Oscar's wide eyes were brimming with tears as his gaze whipped in every direction in the dark enclosure. "H-hands," he murmured to himself, the realization offering him no comfort at all. Just one glimpse of that enormous green eye peeking in at him left him wracked with shivers. His body was primed to bolt but there was nowhere to go.

He had been so sure he could make it. When the human got off the bed, his heart had begun a frightened dance in his tiny, heaving chest, and it was performing an encore now.

Humans were so fast. Oscar had never thought it would be possible for someone to move as quickly as the human did to capture him. But before he'd even made it halfway to his goal, two hands bigger than him slammed closed around him and took his freedom away.

Oscar knew he was very high up. Too high to have a chance if he were to fall. Probably too high for his climbing thread to be long enough. The pin and thread combination was enough to climb to the table in the room, but not much higher.

He considered getting his pin from his bag. It could be like a weapon. But just imagining an angry human that had him in his hands deterred that line of thinking. Even if he poked at the human's skin with a safety pin, the human could do a lot worse in retaliation.

This was a nightmare.

"No no no no no," he mumbled, his lower lip trembling with the tears that were already leaking out and racing down his cheeks. Oscar could see his prison's outline in the light that broke through the cracks between the human's fingers. He felt so small in there.

The human could close his hands together and squish Oscar between them, and there was nothing he could do to prevent it.

He pushed against the thick skin with his hands, scrambling around for some opening he knew he wouldn't find. He had to get out, somehow. He had to escape before the helplessness swallowed him up and he was left without enough presence of mind to help himself.

"Let me go, let me go," he said aloud, still more of a mumble. He hadn't spoken in so long. And his nerves didn't let him shout. A low whine of terror was stuck in his throat. Oscar kept pushing against the fingers that outsized him.

A sob escaped and it seemed to be the key. Oscar let out a plaintive wail and his efforts doubled. He imagined those hands closing in. Keeping him immobile and doing whatever they wanted. The adrenaline and fear left his limbs feeling like jelly, and he couldn't keep up his struggles. He curled up into a ball and covered his head with his arms, trembling all over.

"Please," he keened, desperate tears pouring down his face now. "Please!"

The frantic cry from within Dean's cupped hands broke the silent standoff between the brothers.

"Dean!" Sam cried out. "Be careful! Don't hurt them!" He tried to run forward on the bed but he could only go so far with Dean standing two feet beyond.

The older boy was frozen in disbelief. The green eyes were glued to his hands, unable to believe what he'd seen. Even after the last month spent with Sam the size of a finger, it was almost impossible to believe that there were more like him.

Sam's determined shouts started to break through to him and he shakily made it back over to the bed. Dean sank down to his knees and held the hands over the bedspread so the little guy inside wasn't in danger of falling. He could feel the tiny shudders, and the fear in the small voice was hard to take. It twisted Dean's heart. He could imagine Sam trapped the exact same way, unable to get out and no one to help him.

And then Sam was climbing on his hand, trying to pry the older boy's fingers open. "Let him out!" Sam begged, trying to break through Dean's frozen mind. "He's scared!"

The small yanks against his fingers by hands that were almost microscopic, coupled with the tiny, trembling body trapped within, finally broke through to Dean. His hands slightly shaking, he cracked open the top just enough for Sam to slip in.

Sam didn't spare a thought for the size of the fingers that he squirmed between to get to the kid inside. And the fact that he dropped down an inch into darkness before he hit the surface of Dean's palm didn't deter him either. He wasn't used to being small, but he knew he was safe in Dean's hands.

No matter how big they got.

While the hands slowly unfolded around them to let in the light, Sam crawled over to the little boy that was trapped inside. "It's okay," he said gently, scooping up the crying little kid into his arms. "I promise. That's just my big brother. He'd never hurt you!"

"B-but he's s-so big," Oscar stuttered out. The words had to fight their way around sobs that hitched his shoulders and caught his breath in his throat. His face was already flushed from his crying, and his head pounded from the stress. Oscar's chest heaved with frightened breaths that barely made it to his lungs.

Though his vision was blurry now, when he looked up, he could see enough of the details of Dean's face to know the human was looking right at him. He quaked and looked away, clinging to Sam like his life depended on it. He had no idea who this other boy was, or why he was with a human calling him brother. But he was the closest thing Oscar had to something familiar.

He was still on a human's hands. He could feel the warmth radiating off of them. He could feel the way he and the other small boy sank into the skin just a little bit. He could even feel the occasional twitch of a muscle underneath them, and wondered if they were so light they only tickled the huge teenaged human.

He was as bedraggled as he'd ever been. Oscar hadn't taken the time lately to do much with his wavy brown hair, but now it was especially mussed after his brief time struggling about in the human's closed up hands. His shirt was rumpled, the tattered sleeves already becoming damp with tears as he kept trying in vain to wipe his eyes dry.

The initial panicked breathing began to taper into something closer to normal, though Oscar was still shuddering and his shoulders still twitched with sobs. After the scare of being grabbed and lifted so high so quickly, he needed to release it. Even though he wasn't out of the woods yet, seeing as he was still on a pair of gigantic hands.

"I-I w-was just-" he began, thinking that maybe explaining why he was in the room might help. Maybe the human wouldn't be mad about him sneaking around, which Oscar knew humans sometimes got upset about. But he couldn't put any more words together and he hid his face behind a hand while the other clutched at Sam's jacket.

"Shh..." Sam tried to sooth the younger boy. Putting a hand behind his head, Sam pulled him close to his chest. "That's right. He's big, but he's nice. He didn't mean to scare you, and he's going to put us both down now, okay?"

The last sentence was given special emphasis. Sam looked up at Dean while he kept the other boy's head cupped against his chest. Tiny hazel eyes locked on the older Winchester's worried greens. Dean nodded slowly, understanding that Sam was talking to him there. He lowered his hands all the way down to the bed, flattening them completely.

The other kid was so small. Between the two sitting in his hand, Dean couldn't believe he was holding two entire people. Even after adjusting to Sam over the last month, this other kid was something else. He made Sam seem sturdy, all two and a half inches of him.

The moment the hands touched ground, Sam pulled himself to a wobbly stand. He wrapped his arms securely around the kid clinging to him and stepped down onto the bed. The comforter gave under even their small weight, and Sam sank to his knees.

He gently tried to cajole the other child away from his chest. "There, see?" He smiled at the kid. "Dean didn't mean to grab you. You're safe here."

Oscar looked up at Sam, a hiccup making him blink in surprise. There were still tears falling from his watery, red-rimmed eyes, but the frantic sobbing had petered out. It was too exhausting to keep up for very long. Oscar brushed a slightly-too-long sleeve over his eyes again, sighing heavily.

He dared to look past Sam at the human still staring down at them. He didn't understand what was going on. Sam's words made it to his head, but they didn't make any sense at all. A nice human?! He'd always been warned to stay away from the bigger folk, to avoid this exact situation: capture.

Oscar ducked his head and his shoulders bunched up with a few more shuddering gasps of air. He could feel the heat in his face from all the crying, but more than that he felt all the open air around him, leaving him exposed to Dean's sight. So he tried to keep himself hidden from view behind Sam, who seemed to know what was going on more than he did.

"Whuh-" Oscar tried to speak, but his voice croaked out and he had to cough. He turned his head and covered his mouth with the inside of his elbow to do so, and finally rubbed his eyes with his knuckles, clearing them of the latest batch of tears.

"What's gonna happen to me?" he asked quietly, meeting Sam's gaze once more. The fear in his eyes conveyed all the possibilities he imagined. Possibilities he'd been warned about since he learned how to walk. Humans were supposed to be dangerous. He didn't understand how this Dean was supposed to be any different.

"Uh…" Sam frowned in confusion, wondering what the kid thought they were going to do. He'd never seen anyone so completelyterrified just seeing Dean.

But then he thought back to when he'd first discovered his curse. Waking up in a world where everything towered over him. If there had been anyone but Dean in the room, he might not have calmed down so easily. And even Dean had started out as terrifyingly enormous. Sam had tried to bolt, running away from his entire world. Desperate to find someone, anyone the same size as him. Convinced that his Dean was out there waiting for him, normal. Not a giant that could trap him in a single hand.

"Nothing's gonna happen to you," Sam said steadily. He gave the small kid an uncertain smile. "I promise. We just want to make sure you're okay after all that. My name's Sam, and this is my big brother Dean. What's your name?"

Oscar sniffled and shifted so his arms hugged around his middle, an attempt to brace himself against further shudders. It almost worked. "I'm Oscar," he answered quietly. "H-hi, Sam." He might have tried to smile back shyly, but his face wouldn't have cooperated even if he felt like it. Not yet.

He took a steeling breath and leaned over slowly, peeking around Sam to look up at Dean again. He was still so big. But he was just looking at them. He didn't reach for them again or try to trap them somewhere. He just waited, watching with concern. It certainly didn't fit what Oscar previously thought about humans. What made Dean different? And how'd he end up finding Sam?

Oscar sighed again, an ache in his chest from all the exertion his recent scare had put on his heart. It still pounded, but not as frantically as it had when he found himself shooting into the air. The memory, still so fresh, made his stomach clench with residual fear.

"How ... h-how did you end up with a human for a brother?" he asked, his voice still raw but louder than before.

"Dean's always been my brother," Sam proclaimed proudly. He drew himself up a little straighter. "We grew up together. He'dnever let anything happen to us." Sam knew that would always be true. Not once since being shrunk down had Dean let him down. He was always watching out, and it made Sam feel safe even when everything else around them loomed above his head. Even being stuck, unable to get down from a table on his own wasn't scary with Dean there to help.

Sam wrinkled his nose in confusion as the rest of Oscar's question sank in. "But we're both human. Just being stuck under a curse doesn't mean I'm not anymore. What about you? How long have you been small?"

Oscar's expression grew confused as he stared up at Sam. He seemed so proud and sure of himself, but his words didn't make any sense. He grew up with a human? And mention of a curse only made his brow pinch together in thought. Sam wasn't making much sense at all, but then again Oscar shouldn't be surprised. He already hung around a human, and it looked like he didn't even have a bag to carry his things in. Everyone knew you needed some way to keep all your supplies organized!

But Sam's question made Oscar blush a little and he sat up a little straighter too. He'd always known he was rather small for his age, but he'd really been noticing some improvement on that in the last year. "I-I'm not ...! I've been growing, I-I gained a whole eighth of an inch this year so far!" he protested, visibly flustered.

That was what caught Dean's attention, pulling him the rest of the way out of his shock and awe at discovering someone evensmaller than Sam in their room. Up until that moment, he'd been fine just watching Sam coax the kid out of his fear. It was easier for him, since they were close to the same size.

"Oz," he interrupted as cautiously as he could. The last thing he wanted to do was make the kid cry again. "Have you alwaysbeen..." he waved a hand at the pair, at a loss for what to say for a second. "That... size?"

Oscar emitted a low squeak of surprise to hear the human's ... Dean's voice again. Even speaking in a hushed, careful tone, it was so much louder than Oscar or Sam. Oscar was grateful at least that Dean put in the effort to avoid basically shouting at them. He managed to meet Dean's gaze above for a few seconds before dropping eye contact. He wasn't feeling that bold.

"W-well ... yeah ...?" he answered, uncertainty coloring his soft voice. He wasn't sure how else he would be. Sure, Sam had saidhe was a human, but that didn't mean Oscar understood what he meant. "B-but I think I could get to three and a half inches and that's not bad for us."

He looked back up at Dean, this time with a question of his own driving past his nerves. "Why ... why'd you call me 'Oz?' My name's Oscar."

A/N

Oh, Oz. Poor bby. Three and a half inches is so tall for you ;w;

Dean wasted no time giving him a nickname What? That's not my name.

During the course of this story, Dean is 14, Sam is 10 and Oscar is only 8. Protect smol child.

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