With five minutes to spare before the movie started, Dean hurried up to the top of the theater, electing for a seat that wasn't too close. Considering the size of his brother and Oscar, they might not be able to see what was going on if he got close to the screen. Finding the center seat, Dean spread out his snacks and drink before reaching into his pocket to pull out his smuggled-in passengers.

Oscar was ready, along with Sam, for Dean to retrieve them. He clambered onto the curled fingers and clung to them the best he could while they were drawn out into the open again. Oscar blinked, surprised to find the room so dim compared to what he expected.

There were chairs all around them, in varying stages of worn out. The distant walls and ceiling were a little grubby from years of dust collecting without anyone bothering to brush it away. Railings lined steps that ran up between the rows of tiered seats, allowing for a lot of humans to move up and down at once, but no one was there.

Oscars eyes were on the screen in short order. He stood shakily on Dean's hand, his expression awed. He twisted around to address both of the brothers. "That's gotta be the biggest TV in the world!"

"One of them!" Dean searched for a place to put the two children and settled on the armrest of the chair for a minute. "Gimme a sec, I just gotta grab everything."

Sam and Oscar clambered down from his hand onto the thick red fabric of the chair. Sam gazed into the distance, as wide-eyed as the other kid at the size. "Wow! I never thought it would be that big!" Sam exclaimed with a gasp.

"Just wait until the movie starts," Dean grinned back. He grabbed his popcorn and raisinets and kicked his boots up on the chair on front. "Recliner seats are the best," he said as he rocked the seat backwards.

Dean held an arm up against the armrest for the other two to use as a ramp. "Ready for the best movie of the year?"

Oscar's eyes were still wide with awe and he nodded emphatically before hopping over to Dean's arm. He wobbled for a second and crouched to grab Dean's sleeve, making extra sure he wouldn't tumble over the side. Once he had his balance secured, he stood up straight again and made his way up Dean's arm, tongue stuck out slightly for concentration.

At Dean's shoulder, he paused to look at Sam and figure out where the other kid would settle down on the slope of Dean's chest. He didn't want to be far from the only other person his size around. "Come on, let's find a place to sit so we can have some of the popcorn," he said. The smell of the stuff was filling the air, and Oscar found himself glancing over at the big container.

"We gotta sit front and center!" Sam said, leading the way to the center of Dean's chest. It wasn't like they'd have to worry about Dean seeing over their heads, after all. Even leaning back like that he had plenty of clearance to make out the projection screen.

He found a place halfway down Dean's chest, far enough that the teen would be able to enjoy his popcorn and soda as much as they would. Plus they wouldn't have to worry about him getting crumbs all over their sitting area.

"Jus' don't get any soda on my shirt…" Dean said as he put a bottlecap down between the kids, full of cherry coke. "Laundry day can wait."

He dug through the container of popcorn to find two buttery kernels and put one down next to each kid, followed by two raisinets. "Lemme know if you want more," he said as he relaxed back with half-lidded eyes.

If anyone was to walk into the theater at that moment, they'd be treated to the strangest scene. Two kids were settled onto the older teen's chest, looking for all the world like it was the most normal thing for them to be doing.

Oscar shifted his bag so it was behind him, forming a sort of cushion to lean against. With his little legs stretched out in front of himself, he took a moment to get used to the way Dean's chest rose and fell steadily beneath them. He watched the bottlecap carefully to make sure the movement wouldn't tip it over before turning to look curiously at the popcorn.

It was bigger than his head, and it looked a little like the fluffy clouds outside but with butter drizzled on it. Oscar picked it up hesitantly, marveling at how light it was. With the popcorn in his lap, he looked quite ready for the movie to start.

"I hope-" he started to say, but the remainder of his sentence was lost in a squeak of surprise as the speakers stationed all around the theater crackled to life with a loud musical notice that the movie was starting up. The lights above got even dimmer, and Oscar's eyes grew wide. Now the three of them were lit only from the front as light reflected off the screen.

"I hope the dinosaurs aren't too scary," he whispered, trying again. He tried some of the popcorn at last, and raised his eyebrows in appreciation. While previews for things he hadn't heard about came on the screen, Oscar focused on eating more of the delicious snack.

"Me too!" Sam hissed back. Before following suit with Oscar, he dug out the small aluminum foil cup he now carried with him everywhere and left it next to the bottlecap. He stared at it for a moment to make sure that the breeze that hit them on each exhale of Dean's didn't jar it from its spot, then turned his attention to his own food.

The raisinet was the size of a football, at least, and he took a bite from the edge while the previews rolled on. "If you get scared you can sit over here," Sam said. "No one will get us on Dean!"

Oscar nodded, watching the screen. Occasionally, the colors were so bright and vibrant that he had to squint at them. Oscar was so used to being in the dark, and even going outside had seemed a little bright. This, a lit screen in a dark room, however, grabbed his focus more. Everything seemed so bold.

Once the advertisements quieted down and the movie actually started, Oscar paid rapt attention. The scene was dark and it definitely sent extra chills up Oscar's spine as much as the air conditioning did.

When shooting and shouting and terrifying growls from an unseen beast started up, Oscar covered his face with his hands first. Then, he scooted himself around the bottlecap of soda so he sat closer to (and a little bit behind) Sam, ready to duck behind the other kid if things got too scary.

Sam flashed Oscar a reassuring grin when he noticed the other kid move, then helped by pushing the soda further to the side so it wouldn't get bumped aside by either of the kids. Dean was watching the screen intently, but every so often his eyes would flicker over to them and make sure they were okay, and not too scared.

The initial introduction ended, and the storyline of the movie started up. These scenes weren't as terrifying for the kids and during them Sam grabbed his foil cup and dipped it into the bottlecap. It wa a thousand times easier to drink out of compared to the way he'd been using the entire bottlecap up until Oscar had given him his first foil cup.

The occasional shifts under them from the third member of their group weren't enough to offset their balance, and Dean ate through his own buttery popcorn. If anything, everytime Sam noticed the movements of his older brother it would help tear him away from the movie and back to reality where they were perfectly safe, sitting in a theater.

For a while, the movie didn't get too frightening. Oscar watched with interest, though there was also enough confusion about almost everything that he decided to just go with it. He didn't know a lot about the human stuff going on, because he'd never had a reason to know, and it wasn't like he ever watched the news in more than passing glances. People like him didn't have a use for it. It wasn't like they were likely to leave. Oscar sitting there watching the movie like that, on a human, was probably a first for their kind.

Eventually, the movie got loud and chaotic as a monstrous 'dinosaur' with huge teeth started attacking the humans on screen. The sounds blared out of the theater's speakers, and it was all too real to hear what the monster's footsteps sounded like to the humans. Oscar dealt with that everyday.

Of course, when someone got eaten, Oscar grimaced and hid his face behind Sam with a shiver. He should have expected it to happen, really, but all the same it came as a surprise to the young kid. His eyes were shut tight and one hand clutched lightly at Sam's sleeve. It hit close to home, knowing there were a lot of creatures out there that could easily do the same to him.

Sam leaned into Oscar as well, his eyes wide as he watched the T-Rex stalking the kids in the car. The popcorn kernels sat forgotten by the cap of soda and he held his drink close to his chest.

While they were huddled together, a hand came over them and made the kids jump in surprise.

Sam glanced over his shoulder, meeting Dean in the eyes. "Don't worry, nothing's gonna get you guys with me around. I promise," Dean whispered back to them. He curled his fingers inward so that the hand formed a cave over their heads that they could snuggle under to feel safe.

Enclosed spaces were reassuring. Sam was coming to discover how true that was. A place where he could watch if anyone was coming, where he could hide if he got spotted.

Sam pushed the bottlecap out of their line of sight and lay flat on his stomach in the warm cave. "C'mon, Oz," he said. "No dinosaurs under here."

Oscar didn't need to be told twice. A small space like that was a lifeline he didn't know he would end up needing, but was very grateful for all the same. He pushed himself backwards into the low cave that Dean built with his hand, feeling the body heat from the hand above and the chest below. His shivers died down as he settled as far back as he could while still being able to see the movie.

Oscar tucked his bag under him and rested his chin on it. It wasn't a moment too soon, because it left his hands free to cover his ears when the huge dinosaur roared at the humans. It felt like the sound bounced right through his whole skeleton, and covering his ears didn't do much to stop the onslaught of sound. Oscar heaved a short sigh in a failed attempt to calm his nerves.

"Th-those things are pretty scary," he whispered to Sam. "I-I'm real glad there aren't any more."

"Nope!" Sam whispered back with a grin. "We just have this lug to worry about!" He thumped a hand against the chest underneath them. The steady breathing briefly hitched in surprise, then a finger curled inwards to poke back at Sam.

Sam crossed his arms in front of him once Dean's hand had resumed its reassuring cave shape, and rested his head. He couldn't help but wish he could figure out how to ask Oscar if he wanted to come with them when they left.

That way he'd never be lonely again.

A/N

The movie at last!

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