the time!” he insisted. His cheeks warmed with indignation and a drive to assure the human beyond that doubt.

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Poor Oscar does so, so well at staying out of sight until Dean comes along! It’s like the universe (or a certain pair of writers) have it out for the poor guy! At least we all know that Dean won’t hurt the little guy, and is more worried about the fact that he just found a kid tinier than a finger where he could easily end up underfoot!

Oh! You mean like the other half of Brothers Unexpected?

We couldn’t leave Dean completely out of the story, and what’s more unexpected than a tiny, innocent Oscar, paired up with the man that monsters fear?!

You’ve earned a full sneak peak of #auv for sure!

Oscar saw the hand coming, and felt like everything around him slowed down. From the moment that human had laid eyes on him, he’d known this would follow. The ground quaked from the giant feet hitting the floor, but Oscar could only hear the pounding of his own heart.

His mouth opened in a soundless yelp of fear and he tried to lurch backwards, scooting with his hands. The hand came closer and closer and beyond it he could see the human’s focused, intense gaze.

He couldn’t stop this from happening. It was going to go exactly as his mom always warned him it would if a human spotted him.

He’d be captured and claimed, like a pet or a toy. They might keep him in a cage so he couldn’t get away, couldn’t go free ever again. He might get hurt when the human realized why he was in the room, and he wouldn’t have any excuse other than he was hungry. Who knew if that would work?

The terror overwhelmed him and he couldn’t even prop himself up on his hands. With a cry, Oscar fell backwards, only to roll onto his side and curl up into as small a ball as he could. He was desperate to avoid getting hurt when that hand reached him and caught him.

Dean felt some of the worry and tension leave him as his hand closed around the tiny figure, scooping him easily off the ground. Now, at least, he didn’t have to fret about a tiny kid on the floor that he could accidentally step on.

Lifting his hands, closed around the tiny boy he’d seen on the floor, staring up at him with equally wide-eyed shock to what Dean felt, he wondered if he’d really seen what he thought he saw. A tiny kid? In his room. Dean knew a lot of stuff out there that people thought were myths or fairy tales were real, but… tiny kids?

Was he living The Borrowers?