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Landing (2/2)

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Warning: contains violence and brief descriptions of extreme pain

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By the time he saw light again, Oscar’s tears had stopped once more. The human opened his hand and let Oscar roll harshly onto a new surface, where he lay exhausted for an extra second. The metal was cool to the touch.

“Just a mark for this one,” the gruff human announced. That led Oscar to notice the other human in the room.

“Got it,” they said. It was a much meeker human, but they were no less terrifying. Oscar could only see their back so far as they fiddled with something opposite where he lay. He brushed at his eyes with the heel of his hand. Even curiosity was a foreign emotion now. All he knew was fear and resignation.

The room was fairly small, by human standards. Oscar sat on a metal workbench that took up most of one wall. The man who’d carried him in leaned against the frame of an archway leading out one way, a bored look on his face. Another archway led out directly across the room, a trek of several minutes for Oscar but barely two strides for a human.

He didn’t have his climbing hook or his bag, not since Noriko took it away. Oscar didn’t even entertain the notion of trying to climb down. He had nowhere to go.

There was a lamp illuminating where he sat, but Oscar frowned at the human who had his back turned, working away at something on another workbench. There was a faint orange glow over there.

When they turned, they held a long metal rod in one gloved hand. Oscar’s eyes widened and he tried to scoot backwards on the table as the other human’s eyes fell on him. It only took them a few steps to saunter over, smirking down at him.

“Lord, he’s a little one. He’ll barely fit,” they mused. The human’s free hand left their side and descended towards Oscar’s cowering form, and he squeaked in terror. The hand might have blocked the sight of the tool they held in their other hand, but it couldn’t erase the memory of the heat haze coming off of it.

“N-no, please!” Oscar begged, but a finger and thumb pinched around him. He pushed at them, but they turned him over as if he hadn’t moved at all. He squirmed and kicked the best he could, but he was no match.

The human had done this before. Their hand settled over him, their heavy thumb pressing his legs down into the cold metal table. Other fingertips pinned his upper arms down, and his elbows didn’t have a good angle to try and push them away. Oscar’s face was pressed into the table and he could only see the human out of the corner of his eye. A fingertip shoved the hem of his shirt up and the cold air chilled his back like a hundred little needles.

There was a movement of glowing red in the corner of his eye. Warmth replaced the cold.

And then agonizing heat and pain replaced everything. Oscar screamed.

His voice was thready and broken, and he swore his skin sizzled as that hot metal made contact. His mind, in a panic, could only focus on the pain and the contact of the metal on his skin. It didn’t even last a second, and yet he felt like several minutes went by before there was nothing touching him but the table beneath him.

“What the hell?” the gruff human said. Oscar didn’t even flinch. He lay there, suddenly more exhausted than he’d ever been in his life, with his head pounding and his back stinging in the open air.

“I … The rod cooled off,” the smaller human stammered. Their voice was muffled by the throb of pain in Oscar’s head and on his back. “Must … must not have heated it up enough.”

“Well, now his mark’ll be uneven unless you’re more careful,“ the gruff human warned. “We can just hope Carson don’t notice. Just take care of it.”

“Right,” the other human said.

Oscar could hear more metal clattering behind him. He wanted to push himself up and at least try to crawl to safety. Instead, his muscles did nothing but quiver after all the strain. He blinked a few tears away and they fell onto the table. Even hearing those footsteps cross back toward him couldn’t convince his body to run.

The hand returned, pinning him down like before. Oscar finally struggled, but he was even weaker than before. This time, when the radiant heat reached him, it was like it clawed right into the first burn before the red-hot metal actually touched him. His scream pitched upwards. It was too much.

Another eternity with that hot metal against his skin went by. Then, just as the human removed it and cool air swarmed over it, Oscar lost consciousness again.

Landing (1/2)

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It’s been a while since we last checked in on poor little Oscar in the Sad Oscar AU. Where we left off, he was on a plane, shipped off to who-knows-where. What’s on the other side of that trip?

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From the second the plane landed, there wasn’t a still moment. After the rough turbulence of the plane taxiing back onto solid ground, Oscar’s prison was handed off multiple times. Callous voices gave instructions in loud tones. The light filtering through his air holes flickered and shifted, but Oscar lost track of how many doors and windows he passed. All of his effort went to curling up in a corner of his box.

His stomach hurt. His ears felt like they were stuffed with cotton. His head was pounding.

He was very, very lost. Even coming down from way up in the sky didn’t change that.

Whoever held his box for the latest car ride hadn’t said a word. They tapped the top occasionally, drumming on his cage with fingers bigger than his body. Oscar’s eyes were already puffy and stinging from so many shed tears, but a few more leaked down his face anyway.

They were in a city. He could hear it. Other cars rumbled by his current transportation, honking or screeching tires. People called to each other, thunderous voices muffled outside the car.

When it came to a stop, Oscar braced for movement like so many times before. There was an explosion of city noise as the door opened, though it was farther away from the worst of it. An almost smoky smell reached him, but he didn’t pay it any mind. Soon, he knew, the box would open up. Those fingertips tapping on the lid would dive in to snatch him up. Another human to look him over.

Just like Noriko. Just like Mina. He had been nothing more than a possession in their hands, and it wouldn’t stop now.

More walking, and a door closed behind them to seal off the sound of the city. Oscar sniffled and wished he knew how to prepare. It never became less terrifying. Humans were huge and powerful, and always did what they wanted no matter how he struggled.

“Ah, you’re back,” a voice greeted. It was deeper, male-sounding, but also smooth. Oscar didn’t recognize the accent, but he recognized the tone. People like that came and went at his old motel home. This human was a salesman.

Oscar’s carrier grunted an affirmative. The box jostled and then fell still as they set it down. Oscar barely had time to realize it before the lid came off at last and a bright light flooded in.

After the light, a human hand followed.

It didn’t wrap around him. Instead, a finger and thumb snared the front of his shirt. Oscar gasped as he was yanked upwards, lifting high over a table so the two men could look him over.

The man who held him ignored his squirms and attempts to cling to his fingers. Instead, he grinned at his friend. “I love it when Noriko gets these little things all ready. Does half our work for us, she does.”

“And for the same low price,” the other remarked. Oscar squeezed his eyes shut and tried to cling tighter, but the man never noticed his distress.

He snickered instead. “Love it when the yanks find ‘em. Alright, this one’s looking like he’d get a high bid, so be bloody careful, yeah? Young ones always bring in more but not if they’re damaged..”

Damaged? Oscar opened his eyes in time for the pinch on his shirt to release. He choked on a yelp of terror, only for his fall to end as quickly as it began. He was back in the first human’s hand.

“Full processing?” the human asked, casually curling a thumb inward to prevent Oscar from sitting up or rolling over on his palm.

The salesman eyed Oscar for a moment. Oscar trembled under that gaze; it was just like Mina’s. Cold and calculating. The smirk didn’t reach his eyes. “Nah. We can hold off for now, just take him to get a mark. I’ve heard this one’s very well behaved already.”

Oscar trembled as the chilling words sank in, and then his captor’s hand curled closed over him. He pushed against the fingers in alarm, but they didn’t even slow. He found himself squashed in their grip, completely immobile, while they walked somewhere else. His arms were pinned awkwardly to his chest and his legs were almost crushed in that grip.

Despite having cried off and on for most of his harrowing flight, Oscar found more tears in him as he was carried along. A heavy, thudding pulse pounded all around him, and the human’s body heat created beads of sweat on his forehead. The man’s calluses were rough against his own skin, but Oscar couldn’t avoid them no matter how he struggled.

He was so tired.

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paigethefiremage:

This is my entry for the context @brothersapart is running.

Here we have the AU Lounge, where the characters from six AUs are currently hanging out together: Brothers Found, Brothers Adopted, Brothers Asunder, Brothers Lost, Brothers Consulted, and the Giant Jacob Story (technically not a BAAU, but who could resist the huge dork?).

On Giant Jacob’s shoulder is “his” Sam, and their Dean is the one leaning against the wall. Brothers Lost Jacob is chatting with his Giant self, while Brothers Asunder Jacob is with the Deans from Brothers Adopted and Brothers Found, “his” Bowman flying around him. Brothers Adopted Sam and Jacob are on their Dean’s shoulders, and Brothers Found Sam is on his Dean’s head, feeling tall. Brothers Found Bowman is flying near Giant Jacob’s head. His own Jacob is extra little at the moment, and he’s not sure which extreme is weirder.

Meanwhile, Sherlock is perched thoughtfully on the one couch, and John has found tea and biscuits, which he is sharing with Oscar (from Brothers Adopted) and the littlest Jacob (from Brothers Found). Brothers Lost Sam and Dean are hiding under John’s table. The Brothers Consulted are around somewhere, though not visible, as is Spritely Sam from Brothers Asunder (he’s probably trying to find some plants – the Bowmans keep complaining about all the corners).

A Village in Miniature

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So, work has been a real pill for @nightmares06 and @neonthewrite both, with night especially taking on a lot of shenanigans that really suck the energy out of the entire day. It’s nuts, folks. We have the upcoming Zelda game coming out to look forward to, but in the meantime I (neon) decided to write a little fluff, and we’re gonna share it with you. Enjoy!

Dean walked briskly, his hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans. So long as he didn’t dawdle on his way, people probably wouldn’t notice him. It was a tried-and-true method for sneaking around in plain sight. Dean was no stranger to that. He was no stranger to sneaking into places without paying the admission, either.

He’d never done anything like this before, though. The weight of the responsibility was a lot heavier than the small weight in his front pocket. He couldn’t mess this up.

He made his way to a secluded area that didn’t have many people around. A food vendor was the nearest sign of anyone else, and that guy was about ready to fall asleep under his shade umbrella. Amusement parks didn’t get as much business in the middle of the week during a school year. Kids who played hooky didn’t have anything new to see at the park, so they wandered elsewhere.

Not Dean. He didn’t care for the roller coasters stretching over the trees, but he just knew there would be something like this here if he managed to sneak in.

He found himself on a tidy stone path that wound its way through a miniature village, with tiny houses and miniature farmers tending their gardens. A little trickle of a stream wound around town halls and shops with hand painted signs, and under little bridges no bigger than his hand. Some of the paint was worn off the buildings in the little village, but somehow Dean doubted that would be a problem.

Once he was sure he was alone in the area, Dean found a place at the edge of the mini-village to sit himself down. Then, he finally nudged at his front pocket. “How’s it goin’, fellas?”

A quiet voice grumbled something, and then a teeny elbow jabbed into his chest. Dean watched a tiny shape in his pocket shift, and decided to help out by propping up the flap over it. He let himself grin at the sight.

Sam, not even three inches tall, was the first to climb up the side and grip the edge. His fluffy hair was sticking out at odd angles thanks to the static in the pocket, but it wasn’t nearly as messy as Oscar’s when he followed suit. The even smaller kid could look almost like a dandelion when he woke up in the morning sometimes.

Sam looked around them with wide eyes, while Oscar only barely peeked over the edge of the pocket. The little guy wasn’t quite tall enough to see out, and had to really hang on just to stay up there, but he looked around nervously anyway. Even when he was scared, he’d always tried to stick close to Sam.

“Dean, what’s all that?” Sam asked, looking up.

Dean almost shrugged, but remembered in time that it would jostle the tiny pair in his pocket. He was getting used to that. Somehow. “I figured I’d skip school today, just this once,” he began, heading off Sam’s scolding before it got started, “since it was so nice out. I knew they’d have something like this.”

“Wh-what is it?” Oscar asked, his voice shy and quiet. The kid had come a long way since his fearful glances and squeaks when interacting with Dean. Sometimes the teen wondered if the little guy was just scared as a baseline.

Dean offered him a smile anyway. “Oz, I think you might like checking this place out, if you wanna come out of the pocket,” he said. He pointed at the nearest miniature house. “It might be a little bit lame, but who knows until you look around?”

Sam was practically ready to climb out of the pocket on his own. “Yeah, Oscar, let’s check it out!”

Oscar’s eyes were wide and he glanced around them once more. No other people. It was just one teenager sitting on the ground with two tiny children keeping lookout from his pocket. “O-okay. Maybe just for a little bit.”

That was all the prompting they needed. Dean glanced around once more to make extra sure that no one was watching, and then lowered his hand into the pocket. Sam and Oscar let go of the edge so they could climb onto his curled fingers instead, clinging like the little climbing experts they were.

Dean lifted them out carefully. The contrast between the two kids was always stark when he took them out of hiding. Sam looked around with an innocent curiosity, putting his trust in his big brother to look after them even if he was still nervous about his new size. Oscar always tried to make sure he could hide behind Dean’s thumb or fingers. He wasn’t nervous about the size of everything. He was just nervous.

Dean lowered his hand towards the miniature house. He couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of the two kids scrambling onto the fake grass and standing near the front door. The miniature village was small enough that they almost looked like grown adults next to that house.

Sam bounded up the porch steps and pushed on the door. It swung into the little house, and Dean leaned down to peer into it with them.

“Oscar, let’s go in!” Sam said, turning back.

Oscar was still at the bottom of the steps, staring at the first one. “I-I never saw stairs that I could walk on!” he admitted.

Dean snickered and reached out to nudge Oscar’s shoulder. The little guy looked back at him, startled, but didn’t flinch away from the touch. Dean would count that as a win. “Just give it a try. There might be even more stairs inside.”

Oscar looked back at Sam, who waited eagerly for his friend to join him. Then, he watched his cloth-wrapped feet as they trekked up the few steps onto the porch. “Okay, let’s go see,” he said, letting Sam lead the way into the miniature house.

Dean leaned down further to watch them. He couldn’t hide a grin as Oscar paused in the doorway, swinging the door back and forth on its tiny hinges. The kid had never had anything like that. From what they’d gotten out of him, his door back home was little more than a block of wood he had to strain to push into place.

Oscar glanced out of the house at Dean and grinned. “W-we can go find more stairs and come see you out a window,” he suggested, before closing the door all the way.

Dean smirked, amused and relieved to see that the kids could still play around and be kids, despite everything. He’d make sure to take care of them, even if he looked lame just sitting around in a village of tiny dollhouses. “I’ll be waitin’.”

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You’ll see this exact scenario play out in Brothers Unexpected, when Dean runs into a certain tiny someone in his motel room a month after losing Sam!

The motion stopped and Oscar winced. Already his face was wet with tears, silently released when he was paying more attention to his rising prison. This couldn’t be happening, and yet it was. He’d been caught by a human, just like his mom warned would happen if he wasn’t careful. Now, that human had all the control.

Light broke in and Oscar looked up. There was a flash of one of those green eyes again before the hands closed, and he flinched.

Oscar pushed timidly against the hands around him. The thick skin had some give to it, but there was no chance of prying himself free. Oscar had his safety pin in his bag for climbing, but he knew that using it as a weapon would only anger the much larger person. He might draw a little blood before the pin was taken away. He couldn’t help but imagine those hands closing in and squeezing him between them as a punishment. There’d be nothing left of him.

He drew in a rattling breath, a desperate sob, and curled up again. It was too much. A low, plaintive wail escaped him as he began to cry in earnest this time. All consideration of silence left, and his voice came out reedy and terrified. “Please, please d-don’t hurt me!”

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I’ll be writing more with these two, and we’ve already mused about Oscar’s reaction to this size-swapped pair, so this may be seen in the future, either as a full story or prompts!

These two brothers will likely butt heads about the rabbit food from time to time, and Sam can’t force Dean to eat like he does, so one way or the other, Dean will find a way to get his bacon cheeseburger and pie.

It’s either school or staying in the room on his own (or with dad), so there’s a good chance Dean will be off to school.

Taking Off

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So, Oscar has been sold to the frigid Mina Chandler. Unfortunately, that isn’t the last he’s seen of troublesome changes in his life, as her job is merely to deliver. But to where, Oscar has no clue.

The roaring grew, and Oscar curled into a tighter ball. He was in the dark, but that was at least a comfort. The world around his small box prison shook with the sound of that massive engine, but he couldn’t see it at all. He didn’t have to watch the scary world that had swallowed him up and refused to release him.

He was an object. And he’d been sold.

He didn’t know where the plane was destined to go. The faint sensation of speed wormed in his gut as the enormous machine taxi’d, and he knew that wherever he was headed was far from his home. His space in a little motel in Breckenridge, Colorado was way beyond his reach now.

Oscar covered his ears with his hands to muffle the sound of that roaring engine, and thought of home. His makeshift table and spools for chairs. The shabby curtain in front of his pantry. The velvety ring box he used as a comfortable cushion while he worked on his sewing. A pile of blankets that he could burrow into to sleep at night and hide from the cold.

The plane jostled and shook as it picked up speed. Oscar grimaced and dragged the one piece of cloth he’d been given closer to himself. It didn’t hide him nearly enough.

The shaking suddenly changed. No more rumbles from speeding along the ground shook through his small body, only the engine’s roaring.

Gravity caught up as, a moment later, the world lurched upwards. Oscar cried out in fear and curled up again as an unseen force pushed him down into the bottom of the box. He was flying. It was just like the soaring feeling of a human grabbing him up, but thousands of times worse. The changing altitude hurt his ears like someone was pressing on either side of his head.

Oscar let his tears free. The pressure around his skull and concentrating on his ears hurt more than any headache he’d ever had. He couldn’t hear past the pounding in his own head as his body tried to cope with leaping miles into the air. For several long minutes, the pain drowned out all thoughts of where he was going. He couldn’t see the earth dropping away, but the terror of the very thought gripped him tight.

The entire plane shuddered again. Oscar was jostled out of his corner of the box and tossed against the opposite side by the turbulence. It knocked the wind out of him, but he didn’t take long to resume his frantic sobbing. The muscles in his hands hurt from clutching his blanket so tightly.

As the pressure mounted on his head and the fear and panic crackled through his every nerve, Oscar reached his breaking point. By the time the plane leveled off to carry him to his next destination, he was out cold.

At least in sleep he didn’t have to think. Blackness claimed him and his mind hid away from the fear of the unknown.

Sneak Peek of Garlic and Cold Spots!

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Near a forgettable motel in Breckenridge, Colorado, people are dying. Crushed beneath furniture and falling cars, the stories form a clear circle around the Knights Inn. Now Dean and his two tiny brothers, Sam and Jacob, are on their way to unravel the case and help all the motels’ residents– down to the very smallest.

‘You two are free to leave the bag?’ Did he really just …?

That was the last thing Oscar expected to hear, and so he kept watching curiously from his hiding place under the dresser. He had been scoping out the room for supplies and food, as was his usual. It was some ungodly hour of the night, so he really hadn’t expected someone to check in.

He’d barely made it to the floor in time from the top of the dresser when he heard a car pull up. The lock was turning with a metallic scraping that seemed so much louder in his frantic ears. Human! The dangerous word barked in his head. Oscar barely dragged his safety pin grappling hook under the dresser in time for the lights to switch on.

He had been about to breathe a sigh of relief, but his nerves amped up a few more steps when a loud crash filled the room. Oscar had peeked out to see what it was in time for the human to set down a second bag much more carefully than the first. The first duffel had sounded like it might be full of a bunch of spare parts, while the other looked like it held clothes.

Oscar couldn’t help but think things were completely backwards. The clothes bag could be tossed down without a care, but the other one was just obnoxiously loud.

And then of course came ‘You two are free to leave the bag,’ after moving a shirt away. Oscar frowned at the scene. He felt a sinking in his stomach that turned into plain fear when he saw two people, people his size climbing out of the clothes bag and onto the bed. He ducked back under the dresser, making sure he was in the shadows and out of sight.

His heart was pounding a frantic beat. Oscar’s entrance to the walls was nowhere near the dresser. He’d aimed to just wait until the human crashed into bed, and he could just avoid the room until he left. He could still do that, but now Oscar had the knowledge that two poor souls were captured by that human.

From the sounds of things, they were trained. They’d needed permission to get out of the duffel bag. That they were carried around in a bag like that in the first place put a sick feeling in Oscar’s stomach. What if they’d been jostled around? What if they fell out? Would the human care?

He definitely needed them all to go to sleep so he could get out of here before he joined those poor captives.

Garlic and Cold Spots arrives 2/9/17 at 9pm!