Sam almost missed the last question, still getting over the mindset that said three and a half inches was tall. He was so used to thinking of tall being six feet or higher. Now… if they didn't break his curse, four inches would be an impressive height for him.

But he managed to catch up in time to forestall a snarky comment from his brother, trying to keep Dean from spooking the kid.

After all, this was the first person Sam had seen in over a month that was the same size as he was. He didn't want Dean to scare the little guy off by being himself. The teen could be a lot to take from under three inches tall, as Sam well knew. And at least he knew Dean would listen to him. Oscar had no such assurance. As far as he was concerned, Dean could grab them both up in a hand as soon as he got bored.

"That's just Dean," Sam said hurriedly. "He… uh. Always gives people nicknames. Just ignore it." He pretended he didn't see the offended Hey! Dean mouthed in his direction. There were more important things to focus on. "So… there's more people like us? I've only been like this for a month… I thought I was the only one…"

Oscar's mouth twisted into a frown. "A month?" he mumbled, more to himself than to Sam. Sam was definitely at least as old as Oscar, probably older. And yet he claimed he'd only been their size for a month. Oscar took a slow breath and tried to reconcile the thought that an actual human, someone the proper size to be Dean's real brother, had been shrunk down so small. It wasn't supposed to be possible, but then again neither was a human that didn't try to keep one of the smaller folk trapped.

Maybe, if Sam really was Dean's brother, the older kid was already prepared to be a little nicer to smaller people. He had let them off his hand as soon as Sam told him to. Oscar decided to believe the claim for now, instead focusing on Sam's questions.

"Well, of course there's others," he replied, adjusting his position where he sat so he huddled on the plushy comforter with his arms hugged around his legs. He was still a little nervous, but at least the shivering had died down. "But we were all born smaller than humans. We live ..." Oscar's cheeks turned pink and his eyes became sheepish at the realization of how close he'd come to revealing their secrets to a stranger. "I'm not supposed to say."

"Oh." The excitement Sam felt about learning people his size existed was dampened by Oscar's last statement. "You… stay hidden?" It made sense, considering the kid's reaction to Dean. They'd never heard of anyone like Oscar before, and originally started out thinking Sam was the only person his size. Dean grabbing Oscar proved how dangerous it could be… even though he'd never have hurt the little guy, he had trapped him. Frozen in disbelief… and with no way for Oscar to know he'd be let right out as soon as Dean realized what he was doing.

"I hope I get to meet them one day," Sam said, staring down at the bedspread to avoid both Oscar and Dean's gazes. He didn't want Dean to see how much he wanted to spend time around people his own size. He'd never want to leave his family, but… maybe for a little while he could feel normal. Not like a tiny freak that needed Dean around constantly in order to survive.

Dean would hate to know that was how he felt sometimes.

Oscar had to remind himself not to be surprised by what Sam said. He hadn't been this size all his life, so of course he wouldn't have met any of the other small people living in the walls. Until a month ago, Sam would have been just as terrifying to Oscar as Dean was. Big enough to trap the smaller boy in one hand if he wanted. Oscar would probably still be freaking out with twohumans looming over him. Giant eyes staring down at him.

But, Sam wasn't huge anymore. He was only a little taller than Oscar was, and the closest to him in age out of anyone he'd ever met. And he'd been kind, helping to calm Oscar down in the shadow of the human that had grabbed him up so quickly.

"Well ... you met me," Oscar reminded Sam after a pause. He remained as sheepish as before, but he'd always been told not to reveal the whereabouts of any others if he was found by a human. Sam may be the right size to meet the others, but Dean ... Dean was too big. And still a little intimidating to Oscar, who wasn't used to him like Sam clearly was. That would take time, as shy as he was.

"You can bet I'm glad about that," Sam declared with a grin. "And we can hang out together! I mean, we've got cable, and an entire room to explore and Hershey Kisses! " He was excited by the thought of having someone his own size around. He could find out what it was really like to live at his size, for the first time.

He remembered himself after a moment, and quieted. "I mean… if you want to," he said, suddenly shy. Oscar might not want to spend time around them after the way he'd been snatched so easily off the ground.

Sam blinked up at Oscar. "What were you doing in our room, anyway?" he asked curiously. "Isn't it dangerous to be out here alone?"

It was Oscar's turn to be sheepish again, though it could be argued he'd never stopped. Sitting the way he was, huddled on the bedspread, he looked even smaller than usual. But he'd forgotten all about it in the wake of having an actual conversation with someone his own size and his own age.

"It ... it's kinda dangerous," he admitted. "I thought you'd be gone longer so ... I came in to look for supplies or food." He looked down, resting his chin on his knees. "I-I wasn't gonna steal anything, honest. I only take what I find dropped on the floor usually. Only what I need."

He chanced a look up at Dean, wondering what the human would think about it. Oscar had heard that humans could get very angry about people sneaking around where they shouldn't. And someone small coming in to scrounge around for crumbs would certainly count as sneaking. Oscar had been trying his best not to be found, in fact.

Both brothers were in shock at what they heard. They couldn't imagine a life where they were forced to scrounge for crumbs in order to eat. Dean had been driven to stealing in the past, a fact that he'd kept from Sam more than once. He'd done whatever he had to in order to have enough food for them both.

Of course, now, all he needed was enough food for one person.

The sight of the tiny kid sitting next to Sammy, clearly underfed and frail compared to the older boy, made Dean's big brother instincts rear up inside. After all the terror he'd caused Oscar, at least there was something he could do to help.

"You can have some of the food," Dean offered as he jumped up. "We've got leftovers." Oscar flinched back and almost tumbled on the soft surface of the bedspread, his eyes a little wide as he stared up at Dean. He managed not to react more than that, saving himself the nerves.

"We somehow have leftovers," Sam said dryly, too concerned with backtalking Dean to notice Oscar's tumble. "Despite your best efforts at finishing off an entire pizza." He glanced over at Oscar. "Plus, we've got chocolate," he said triumphantly. The bag sitting near them was only missing a few Hershey Kisses so far, since they'd only just finished eating.

Oscar's brow furrowed and he looked over at the bag nearby. He and Sam could fit in there easily, with lots of room to spare, if it were emptied of the foil wrapped shapes within. The flourishing letters on the plastic packaging called them Hershey Kisses. He mouthed the words to himself as he read them out, wondering why they'd be called that.

"I never had chocolate before," he admitted, sounding more intrigued than sheepish. If he really was about to try chocolate, it was worth being a little excited. Humans were always talking about how great it was. And they never left any lying around, either. Oscar had only ever had stale, bland leftovers of what he could find on the floor. Actual candy was simply an imaginative, optimistic daydream for him.

Until now, apparently.

"I could really have some of your food? You don't mind?" he asked, his eyes wide as he looked hopefully up at Sam. He looked down hastily when his stomach, alerted to the talk of food, made a noticeable noise. Oscar's cheeks flushed pink yet again. He rubbed at his dry eyes for a moment before looking up again.

"Of course you can," Sam said reassuringly. "And you can take some home with you. S'not like we eat much compared to Dean, anyway. He wouldn't even notice a missing bite or two."

"Hey, I'd notice," Dean complained as he came back over. "You have no faith in me."

In one hand he had a napkin with a bit of their pizza, and in the other he was holding one of the bottlecaps they'd taken to keeping around for Sam to use. He couldn't exactly drink out of a glass, after all. Anything scaled to Dean's size could easily be used by the smaller boy to swim in if he wanted to… or felt like jumping in a pool full of soda.

Dean put the napkin next to where Sam and Oscar were sitting together, and the bottlecap on top. It was full of the dark, bubbly cola that he'd picked up at the pizza parlor while they were out.

"Careful," Sam warned. "You gotta let it settle. The bubbles will give you a stomachache." He winced at the memory of his first time drinking soda after his curse. They'd had no idea how the drink would react in such a small stomach.

Oscar watched the surface of the soda fizz, throwing up tiny droplets as the bubbles escaped the liquid. He had never seen soda from so close. He hadn't realized it was so active. He decided to take Sam's advice, throwing the bottlecap of sugary liquid one more skeptical glance before he focused on the pizza.

The smell alone had his stomach pining for it. Oscar shifted so he sat cross legged instead of the way he'd curled up. While he certainly felt hungry, he knew there was more than he could eat in one sitting. It was rare indeed for him to see so much food all in one place, and this had just been freely offered to him.

"Th-thanks, Dean," he said, making sure to offer the human his gratitude for this much generosity. Dean smiled reassuringly back at him in reply. Then, he pulled his bag onto his lap and opened it, rummaging through his few supplies.

He drew out his knife, which had once been the blade of a pencil sharpener. Some electrical tape wrapped around one end provided a makeshift handle. It was too dull to cut even his skin, but it was more than enough to cut away a more reasonable portion of pizza. He left the knife lying on the napkin and took the food in both hands with a look of awe lingering on his face.

The first bite had his eyes wide and his senses almost overwhelmed by flavor. He'd never had anything so strong before. Oscar put a hand in front of his mouth while he chewed, a look of sheer surprise on his face. Once the bite was gone he had to exclaim "I didn't know food could be this good!"

Dean arched an eyebrow as he sat himself back down on the floor, electing for a seat where he wouldn't automatically loom over the new guy. "You didn't?" Even when they were low on funds, he usually managed to scrounge up something for Sam that had flavor… even something as simple as a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. "Well, we'll have to fix that." He sent Oscar a grin, glad to see him finally starting to relax. The kid even offered a faint, shy smile back before returning to his pizza.

A/N

Everyone agrees on this part as far as comments and prompts are concerned. Smol Oz must be fed. Get him all the foods, Dean! Pizza and chocolate and numms.

If anyone wants to see pics of Sam and Dean from this time, the tumblr had screencaps from the show. Alternately, you can go watch "Bad Boys," which was placed while they were 10 and 14.