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For the AU, they won’t meet. (At least… they won’t meet yet. There’s always the possibility it will happen in the future.)

But, the good news is you will get to see Oscar and Jacob encounter each other at least once in our AUs, maybe even more than once! 

“Okay. You’re okay, I promise,” Jacob continued. He slipped a hand under the guy’s other shoulder and helped him sit up. The little guy let him, but when he looked up and caught a glimpse of Dean again he started to quake. Jacob, acting on impulse, pulled him into a hug so he couldn’t see Dean’s huge face looking down on him. Not until he calmed down. The tactic seemed to help, because the smaller person didn’t try to squirm out of the protective hug.

“H-he’s … he’s so … he’s a human … he’s a human,” the smaller man breathed, talking through his shock.

“Sure is,” Jacob answered. “And he’s not gonna hurt anybody, we all just got a little high strung this morning, that’s all. Everything’s fine, honest.”

Oscar shuddered and worked his hands up to his face. He scrubbed at his eyes, a task made tricky the way his arms were shaking. When he looked up again, he leaned a little to peek timidly around Jacob. Awe and trepidation in his eyes met growing concern. He broke eye contact quickly, unable to hold a lengthy stare with such an intense, giant face.

“I-I didn’t mean to,” he mumbled out. “I was just looking around.” He sat back and Jacob let him, though one of his hands hovered near Oscar’s shoulder for a beat longer before lowering away. Oscar brushed away any lingering tears waiting on his eyes with the heel of his hand. So long as he avoided looking up at Dean’s face, he could try to pick up the pieces of his shattered nerves.

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Aww, that would be so cute ^-^. They could have swimming lessons for Sam and Oscar since the tub is the size of a pond. Dean would have to watch those two closely, they are very smol kiddos.

Oscar would probably only be convinced to try if they gave him something to float on like that rubber duck. Poor little guy would fit down the drain, and since he’s generally so nervous, they’d need to sweeten the deal. And then he might just stay on his ducky the whole time. XD

Hershey Kisses and Salt Lines Epilogue

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(( To avoid confusion, this is a submitted fanfiction, not BT canon. Please enjoy this story written by a fellow reader!))

Hi, I just had to do something about all those feels that you left us with from the ending of Hershey Kisses and Salt Lines, so I channeled them all into this fanfiction about your fanfiction 😛 I hope that you like it and approve

It had been years since they left. Since he’d had company. Or friends. Or safety. Or a full stomach.

Don’t get it wrong, though; Oscar was more than used to wandering through the empty, chilled motel walls, scavenging for food in an effort to ward of the perpetually impending claws of hunger, dealing with the solitude that encompassed his life.

He’d thought about finding a different home for himself more than once, a place not haunted by the memories, both good and bad, of the brothers and his mom. He’d even half-heartedly scouted out other areas of the motel, but he could never bring himself to go through with it. Oscar told himself it was because finding a new home wasn’t a necessity, and he couldn’t waste the time nor energy in making one, but, in all honesty, it was because of that faint whisper that still lingered in the back of his mind. Just in case they come back.

But Oscar knew that they wouldn’t. He’d long ago recognized the fact that the Winchesters had more than likely forgotten all about the small boy they had befriended all that time ago, before he had grown into the strapping borrower he is now. Yet, in spite of his surety, Oscar could never quite crush his lingering hope that one day, one day …

Anyways.

Today, the borrower found himself traipsing through the memorized, cobweb riddled passageways of the walls to return to his humble abode after another unfortunately unsuccessful scavenging trip. Oscar dragged a weary and well-calloused hand over his face, a forlorn sigh escaping his lips. It looks like he’ll be going without dinner tonight. Again. Oh well. He’ll just go straight to sleep, even though his hunger will undoubtedly leak into his dreams, resurrecting ancient memories of popcorn and chocolate and fresh food.

Finally, Oscar arrived at the entrance of his home, only to freeze in his tracks. The door wasn’t in place, and he always made sure to secure his house; he couldn’t afford for any animals or insects to find their way inside and take what meager belongings and supplies he possessed. Hand finding the small needle that he kept at his side ever since the squirrel incident, Oscar drew in a deep breath, readying himself for whatever may lie ahead of him.

Stealthily creeping forward, the borrower listened intently for any clue as to what had broken in. When he was just outside the entryway, Oscar was able to make out the scuffling sounds of muffled … footsteps? Peering inside, his eyes widened as they beheld the figure before him. The stranger’s back was turned to Oscar, but he could make out that the intruder was very well built, had shaggy brown hair, and was considerably taller than Oscar.

Biting his lip, Oscar lingered in the shadow of the entrance, unsure about how to deal with the situation at hand. There was no way of knowing what this stranger wanted from him, and while Oscar wasn’t incompetent, there’s no doubt that the intruder before him would have the upper hand if it all came down to a fight.

Then, almost as if he sensed the eyes upon him, the stranger stiffened, only to relax after a beat. Pivoting in place, the stranger turned to face the door, squinting to try and see through the darkness. When his bright hazel eyes found Oscar’s surprised face, a wide, beaming smile with a set of dimples to boot was directed down at him. It was then that Oscar began to make the connections, see through the small changes that time had made to the other’s appearance, even though the borrower could now recognize that this was not just any stranger breaking into his home.

“Hey, Oz,” Sam said.

Oscar’s mouth worked soundlessly, suddenly unable to articulate or make any sense of anything as he was flooded with an overwhelming wave of emotion. Sensing the younger man’s struggle, Sam stepped forward, and enveloped the smaller man in an earnest embrace.

“S-Sam,” his voice cracked under the pressure behind it. His hands held tight to his friend’s shirt, clutching to the Winchester like a drowning man to a lifeboat. “I can’t believe- after all this time, you finally- You came back for me, Sam, you-”

Sam’s arms briefly tightened around the slim form before gently breaking away from the hug while continuing to hold the other’s shoulders at arms-length away. His brows were furrowed, eyes glistening as he intently looked at Oscar, who couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at the sight of the same exact puppy dog eyes he remembered from years ago once again appearing before him.

“Oz, I’m so sorry that we had to leave like that, that we left you behind, but we never forgot about you. And, yeah, it’s been a long time- too long -but Dean and I never stopped-”

“Dean?” Oscar questioned, his heart soaring at the thought of seeing the friendly giant once more.

“He’s here, too, Oz.” Came the heartfelt reply. “We’ve both missed you, you know?”

And as Oscar looked up into those big puppy dog eyes, he realized that, yeah, he did know.

“Hey, Sam?”

“Yeah?”

Oscar’s lips twitched, a mischievous, playful gleam dancing in his eyes for the first time in far too long. “Race ya.”

At those words, Oscar leaped out the door, elation finally triumphing over all the other emotions that had been waring inside of him. A shout of surprise echoed after him, before he heard Sam’s laughter joining his own as they ran through the walls to the very same room that the Winchesters had rented all that time ago to reunite with the big brother. After all of these years of waiting, his friends had finally returned, and Oz couldn’t be happier.

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Worry shone in Dean’s green eyes as he glanced towards the window. The sunset had arched across the sky with scattered red clouds and a shock of the last rays, but now it was dark and foreboding outside. The roaring pattern of rain started up seconds after the rumble of thunder died down.

A light flickered in the room, and that sealed Dean’s resolve. “C’mon guys, game’s over,” he muttered. He slipped off the edge of the bed, padding over to them on socked feet. He sank to the ground, holding his hand out. He didn’t want to risk them out in the room if the power went out. They were too small, and he was too big.

Lightning flashed outside again, and Sam bounced to his feet in surprise. He ran towards Dean’s hand as the thunder rumbled again.

The second rumble of thunder motivated Oscar to bound towards the offered hand, too. He nearly stumbled on the carpet threads, but he managed to keep his feet and run to Dean’s outstretched fingers. He hopped up before the next flicker of all the lamps in the room.

Oscar crouched down on Dean’s palm, looking wide-eyed up at the human. “Th-the thunder’s a lot louder out here than in the walls,” he said. His gaze strayed to the window in time for a more subdued flash and an upswing in the rain. Oscar’s hand found Sam’s arm almost on reflex, anchoring himself to the other kid and knowing he wasn’t by himself while the sky raged outside. “It’s still loud in there, too, though,” he added in a quieter voice.

Dean lifted his hand away from the ground as the two kids huddled together. Before he went to stand, he cupped his hand against his chest, bringing up his second hand to shield them like he was protecting a flickering candle from the wind. Hidden from sight, another human would never know what Dean had cupped against his chest. Two tiny, fragile children that trusted him.

He stood and made his way over to the bed that was farthest from the window. “You don’t have to worry about a thing,” Dean promised them while he moved. “You’ll be safe with me, I promise.”

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