Sam found himself a clear spot to sit on the napkin, his arms full of his food selections. He scattered the food around, eating his own piece of rice as he side-eyed the television in the room. If he stopped to think about it, he was eating just as much as Dean comparatively, despite the fact that to his regular-sized brother, it would be a scattering of crumbs.

Dean glanced over, briefly taking note of where everyone was before he grabbed one of the steak teriyaki sticks. He barely nibbled at it, staring at the sight of Sam eating a piece of rice the size of his hand. It might as well be a hot dog at his size.

Oscar had a moment to collect some food for himself once the brothers settled down. The less messy things saw some extras being slipped into his bag just in case, while he tried not to make a complete mess of his hands or his knife when he cut away slivers of the teriyaki steak and the chicken. It was a good thing he was walking on napkins.

He made his way back towards Sam, flinching once when an upswing of the music on the television startled him. Thankfully, he didn't drop anything. He'd hate to make a mess out of their hospitality. When he settled down, he had a large meal in front of himself. It was definitely enough food for three or four of his normal daily meals.

Before he tried any of it, Oscar looked curiously at one of the bottlecaps of soda that Dean had set aside for them. It looked like a lot of the bubbles had stopped fizzling out of the drink, and though he was skeptical of a drink that was so active, he wanted to try it.

He opened up his bag, carefully pushing aside the food he'd stored in there (some of which he'd wrapped up in scraps of cloth) to retrieve his cup. It was made of aluminum foil, bent and shaped into a more manageable drink container for him, and conveniently it left him with a smaller portion in case he didn't like the soda.

He dipped the cup in the dark brown drink and lifted it to his lips. His first drink of soda was met with a wrinkled nose and a surprised expression. "Oh, it almost stings," he commented, staring at the drink in his homemade cup.

Sam nodded in reply, his eyes glued curiously on the aluminum cup in Oscar's hand. In all the time since shrinking, he hadn't thought of anything like that. Dean and John had argued once about finding him dishes from a dollhouse, but so far nothing had come of it. Dean wanted something to help Sam feel normal again, even if it was silly plastic silverware with flowery patterns all over the place.

"It's a lot stronger since I shrank," he mused out loud to the other kid. "And I didn't let the bubbles settle the first time I drank it after my curse." He winced at the memory. "It hurt! It never did that when I was normal. So I gotta wait, and then it's better." He picked up his own bottlecap and took a sip from the clunky container. It was like taking a drink from a stew pot, and the bubbles that continued to rise to the surface would pop and sprinkle him with the light spray of soda. Despite all that, it was still tasty and good, and made Sam smile.

A companionable silence fell over the three as they settled into their food and watching the movie. Oscar stared with wide eyes as things progressed on screen, not understanding a decent amount of it but not minding the fact. He even forgot more than once that he was out in the open, within reach of a human.

The food eventually disappeared, most of it thanks to Dean's appetite, befitting a teenage boy. Oscar didn't leave much behind, either, out of what he'd selected for himself. The extras got tucked into his bag for later. He was getting away with a couple day's worth of meals at this rate.

By the time the movie was drawing to a close, Oscar's eyelids were heavy. He tried to rub some of the sleepiness out of his eyes to stay awake long enough to at least see the ending and then get himself home. But the heavy feeling in his stomach was making that easier said than done.

Sam was growing just as tired, but he tried to hang in there for the very end. Despite the way he'd argue for Star Wars first, he still enjoyed the storyline and the escape from looking around the room and remembering his small size.

Dean was leaning against the bed, still sitting on the floor. He eyed the scattered napkins that the two kids were sitting near, remembering he'd have to clean all that up before collapsing into bed.

A small smile came to his face as he spotted both of the others lying on the bed. Sam was stretched out with a bit of the cover bunched up to help act as a pillow, and his eyes were starting to droop. Oscar didn't look far behind. As quietly as he could, Dean started to carefully pull the napkins off and stuff them in one of the bags, getting ready for the end of the movie.

Oscar only spared Dean's hands a few glances as the human worked to clean up the remains of dinner. He shifted so he sat cross legged, and leaned his elbow on his knee so he could prop up his chin. The humans on the screen (and their friend who was not quite a human but looked pretty close, if severe) were so close to reaching their goal.

Oscar yawned as the rescued whales were returned and the alien probe stopped trying to hurt the earth. He sat up straighter, stifling a yawn with the back of his hand before smiling at the result of the very bizarre mission he'd just watched. "They did it," he noted, in a voice that clearly illustrated how tired he was.

After covering up one more yawn, Oscar dragged his bag towards himself with one sluggish hand. "I-I should probably go home," he announced.

With everything cleaned up, Dean frowned dubiously at that. "You said you had to walk pretty far to get here, right?" He didn't like the thought of the young boy going back on his own when he was so tired. It might be safe, but if he slipped and fell, or ran into a spider, they'd have no way of knowing.

Dean jabbed a thumb towards the other pillow on the bed, still in its spot. "We've got extra room," he offered. "You can head back in the morning. When you're awake."

"Or you can come to school," Sam mumbled tiredly as he rubbed his eyes. "Jus' need Dean to do his homework…" He faded off halfway through his statement.

Oscar glanced over at the pillow and sighed heavily. It looked really comfortable to the tired kid. He hadn't had as much of a trying day as yesterday, but he was still fading fast. The content feeling of being warm and well fed was drawing him quickly to follow Sam in drifting off.

"M-maybe," he mumbled. "But I shouldn't go to school," he added, trying to have more conviction but sounding just as tired as he was. He dragged himself to his feet, his bag hanging lazily over one shoulder. "Prob'ly not safe."

"You can decide in the morning," Dean said, hiding a smile. He stood up and brushed off his hands before stooping over the two small kids. Sam was gently gathered up and placed in the center of his palm and Oscar, who made it easier by standing, was swept up in the other hand. The distance from the foot of the bed to the pillow was quite a trek for both the kids and while Dean was sure Oscar would be able to make it there on his own just fine, he figured it would be better to just help out.

He carried them over to the pillow and gently set them down. Sam sprawled out instantly, trying to open his eyes in surprised protest at where he was. "But there's schoolwork…" he said with a yawn, trying to cover his mouth with his hand. "The teacher's gonna be mad…"

Dean brushed his bangs out of his face with the pad of his thumb. "I'll take care of it, pint-size. Don't you worry, okay? No one's gonna get mad at you."

Sam seemed to take his reassurance, turning his head into the pillow and letting his eyes slip down. Dean grabbed the flannel shirt from nearby and draped it around the two small children. "This used to be Sam's shirt," he said in a hush to Oscar, explaining what he was doing. "Now he uses them to cover up with at night. It's familiar."

Oscar brushed a hand over the soft, somewhat heavy material Dean had given them. Sam was already out like a light, and Oscar wasn't far behind. He merely nodded tiredly at the explanation, and shifted around to settle into the pillow. Any will to insist he go home was drowned out by how soft the pillow was.

It was like lying on a cloud. And the shirt Dean set down was warm and cozy, almost as much as Oscar's pile of blankets on his own bed. He moved his bag aside so it lay near him but not too close so he wouldn't accidentally knock into it if he tossed and turned. Then, Oscar made sure his feet would stay warm, and curled up with the shirt drawn close under his chin

Oscar barely managed to mumble out a "Thanks" before his eyes shut and his body fell into comfortable slumber on the plushiest surface he'd ever been on.

Dean's face softened as he watched both children slip into sleep, safe on the pillow. For himself, he went and hastily finished the homework. He didn't want Sam to have to worry about any angry teachers (even though Dean doubted the teacher would even notice if he didn't do it, the class was large and he was only going to be there for the month). Luckily it was just math.

With that taken care of, he crawled into bed on his own side. His eyes were heavy as he wrapped an arm around the pillow Sam and Oscar were sleeping on, keeping them close so he could watch over them. As usual Sam didn't even notice the world shift around him. He'd grown used to Dean's overprotective side rearing up from time to time. Or almost constantly.

Dean let out a heavy sigh, resting his cheek on the edge of their pillow. He dropped off into sleep, following their example.

The room fell still.

A/N

Dean's gotta watch out for them, even when they're asleep. He's gotta. It's his job.

Next: January 6th