Dean always stood up so fast, and this time Oscar hadn't been prepared for it. Gravity had knocked him down and rather than fight it, Oscar waited it out. He sat himself up on the hand, waiting until the steep upward motion was complete. He adjusted his bag at his side and then leaned back on his hands, sitting casually on Dean's palm.

"Sam did good," he chimed in, defending his friend. He was learning everything pretty fast, which was a relief to Oscar. He only had so much time before the two of them had to leave, and Oscar couldn't teach Sam anymore. "He made it all the way to my house and had to wake me up. I didn't even know today was, um, Saturday!"

"Well it is," Dean said, "and we're not wasting it in the room. I think we could all use a break from studying and practicing."

He gave himself a quick once-over in the mirror to make sure everything was in place, then held them both up to the chest pocket of his jean jacket. "No hoodie today, guys. I need to be able to keep a better eye on you this time."

Sam bounded to the edge of Dean's hand as the other hand propped open the flap of the pocket for them. He leaned off and peered into the depths. "I kinda like the pockets, anyway," he said. "It's just harder to watch when we're in class, 'cause other people might see me peeking out."

Dangling his legs off the side of Dean's hand, he slid right in.

Oscar scooted himself to the edge of Dean's hand, staring after Sam with wide eyes. He was more curious than unsettled, which was a refreshing feeling. Normally, he'd be terrified of the thought of being stuck in a human's pocket. He wouldn't be able to get out very easily by himself and the human could take him wherever they wanted to go.

But this human was nice to Oscar. He'd given Oscar food every day they'd known each other, and that generosity by itself stuck out to the kid. Not to mention all the fun he and Sam could have out in the room with Dean looking out for them.

He pushed himself off the side of Dean's hand, tumbling with less grace into the bottom of the pocket. It was different from the hood of Dean's other jacket. It was much smaller, and closer to the human's heart. Oscar could hear it thumping away in the wall of a chest next to them. "No one'll see us from outside?" he asked, squirming himself into one corner of the pocket and glancing around.

"Nope," Dean said as he checked himself out in the mirror one more time. As far as he could tell, there was barely a lump in the fabric. Two kids were in there and they could pass for a fold in the material. The slight weight was enough to pull his attention there, especially knowing his own little brother was in hiding inside.

Once he was satisfied with how it all looked, Dean pinched the pocket open to peer inside. "Didja want to see what it looks like?" he asked, opening up the flap enough so that they'd be able to see outside.

The way Dean's voice echoed around them, along with his breathing and the continuing beat of his heart, was disorienting to Oscar at first. He'd never expected to get this perspective on a human speaking. The words rumbled around him and Sam much more than usual, and he could feel the vibrations in his hands and feet and right in his chest.

"I kinda wanna see," he admitted, squirming a little more to try and get his feet under himself. He had to grip the fabric around him, but that at least was easy. He pulled himself up to a stand, and then frowned. The pocket was deeper than he was tall.

Luckily, Oscar knew how to climb fabric, and he started trying just that, though admittedly he wasn't used to climbing up the fabric on the inside of a pocket worn by a human. That was new.

Dean couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of the absolutely tiny kid trying to climb the inside of his pocket. "Here, let me…"

He held up a hand, hovering a finger right outside the bottom where his brother was standing. Oscar was already far enough off the bottom. "Ready, Sam?" Dean asked. It wasn't the first time he'd had to figure out what to do with a kid who was too small to see over the edge of his pocket.

Sam braced himself. "Ready!" he called up with a grin.

"Go!"

Sam jumped into the air as best he could from the bottom of the pocket, which was more like trying to jump out of a hammock that was swinging in the air. He caught enough height that his legs didn't get pinched when Dean pushed his finger against the outside of the pocket, giving them a surface to stand on inside. He slid it up a little with Sam keeping up, coming up under Oscar's feet so they both could look out.

"There we go," Dean said, satisfied.

"Woah," Oscar murmured, his fabric shoes scrambling a little as Dean helped the two of them up. He kept a tight grip on the pocket wall with one hand as they rose up in the shrinking cloth space. When they were high up enough to see out, his hands got white knuckles from his grasp on the edge.

But his focus was on everything else.

Since Dean was in front of a mirror, Oscar could see himself and Sam peeking out of the pocket. Their tiny faces had a big backdrop formed by the rest of Dean's jacket. If he really tried, he could almost pretend he was standing there himself, next to Dean. A fascinated grin broke over his face. "Wow, this is kinda fun," he admitted, glancing over at Sam. The other kid was actually used to this, something that still amazed Oscar from time to time.

The pocket felt a lot more secure than Dean's shoulder. Here, at least, Oscar had something easier to hang onto. He wasn't as vulnerable if Dean moved too fast; he could just curl up in the corner of the pocket. Oscar definitely had a preference for the more closed in hiding places, though it was hard to tell if that was instinct or something else.

"I can't wait until I can see out of the pockets without having to climb," Sam said as he watched their reflections on the mirror. He waved at himself, always surprised to see how small they were against Dean's bulk.

Slowly, his mindset was starting to change over from "When I get big again…" to accepting his size. There was no word from John about the curse. Nothing from Bobby about breaking it. His life was slipping towards being stuck the size of a finger for the remainder of it.

Hanging out with Oscar was helping him adjust to it better than he had on his own. Him and Dean both could see that others lived like this and had their own ways of survival. The daily climbing lessons helped and Sam was starting to get into the habit of finding useful items around the room when he spotted them. He'd even gotten a few extra strips of aluminum foil from the kitchenette in the motel and shared them with Oscar. Their usefulness was clear after he'd used the foil cup in Oscar's home that first time.

"Ready to go?" Dean asked from above, his finger wavering slightly in place. "We don't want the day to end without us!"

Oscar leaned forward to peer straight over the side of the pocket before answering. The staggering distance to the floor stretched out beneath them, with perspective making Dean's shoes look a lot smaller than Oscar knew they were. He balked before it made him dizzy to look straight down like that, and instead tilted his head to look straight up. He had an upside down view of Dean's face and it made him smile faintly.

"I-I guess so," he replied, though he kept thinking about how dangerous it was outside. Birds, cats, dogs, and other humans were everywhere out there. Even a lot of bugs would be a lot for Oscar to handle. He was nervous, but he didn't want to be left out of the fun. His friends would look out for him.

"Time to get this show on the road, then." Dean moved his finger out from under the slight pressure of tiny feet that he could just make out. Both kids dropped back down into the pocket, landing at the bottom together.

Dean straightened his jacket one last time, this time lightly smoothing a finger over the pocket to erase any tell-tale clues that would point to what he had hidden in their. The flap was fixed as well before he was satisfied.

Once everything was in its place, Dean went for the door of the motel, shoving the key to his room in his back pocket. He already had his wallet crammed in there as well.

Oscar tucked himself into the corner of the pocket, trying not to move around too much since Dean had already brushed at it and straightened out the fabric. The last thing he wanted was to attract attention to the fact that two people were hiding in that pocket. He shifted his bag onto his lap, hugging it loosely while Dean's footsteps shook through their enclosure.

"Kinda excited, but I-I'm also kinda nervous," he admitted to Sam in the lowest voice he knew the other kid could hear. He glanced to the side of the pocket facing Dean's front when he heard the enormous door open just beyond it. Like always, the air pressure in the room changed, and Oscar could feel it after growing up so used to the closed off air of the motel.

"Don't worry, we'll be okay," Sam reassured the other kid. "Dean'll make sure there's no one else around, and having him with us keeps the animals away. If he sees anything dangerous around, we'll just end up in the pocket again. He'll grab us before anyone gets close."

With Dean walking swiftly along, Sam leaned against the warm wall behind them. He closed his eyes to the steady thrum of Dean's heart, letting it relax him. "It's gonna be fun," Sam said dreamily. Excursions outside since being cursed were few and far between, and this time he had a friend to explore with.

Oscar nodded, smiling faintly and settling down more securely in his corner. He listened to the heartbeat that thumped beside them, and if he really focused he could feel it too. Oscar took his mind off his nerves by counting the steps Dean took. He could imagine the long, sweeping strides that'd easily take him several seconds to cover while Dean seemed to do it instantly.

"Only grass I ever saw got tracked into the motel one time," he mused. "It was all dry and broken. Mom brought it back to show it to me." He'd also seen it in glimpses on the motel's TVs, however that was nothing like seeing the real thing. He was excited to see that for himself.

He looped his fingers through the weave of Dean's pocket, finding it easy to grip it. If he peered upwards, he could see snatches of sunlight above. Oscar had a faint smile on his face, wonder and fascination alight in his eyes. He was going to see something new, and he was hoping it'd be just as fun as Sam said. With his friends around, he was willing to believe it would be.

"The grass outside will be green and all over the place," Sam told Oscar. He held out his arms to try and encompass a sweeping field. He almost tumbled further into the corner as Dean took a step down from the sidewalk outside. "It's fall, so the leaves on the trees will be red and green and orange and falling, and windy. And the grass is taller than we are, so we havta make sure we know where Dean is. We can't go far from him, but it'll be an adventure no matter what!"

Oscar's mouth formed a small 'O' of surprise. The piece of grass his mother brought had been half his length. And, of course, seeing it on TV, so much shorter than humans, made it tough to know how high it actually would be. But if Sam was right, the two of them could easily hide in it. He was looking forward to it more and more.

"I'm gonna find a leaf," he decided. He'd seen fake leaves on the plants in the motel lobby once. Now, Oscar was going to have a chance to see real ones. "Maybe I'll catch one if the wind isn't too bad."

Sam grinned. Leaves would be bigger than them both, too. He could almost imagine trying to fly with one, but he knew that kind of idea would never make it past Dean. "We can see what color leaves we catch," he said. "Some are so mixed between red and orange they almost look like they're on fire."

It was only a few more minutes before Dean came to a halt. The pocket swayed forward, then fell back against the broad chest. "Okay, guys," came the loud voice from behind them. The flap of the pocket lifted up. "We're all clear."

Dean's fingers slipped into the pocket around them, scooping the two kids into his grasp. Sam found himself tumbling against Oscar as the pocket dropped away and the world opened up around them.

The area Dean had chosen was past the houses beyond the motel. With autumn in the air there was no one else around at the picnic area. A single oak tree stood tall above the teenager, its branches wafting in the breeze.

Oscar's hands found Sam's arm almost of their own accord. It was similar to when the other kid got hold of him in the dark of the walls. This time, Oscar was in the completely unfamiliar environment, seeking an anchor for his nerves.

He swept his gaze all around, watching the field of grass with pure awe on his face. He could see the shimmer in the green expanse as wind washed over it, creating soft waves and a faint rustling above them. It was a tranquil scene, not something he'd have expected from the wide, dangerous outdoors.

He twisted around to look past Dean's face at the leaves shading their spot. A real tree. Oscar was certain it'd be impossible to count so many leaves, all waving and showing both sides in the wind. He traced their shapes, and his eyes trailed over the paths of the branches. "It's ... it's so tall! " he muttered.

The wind even tugged at his hair and shirt and Oscar had to close his eyes against the air flow when the breeze picked up. He shuddered once, but the chill didn't last.

"Even taller than me when I'm done growing," Dean said with a grin. He slowly knelt down, keeping his speed to a minimum for the two kids in his hand.

The place he lowered them down to was only a foot away from the trunk of the oak tree. Its roots formed a barrier on each side, trailing down into the earth only to vanish under Dean's feet. Sam hopped off the hand, landing down in the small dirt clearing. There was just enough space around him so he'd be able to see over the top of the grass as it wafted in the breeze.

Once he was certain of his footing, he glanced back at Oscar. "You coming?" he called back with the biggest grin, excited to explore.

A/N

The kids are out in the great big world at last, ready to venture into the wild! Dean watching over them all the while :3

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