Oscar couldn’t sleep. He had a huge pillow to rest on and a warm shirt to curl up in, but his attention was focused away from them. At night, sometimes, he was up and about searching for food, after all. He was used to sleeping when he was tired, and at the moment he wasn’t tired.
He sat up on the pillow with his legs stretched out in front of himself and his hands braced on the plushy surface beneath him. Nearby, he could hear the quiet pattern of Sam breathing, sprawled under the shirt-blanket. Sam was a little more used to sleeping every night, or most every night.
Dean’s breathing was much easier to hear. His huge lungs were bigger than Oscar’s home in the walls. Probably. Those breaths created little breezes back and forth over the pillow, with the way Dean had hugged it protectively close. Oscar had stayed in the big motel room more and more often as the days wore by. He spent so much time with his friends, and couldn’t be happier.
It wasn’t doubt or even fear for the big, wide open room that kept Oscar awake now. For once, his reason was peaceful and without worry. He stared at the window of the motel room, where the edge of a curtain had gotten caught in just away that left it hanging open a few inches.
To someone who barely stood over two inches tall, it was a wide break in the fabric indeed. Oscar stared at the sky beyond that window in awe. The streetlamp outside had flickered out earlier, and after that, Oscar couldn’t look away.
Oscar could see the stars out there.
Little twinkling lights seemed to peek back at him. Oscar had only ever seen the daytime sky with them, so far. By the time night fell, they were always safely back in the room to watch TV or run and play (sometimes with Dean trying to catch Sam and Oscar as they laughed and scurried away).
Oscar sighed contentedly and lay back down to draw some of the shirt over himself. He curled up, but made sure he could still see that small space between the curtains. He fell asleep watching the stars for the first time in his life.
We’ve discussed both versions, because honestly they’re all too cute! There’s no way of knowing what’ll happen until we get there, but there’s a good chance that Dean will terrify Oscar as usual XD Kiddo Sam would rescue the tiny kiddo from his big brother, and Dean would be trying to peek around his shoulders to see what’s going on.
The adult Winchesters are much more scare and it might be a while before Oscar even tries to uncurl from his Oscar-ball ^^;
Hopefully they’d discover that a quicker way to his heart is to give him food and to be hands-off at least at first. Oscar’s only ever heard about how bad humans are, after all! He is very little and they are very big, and the Winchesters are extra big. Just gotta give him time (and maybe pizza).
Just a friendly reminder that if anyone has any prompts for Oscar and his adventures with the brothers, they are currently open! Remember, the more prompts and ideas we get for them, the longer the story will go for before it concludes. All rules for standard prompts apply, and you can find them here.
To catch up on the storyline so far, check out the series: Brothers Together.
You all wanted more of the kid!Sam, and you won’t be waiting much longer! The story of Sam meeting others like him is on its way, and no one has guessed who he’ll be seeing. Tune in on Monday, November 16th and the first chapter of the adorable kiddos fic will be posted on the various sites! ( Deviantart, Fanfiction, Archive of our Own ) It will update from then on every Monday after. Below is a sneak peek from that first chapter:
Is it a mouse?
Dean didn’t want to risk having any unknown animals darting around the room. He slipped quietly off the bed, creeping over towards the wall. He ignored a curious question shot his way from Sam, who was finally taking note of his older brother’s odd behavior.
“Gimme a sec,” Dean muttered over his shoulder.
He saw the movement again, and lunged forward. Two hands slammed around the small animal, trapping it between them. The show was completely forgotten as Dean stood back up, eyes wide as he stared down at his hands.
Did I see what I thought I saw?
“What is it, Dean?” Sam asked, taking a few hesitant steps forward on the uneven surface of the bed.
Just as curious as Sam, Dean cracked open his hands so he could peek inside at what he’d caught. He sucked in a gasp of surprise and slammed them shut, staring back at Sam in dismay.
This story will take place a little over a month after Sam is initially cursed, and two weeks after Sam first hitches himself a ride in Dean’s pocket to school. So, they are starting to get used to him being tiny, but there’s a lot he’s not prepared for. He’ll need a teacher.
Brothers Apart 