February 10th excerpt:
Stan frowned as he approached the laptop screen, coming up just short of the body near the keyboard. More and more he was glad that he’d grown up being told to never be seen by humans. Apparently some of them were highly interested in the idea of tiny people. Given what he’d gone through, some of which he couldn’t even remember it was so awful, the thought disturbed Stan.
February 9th excerpt:
“You should live a little,” Dean said dryly, the sound of someone talking to a brick wall. “Have a little fun in your life.”
“I’m fine here,” Sam insisted. “Me an’ Stan will see what we can find about borrowers.”
February 8th excerpt:
Dean dropped the box on the table. “Grub’s up,” he announced unnecessarily, flipping open the lid perpendicular to where the brothers were sitting.
A moist steam rose from the box, filling the room with the strong smell of the fresh pizza. One half looked like a regular pizza, melted cheese and crispy crust, but the other side…
“Did you order a mountain?” Sam asked dubiously, leaning over to look at the amount of meat that somehow fit on the pizza.
“I’ll have you know that every bite will be delicious,” Dean insisted primly.
February 7th excerpt:
As though a switch clicked in Stan’s brain, he glanced around the table. He remembered seeing a pen tucked behind the plastic-wrapped complementary cups, as though it had been haphazardly tossed there by a previous guest. Before he could think twice, Stan was dashing across the cover of the book between him and his goal.
It took seconds for Stan to grab the clip near the top of the pen and haul it all the way back to Sam, panting a little from the effort as he stepped back to give the human room to take it.
February 6th excerpt:
As Dean’s voice started to talk to the pizza shop, ordering what sounded suspiciously like ‘the Ultimate Meat-Lovers pizza,’ Sam took pity on the rumpled little guy, slipping two fingers into the pocket with Stan. Though he didn’t go to scoop the guy out, still worried about possibly injuring Stan with one wrong move or making him equate them to the witch’s care, Sam kept his fingers steady.
“Feel like getting some fresh air?” Sam offered warmly.
Not just yet! There are a couple of AUs that last left off with Oscar on his way to meet Bobby (and Rumsfeld, but Sam conveniently forgot to warn Oscar about the doggo before convincing him to go).
The Brothers Together AU, in which Sam and Dean met little Oscar when they were all kids.
Food and Monsters, an AU created by @neonthewrite and the origin of Oscar. I write a new installment of this series every year around contest time, so you can actually expect to see Oscar meet Bobby at last sometime in the next couple months!
From Burgers and Pixie Dust, the third in the Food and Monsters series:
“Oz, why didn’t you tell us you were by yourself?” Dean asked. His voice was softer than Oscar was used to. The familiar gruff cadence was so quiet it almost didn’t rumble at all. Oscar glanced up sheepishly and found Dean watching him with concern.
He shrugged helplessly. “I dunno,” he said. “It didn’t seem important, I guess…”
“You shouldn’t have to be alone,” Sam said, his own expression full of concern. Their solemn looks flustered Oscar more and more by the second.
“B-but I do,” he said, shrugging again. “What else am I s’posed to do?”
Sam and Dean shared a long look and Oscar wrung his hands. He never had picked up the knack for reading either of them. They were enigmatic, no matter how much trust he’d placed in them, and when they wanted to hide what they were thinking, they could.
“If you want,” Sam began, turning back to Oscar with a hopeful gleam in his eyes, “we could get you to a place where you don’t have to be by yourself. Somewhere we could visit you more often and everything, and you’d even have more access to food.”
“Someplace safe, Oz. You deserve it after all that time,” Dean added. One hand approached and nudged gently at his shoulder. Just a gentle touch, and the hand retreated.
Oscar glanced around, wondering if they were playing a joke of some kind. Leaving the only place he’d ever known to live somewhere else? He’d never had a thought like that. It had never been a possibility before. “Um. Where is it? Is it far?”
February 5th excerpt:
“Havin’ fun with that book?” Dean snarked as he got back into the car to pull it around to their room.
Sam rolled his eyes. “The more we know, the better off we are.” He didn’t look at Dean, but he already knew… “Did you get her number?”
February 4th excerpt:
Once Stan got a feel for the pitch and sway of Sam’s gait, he reached down and plucked a small, slightly sticky lump that he recognized the smell of more than anything. His stomach gave an excited grumble at the reminder of the crumb of soft granola he’d been offered earlier and couldn’t finish. Mouth watering, Stan took a big munch out of the granola lump. Never in his life had there ever been food readily on hand, and the entire idea excited Stan deeply.
January 24th excerpt:
The drive continued with Sam and Dean unaware that Stan had overheard their conversation.
January 23rd excerpt:
Sam didn’t notice at first that Stan had vanished from the top of the pocket, so intrigued by the story in the book was he. It wasn’t until he’d reached well over halfway that he glanced down to find Stan gone.
Concerned, Sam nudged open the flap of his pocket to see inside, spotting Stan in his ragged clothing curled up inside, fast asleep. The amount of trust invested in them by the little guy hit Sam all at once. Stan had no control over what happened to him, yet he was slumbering peacefully away, his face relaxed.
Brothers Apart 