Unfortunately for Dean, Sam is regular sized and has full access to candy and sugar and all unhealthy things.
Those two will be a handful.
Tag: oscar the oc
Is there another sneak peek for brothers united?
We’ve actually paused on writing that story just like Brothers Discovered, and ended up working on a bit more angsty stories while work was stressful, but we can spare ya a peek!
The cry of fear from in Sam’s hands galvanized him into action, and he squirmed away from Dean’s reaching hand. “No!” he cried out, protesting his older brother’s grab. He twisted out of reach, keeping his hands shut tight around the kid. “You’ll hurt him! I promised!”
There was a moment of silence, and Sam looked over his shoulder to see Dean frozen. “Sam,” Dean said slowly, his eyebrows pinching in concern. “What do you have in your hands?”
“Promise not to grab?” Sam asked, sticking his lip out stubbornly.
“Promise, shorty,” Dean held up his hands and wiggled his fingers. “But I need to know what you have. No secrets.”
Sam sighed, and shifted onto his knees. “He’s real scared,” he explained, cracking his hands open slowly. “You gotta be careful.”
Dean blinked in surprise at the ‘he,’ then leaned forward as Sam’s hands opened to reveal the world’s tiniest kid. “Sonovabit–”
“Dean!”
The scold cut Dean off, and all he could do was close his mouth and stare, for once rendered speechless.
Oscar was speechless too, though he felt like his heart had to be pounding loud enough for them to hear it. His ears throbbed after their short bickering, and his hands were clamped over the sides of his head. Somehow, he’d managed to stay curled up even when Sam moved around and jerked him away from Dean.
Now, though, he trembled so much it was amazing he could keep any position. Loud voices, huge hands, huge eyes, the sensations all swirled around him in a confusing whirlpool
He hiccupped and scrubbed at his eyes with the back of a hand. More tears replaced what he’d wiped away, and he kept the hand in front of his face to hide the only way he could.
“Dude, where’d you even find him?” Dean shot at Sam, rapid fire.
For @neonthewrite‘s contest. Have an Oscar in a bunny suit.
This is why I write I suck at arttt
A Gift For Oscar
Okay, so this is for @neonthewrite‘s Halloween contest. It’s set during Hershey Kisses and Salt Lines, when Sam was saved by Dean and the brothers meet Oscar. I hope you like it!
Dean strolled down the path, glancing disinterestedly through the windows of stores. Every window was themed for the season, sporting black and orange colours with an assortment of supernatural creatures that had been rendered into amusing cutouts and figurines. He snorted at the image of a snarling beast head, a lame imitation of a werewolf.
The people don’t need to know how wrong they are, he mused, and kept walking.
Mr. Doormouse
Mr. Doormouse
Oscar stood still as giant fingers pressed against him, he knew better than to move suddenly of the very excitable woman before him. She was 5’6 and had brownish red hair, her skin was like milk chocolate and her eyes hazel.
She was an odd human, more than even Sam and Dean Winchester. Though she was even more, she called herself the Mad Hatter. She always wore a big brown top hat and a brown vest over a white collar shirt, she wore brown shorts with long knee high black socks. She would have a brown suit coat, but only when she would be his size. Yes…she can change her size.
She carried a tiny clock on a metal cord and always had a sewing kit, which was why he couldn’t move.
He was being suited, and so far it was cozy. She had created something like what younger humans wear, a onesie? It was light grey and she worked diligently on making a removable and adjustable light blue vest, “Almost done Oscar!”
Her fingers moved to his back and the hood that was attached covered his head and she worked with the top, Oscar contemplated what brought him to this.
(Flashback to hour earlier)
“Hey Oscar?” The Mad Hatter spoke after the comfortable silence the two sat in in Oscar’s room.
“Yes Hattie?”
“Does your kind celebrate Halloween?”“What?” Oscar asked with a moment of confusion.
“Free Candy Day? The one day Satan would most likely take over the world?”
“No?” At that answer, she popped up and pulled him to the room closest to her stuff. She took full size and got to work.
(End of Flashback)
He huffed as she pulled away, “Done, wanna take a look mousey?” Oscar froze at the nickname and was going to question it until she brought out a mirror.
The onesie as he noticed was a light grey over all, the vest was light blue as he noticed earlier. He didn’t notice the long greyish thin tail coming from the onesie bottom, or the round ears on top of the hood.
The outfit itself wasn’t baggy or tight and it was comfortable to be in. Oscar’s eyes grew wide, “I’m a mouse!”
A chuckle rumbled the ground below him, “Best costume to go out in and not get you caught silly.”
Oscar froze, “C-Caught?”
The Mad Hatter nodded and brought out her brown coat and a sack, “Time to have your first Halloween!”
She scooped up the shy borrower before he could say a word and took off for what may be his best night ever, and since it involves chocolate…it was.
NO ONE SUSPECTS THE GOURD
Ok so not so much a Halloween costume as it is a straight up disguise for @neonthebright‘s best hotel-dwelling borrower, Oscar.
Top 3 Things I Know About Oscar
1. Scared of being seen/caught by Humans so tends to avoid being out in the open
2. Was once enamored by the Breckenridge Hotel’s holiday decorations when he was young
3. Good with crafts and stuff
So I imagine this was a long-worked on project once the idea got into his head. Dark mesh (either the fabric or actual chicken wire/fabric combo) for the face so he can breathe, be out of sight, and still able to see his surroundings; handles inside the plastic decoration so he can move around from place to place; top cut so he can stick his head or arms out; and a hole in the bottom both for maneuvering and a quick escape route in case he needs to bolt (not many would think to pick the whole thing up carefully, would probably grab from the top and BAM Oscar is still on the ground and half way to safety before they realize it).
Don’t ask me how he holds all the candy he just does LOOK OKAY
I don’t get artsy too often, but I decided to throw my hat into the ring and make a Halloween costume for Oscar as a part of the contest set up by @neonthebright ! I’m not really sure why, but the first thought that came to my mind for a costume for Oscar was to dress him up like Fievel the mouse from the American Tail movies! With a bit of string to use as a tail and a little bit of paint of the whiskers, he’s ready to go! Oscar seems a little unsure about it, but at least it’s a comfy costume! 😁
@neonthewrite
Submission for neon’s Oscar’s costume contest XD He made it himself too (what a talented kid, let’s give the mouse boy a round of applause)Description: Gray in color, except for the buttons (they’re mismatched). The tail is a single piece of brown yarn. The bottom of his feet are pink from extra pink cloth he had, sewn in to serve as extra padding.
Beggars Can’t Be Choosers (1/3)
( DA Link )
I had to return to the fun little AU in which Oscar met Castiel, Angel of the Lord. And, inevitably, I had to see how Oscar would fare with the rest of Team Free Will.
I split it into fairly large pieces (chapter length each). The DA Link above is for people who don’t want to read all that while scrolling tumblr.
Oscar was out of breath by the time he returned home. His frantic glances gave his house in the walls a warped, scary appearance. Normally, home was safe. It was drafty at times and he couldn’t let dust collect for more than a day before it overran him, but it was home. He could go there after a day of foraging supplies and sit on his ring box chair to sew or burrow into his blanket nest to sleep.
Now, he couldn’t stay. It wouldn’t remain safe for long.
Inktober 17 2017 Poor Oscar
My Inktober entry for the 17th. This one took about 5 hours or so. for Neonthebright of her Oc Oscar. Poor little guy is scared out of his wits!
Look at this amazing work by wolfie180g!
This will pair in with the Beggars Can’t Be Choosers story, posting now!
Brothers Apart 