image

Oscar … would be afraid. The poor little guy has lived on his own with the assumption that everything outside his safe, cozy walls is dangerous in some way. A dog, being loud and boisterous and having a mouth full of rather sharp teeth, would terrify the poor little guy.

Poor Rumsfeld would flop near his hiding place and whine, because he just wants to be friends! It would take a lot of coaxing (or Sam hoisting him up by the collar, he’s a lightweight) to get him out in the open to meet a friendly puppy.

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.

One would hope that they get coffee if they’re going to be road tripping with Jacob to find their father! (Along with breakfast. Feed them, Jake. They haven’t eaten well in years.)

Sam would try the coffee, wrinkle his nose and dump cream and sugar into it until it almost doesn’t taste like coffee. Dean would scoff at this, drink it black and call it the nectar of the gods, and give Jacob The Look. Don’t you fuckin’ dare put me back in that coffee pot ever again