Dean dropped their leaf down in the grass near the snail they'd left behind. It had finally reached the peak of its journey, making the blade of grass tilt back towards the ground in an arch as it plodded along.

Oscar remained seated in Dean's palm, propping himself up on his hands while the human stood. Gravity once again tried to keep him down and he resisted. He wondered if Sam was already accustomed to that sensation or if he was still getting used to it. Regardless, Oscar would take a little more to figure out how to stand up without feeling so wobbly when Dean lifted him up.

"I can't wait to try the popcorn," he said with a soft smile. He was interested in seeing what the movie would be like, too, but Oscar was, as usual, preoccupied with the thought of food. He'd been able to try so many things he'd never have the opportunity to eat normally. The list only grew the more he hung around Sam and Dean.

"Plus we're getting other snacks," Dean replied as he thought about the movies. It had been ages since they last went and he was craving raisinets.

"What kinda movie's it gonna be?" Oscar asked, peering up at Dean curiously. He was willing to bet that no matter what it was, it'd probably be very loud for someone Oscar's size. He was already mentally preparing himself for all the noise.

Dean tucked his hand against his chest and started walking. "It's gonna be all about the dinosaurs," he said, angling deeper into the park with a plan to cut across it to save time on their trip since they didn't have a car and he was pretty sure John would frown on him hotwiring a car just to get a few blocks down the road.

"I used to have a dinosaur book growing up," Sam said. "It was one of my favorites. I can't wait to see what they look like in the movie."

"Probably really tall," Dean said as he grinned down at the two pint-sized kids on his hand. "Good thing they're extinct now or they might getcha."

Sam made a face at him. "Nu-uh! They'd go for you, we're too small to even be noticed!" He pushed against Dean's chest.

Oscar sported a blank look. He watched Sam shove at Dean's enormous chest for a second before glancing up at the human. He could at least calm any momentary nerves about something getting them, just seeing the joking look on Dean's face. He stopped any shudders before they started, thankfully. He wanted to brush it off like Sam was. But there was one question that had to be answered before he could do that.

"Um. What are ... dinosaurs?" He spoke the word slowly and carefully, making sure he repeated it as they'd said it. Oscar had never heard of such things, or, for that matter, what it meant for them to be 'extinct.' "They won't really get a-any of us," he added, making it a statement but letting a hopeful tone color his voice regardless.

"No," Sam said reassuringly with one last elbow to Dean's chest. "They're not gonna get anyone. They used to be around but something happened years and years ago and now we can't find anything left of them but bones."

He held his arms out to the sides, trying to stretch out as far as he possibly could. "They're reaaally big. So big that Dean would be shorter than their arms! And they're really scaley, like big lizards. In the movie someone brought them back to life and tried to make a park, so we'll get to see what all the dinosaurs look like."

"All you two have to worry about... is me! " Dean declared with his scariest voice, pretending to grab at them with his other hand.

Sam stumbled back on the hand. "Deaaan! "

Oscar let out a squeak of alarm and immediately curled up almost entirely on reflex. His legs tucked close and his arms wrapped around them while he hid his face behind his knees. He was huddled in a small ball, a lot like his first time in Dean's hand minus the frantic, panicked crying. Instead, he felt his face heating up and he peeked just his eyes over his knees, surprise and embarrassment both shining in the widened eyes.

He heaved a sigh as his heart calmed back down after the startle reflex. Dean's scary voice was just a game. His other hand hadn't even grabbed them up. Oscar's ears turned red over his reaction.

He finally lifted his head enough so his whole face was visible, not just his eyes. He offered Dean an exasperated look for his trouble. "Don't do that," he complained mildly.

Dean laughed at the two disheveled kids. "Okay, you got me. I won't do that again." He glanced around at his surroundings once to make sure they were still out of range of anyone else spotting the small lives he held. "But I will do this! "

Instead of pretending to scare them, Dean curled two fingers around them to search for any ticklish spots he could reach. Especially Sam's neck, which all he had to do was lightly brush over and his little brother tried to curl into a ball to escape. With Sam in a ball, he tried to get Oscar in the stomach and the side with nudges where he could barely feel the kid with his finger. With kids so small, less was more.

Oscar flinched away in surprise, an involuntary grin coming to his face as he tried to squirm away from the ticklish contact. "Oh no! " he squealed, losing his balance and flopping over on Dean's hand. It didn't help him to hide his side, and he wriggled away from the light pokes the best he could between short bursts of quiet giggles.

"D-Dean, quit it!" he insisted, putting both hands on Dean's fingertip and shoving against it for all he was worth. Of course his strength was no match, but he used the leverage to try to squirm away more.

"Oh, did I find your ticklish spot?" Dean grinned, focusing his efforts on Oscar.

With Dean distracted, Sam rolled out from under the fingers. Dean had come to a halt to focus on them so he didn't press too hard against fragile bones.

With him stationary, Sam's next plan would be easier.

Sam grabbed the folds of the jacket that Dean was wearing in the chill autumn day. Oscar's giggles rose behind him as he started to ascend the vertical wall.

His older brother didn't notice until it was too late. Sam reached Dean's collar and dove at his neck, managing to get between the collar and the skin and attacking it with tiny hands.

Dean flinched, trying not to squish his little brother. "Whoa! Not cool!" He tried to stop the laughing as Sam giggled and kept going.

"G-get him, Sam!" Oscar cried, his voice still full of laughter. He was breathing heavily and squirming as far away from Dean's fingers as he could with the human momentarily distracted. He hadn't even seen Sam climbing away. The tickle attack had been too sudden for him to hold off all of his laughing.

Dean's laughter shook faintly in his arm all the way to his hand, and Oscar could feel it as well as hear it all around, thanks to how close he was to Dean's chest. Oscar released a few more sparse giggles between deep breaths, before figuring out a good hiding place from further attacks so he could watch Sam get revenge on his big brother.

Oscar crawled towards Dean's fingers and curled up right at the base of the huge digits. They could curl around him, but the tips couldn't reach him to tickle at his sides as easily. Oscar peeked out from under them, grinning up at where Sam was at work.

"Quit it, pint-size!" Dean tried to say sternly, but the laughter shaking his shoulders ruined the effect. He tried to grab his little brother out of the crook of his neck, but Sam just squirmed away from the fingers that groped blindly in between laughs.

Sam himself found a new perspective as he crawled away from Dean's fingers, tickling the neck he was next to the entire way. With the jacket collar over him, it was more like climbing through a tunnel. One that wouldn't stop shaking from the laughter he was causing. Small hairs on the back of Dean's neck rose at the feeling of tiny hands and feet finding purchase. "I think I have a better idea!" he yelled out with another giggle, digging his hands into the back of Dean's neck, where he was most ticklish.

The entire world shifted around Sam and he clutched to the hairs that fell down where he was clinging. Dean was hunched over, breathing heavily and trying to recover from the laughter. "Give in, Deanzilla?" Sam called out with a laugh as he gave one more tickle.

"Fine… you win for now… pipsqueak…" Dean huffed, completely winded after Sam's counterattack.

This time Sam let Dean reach him, the long fingers curling securely around his small body to bring him back to the hand Oscar was curled up on. "I think I need to keep a better eye on you," Dean said to Sam with a smirk. "You're like a tickle ninja."

Oscar had to cling to Dean's fingers to feel more secure as the human moved around trying to catch his little brother. By the time Sam was back, he was hanging on to Dean's index finger quite tightly. But he crawled out from his almost-hiding-place to sit near Sam again with a grin.

"You tickled a giant!" the younger boy crowed, throwing his little arms in the air to indicate just how giant Dean was. His cheeks were still a little rosy from all of his own laughter, and it brought out how much healthier they looked after his short time with the brothers. Oscar was livelier than ever thanks to Sam and Dean.

"And I'd do it again!" Sam declared brashly. "I'll bring down the giant!"

Dean had to smile at that, not bothered by the small declarations. "So now you're the giant-slayer?" he asked Sam gamely. "And Deanzilla. That's a new one. I think I'm a fan of it."

The renewed giggles on his hand were worth the new nickname. "You're like Godzilla but with more Dean," Sam said brightly.

"I can live with that." Dean glanced around the area he'd found himself in while distracted. "But now it's time for you two to hide for a bit. I'll get us to the theater and get some snacks."

Once they both agreed he slipped them into his chest pocket once more, making sure there was no tell-tale lump that might point to the fact that his baby brother and best friend were hiding away inside. At least he'd only have to pay for one ticket, since everyone else could stow away on him.

It was another five minutes of walking through the slightly more populated area of the town before he arrived at the theater. It made an attempt at grandiose but fell short with dingy, dirty white walls that could use a good power wash. Red velvet could be seen everywhere inside once he opened the door, an attempt to give patrons the feeling of the red carpet in Hollywood during grand openings and private screenings.

One movie ticket, one huge container of popcorn, a drink that was oversized even by Dean's standards and a box of raisinets later and he was on his way to the showing. The movie was in its last weeks and had been relegated to the downsized theaters at the ends of either hall. His timing couldn't be better. Mid-day on a Saturday meant most people were still outside enjoying what might be the last good day of the fall before the cool winter air struck. The rest of the people in town were out shopping.

Dean had the theater to himself.

Him, and his two hidden passengers.

A/N

w Can't have kids without a little goofing off, am I right?

Sam knows all Dean's weaknesses ;) Get that Deanzilla!

Little shoutout to nej47, her wonderful Deanzilla story (search for it on - Deanzilla vs. Hydros) is a huge inspiration to me!

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