Hershey Kisses and Salt Lines 1

nightmares06's avatar
By nightmares06
48 Favourites
A month has passed since Sam was cursed, and there's no cure in sight. He and Dean are left on their own during one of John's hunts to go to school and do their best to get by. After all this time, Sam's no more used to being small than he was before, and when Dean catches an unexpected visitor he gets the chance to learn all about his new size.

“Aww, c’mon, Dean!” Sam said pleadingly. He shifted around on the surface he was sitting on, careful to not yank any of the spiky hairs that surrounded him. The last thing he needed to do was inspire a reflexive action in his gigantic brother by pulling out a hair. He already tickled Dean just by sitting on his shoulder, he didn’t need to do more. It was like a small-scale earthquake when Dean flinched.

Once he was in the right position, he slid down from his seat on top of Dean’s head and landed on the older boy’s shoulder so he could meet his eyes. Sam's best attempts at coaxing anything out of Dean always came with eye contact, and he intended to use every asset he had now that he couldn't just snatch away the controller. “It’s only for a bit! Then you can watch whatever you want!”

Dean’s eyes snapped over to his shoulder, landing on the tiny form of his cursed brother. “But X-Men is on now,” he said defensively. “It won’t be on later.”

Sam, standing barely over two and a half inches, managed to meet the look in those green eyes without flinching. Considering he’d only been cursed a little over a month, he was inwardly proud of the way he could stand up for himself against Dean. He’d found that everything was scarier ever since losing his height... even the brother he’d had at his side his entire life.

After all, those eyes were bigger than his entire head now.

But, giant or not, Dean was Dean. He might argue, complain and grumble, but he’d never once shouted at Sam. He was always cautious, and he might grab Sam from time to time, but he’d never even come close to hurting his little brother no matter how much Sam tried to squirm free. And he didn’t ignore his brother just because he was smaller now.

Sam wished that their dad was the same way. Usually, he either shouted at them both, or acted like Dean was responsible for any of Sam’s actions. Even the time he’d hitched a ride to school! They’d both been berated, but Dean had been the one punished. It didn't even matter that Dean had no idea he was there until they were halfway to school.

Even after all that, they stubbornly continued to go to school together. Whether or not John approved, he no longer said. Personally, Sam doubted it, but after the shouting match between father and older son, John had stopped arguing and snarled that if Dean wanted to be reckless with Sam, it was his responsibility.

Acting like Sam didn’t have a mind of his own anymore.

At least he wasn’t around. He’d dropped them off at the Knights Inn in Breckenridge, Colorado. He’d given them a date he should return, and left one of his fake credit cards with Dean to cover food expenses. He left salt lines around the doors and windows to keep bad things out, and a list of contingency plans for Dean to follow in case of emergency.

Then left.

The motel was interesting. Sam was fascinated by the images of medieval knights that adorned the walls. He’d stared at one that hung above their bed for an hour while he waited for Dean to wake up in the morning before the alarm clock went off. The shining armor and the white horse and the sword lifted high in the air seemed so cliche, but he couldn’t help but wish he’d be able to ride in on a white horse and save the day, instead of being the victim that needed to be saved.

He turned his best puppy eyes on Dean, trying to cajole the older boy away from watching his show. After all, Sonic the Hedgehog was only on once and Sam wanted to see what the show was like.

Sam saw the moment Dean cracked. The annoyance in the green eyes vanished, and he managed a smile back. “Fine,” he said. “But next time X-Men’s on, I get the tv.”

“Deal!” Sam said brightly. That was fair.

Dean flattened himself back on the bed, lying on his stomach. They were facing the tv, near the foot of the bed where a bag of Hershey Kisses was sitting. He flicked through the cartoons that were on, finding the channel they’d passed earlier with a blue hedgehog flashing through the screen. Once he found it, he grabbed a chocolate from the bag and unwrapped it. Dean popped it in his mouth, staring rapt at the screen. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he enjoyed the show just as much as Sam.

Sam stretched himself out on his stomach as well, mimicking the way his big brother was lying. Instead of being stretched out on the bed, however, he was stretched out along Dean’s shoulder with his feet pointing towards the older boy’s back. The fact that Dean was eating a piece of candy the size of his torso didn't bother Sam. Not so long as it was Dean, at least. He rested his head on his arms, and smiled to himself.

At least Dean hadn’t changed, no matter what had befallen Sam.

While the TV flickered to images of the blue blur, down below it an unseen third guest in the room lay in wait. The space under the dresser looked like a maze of dust bunnies and the occasional forgotten wrapper left by people who missed the trash can. The maids at Knights Inn weren't paid enough to bother with vacuuming under the furniture every time they turned a room over.

Their haste proved to be an asset for the person hiding in the dust they overlooked. It was a landscape that might look dangerous to Sam, newly shrunken as he was. He could get tangled in a larger dustbunny and trip over himself trying to get out of it. The jungle of dust made the shadows even murkier.

But for Oscar, who'd never known any different, it just made it easier to hide under the dresser. He was even small for his age, making it easier than ever to duck behind things and go unnoticed.

Even so, he should not be in this room. There was a human out there. His little heart was fluttering with fear from the very idea. Humans were the most dangerous enemy for someone like him.

He'd been stuck in the room since the human teen had gone out for food, coming back sooner than Oscar had expected. He was still getting used to judging the comings and goings of humans in the motel. It was hard. Humans had patterns but it was dangerous to watch too closely. Noticing them too closely might get him noticed back.

The last thing he wanted was to get caught.

If a human caught him, it'd all be over. Oscar, barely over two inches tall, couldn't hope to escape even the frailest human. They could play with him like a toy or lock him in a cage like a pet. He thought of the many traps set in the motel's kitchen and shuddered. He never went in there for fear of having one of those snap closed on him.

They could kill him just as easily as those traps. For a human, it'd be as easy as snapping their fingers.

Oscar remembered hearing all these lessons, and he recited them to himself every time he went out for supplies. They were essential to his survival, he’d always been told. He had to plan his every move around what the humans did. It was difficult, and there were a few times he thought he might just lie down from hunger and never get back up, but he always made it. His luck hadn't run out yet.

Though it certainly felt like it. He'd been intrigued at first, seeing another kid like him with that human. Sitting on his head, and now resting right on his shoulder. They'd talked to each other like normal. Even argued about what show to watch on the television sitting above Oscar’s head.

The picture didn't fit what he'd heard about humans. But Oscar wasn't about to march out and ask what was going on. That would get him caught for sure. If that other kid was once a captive, who knew what had made him so friendly with the human now?

What he needed was to get out of the room. He was crouched near the side of the dresser closest to his exit. A vent, probably a whole five feet away, was set into the wall. If he could just reach it, he'd be fine.

The problem was the human. He was facing the wall where Oscar's vent was located. One glance down and he could see Oscar running for it. Oscar had to wait for his opportunity.

It didn't come for several more minutes, but considering how long he'd already been stranded, it made little difference to the kid hiding under the dresser. When that teenager was staring intently at the screen, hardly moving, Oscar thought it was as distracted as he'd get. Images of the show flickered in those green eyes.

Oscar took a deep breath, clinging tightly to the strap of the cloth bag slung over his shoulder. He inched towards the wall under the dresser, his eyes on the vent. It was far, but he could do it. It was what he was supposed to do: get away from the human.

So he ran.

Sam was quickly enthralled by the show on the television. It wasn't hard to figure out why; neither brother had ever owned a video game system while growing up, but at least once John had actually buckled to let Sam visit a friend for a few hours, and there was a Sega Genesis in the house.

Sam might not be able to hold the controller now, but he could watch Sonic the Hedgehog just like any other kid and pretend he was still playing that game. His eyes were wide as he watched the movie theater sized screen, completely enthralled by Sonic’s antics.

Dean rested his head on his arms, eyes glued to the tv the same as Sam. But his attention drifted, wondering if their dad had had any luck in tracking down a cure for Sam. After over a month, no one had even found a trace of his attacker, and no lore that Bobby had dug up pointed to the possibility of a size change. He might not be allowed to listen in when the two hunters were talking, but he knew the places to go in Bobby's house where he could overhear the voices. All he had to do was prop the right window open upstairs and he'd catch almost every word they said. He'd only chanced it when Sam was sleeping, knocked out on the house-sized pillow that sat on Dean's bed. Dean didn't want Sam to hear any bad news at all. He deserved to keep his hopes up, as long as it took.

When Dr. Robotnik appeared on screen, something down on the floor caught Dean's attention. He squinted, and could have sworn there was something moving down there.

"Hey, watch out," he warned Sam. If it was a false alarm, he didn't want to interrupt the show.

Sam barely acknowledged his older brother as he slipped down from the shoulder and landed on the plushy bed with a small bounce. He didn't glance away from the screen as Dean straightened, moving into a kneeling position above Sam's head.

Is it a mouse?

Dean didn't want to risk having any unknown animals darting around the room. Sam was small and vulnerable now. It would only take Dean leaving him alone once at the wrong time for tragedy to occur. He didn't need John's voice in the back of his head to tell him that.

Dean slipped quietly off the bed, creeping over towards the wall. He ignored a curious question shot his way from Sam, who was finally taking note of his older brother's odd behavior.

"Gimme a sec," Dean muttered over his shoulder.

He saw the movement again and lunged forward. Two hands slammed around the small animal to trap it between them. The show was completely forgotten as Dean stood back up, eyes wide as he stared down at his hands. He could hardly feel the weight of what he’d found.

Did I see what I thought I saw?

“What is it, Dean?” Sam asked, taking a few hesitant steps forward on the uneven surface of the bed.

Just as curious as Sam, Dean cracked open his hands so he could peek inside at what he'd caught. He sucked in a gasp of surprise and slammed them shut, staring back at Sam in dismay.

It was a kid even smaller than Sammy.
CHAPTER 1: Capture

A month has passed since Sam was cursed, and there's no cure in sight. He and Dean are left on their own during one of John's hunts to go to school and do their best to get by. After all this time, Sam's no more used to being small than he was before, and when Dean catches an unexpected visitor he gets the chance to learn all about his new size.

During the course of this story, Dean is 14, Sam is 10 and Oscar is only 8. Protect smol child.

This story was cowritten by the wonderful PL1, and would not be here without her support. Give her some love after helping with such a great idea for this AU! She is a tireless writer.

How did this story come about?

There was a prompt on the story tumblr, asking about the Dean Rescues Sam 'verse:

Meeting Others by nightmares06

After that, an idea came to me. People were asking about wee Oscar earlier on in the month, so he was on my mind. I pretty much went to PL1 and said "Wee Oz pls?" with the biggest puppy eyes you can send on Skype.

And a story was born.

Give her a round of thanks for wanting to explore wee Oscar a little more with the Winchester brothers, on top of her other projects! Especially since NaNiMo is in full swing and very time consuming aside from normal life activities! :hug:

This story will post every Monday and Wednesday so long as there is enough material to support the schedule. 

If you have a prompt idea for the story, please tumble on over to the link and drop it in my askbox: Prompt’s Open!

Not all prompts will go into the story, but we'll do the ones we can :heart:


Previous story: Dean Rescues Sam

First: Here!

Next: Hershey Kisses and Salt Lines 2

For anyone interested, my wonderful cowriter PL1 has several other collaborative works that she has worked on, along with a few great stories in her gallery (including Pizza and Hexbags, the story that brought about the wonderful Oz that we all love). If you're in need of some good gt, give her gallery a check! And she's got all her cowritten stories listed together so they're easy to find: Collaborative Works by PL1

Masterpost of Stories

Oscar and his actions © PL1

I do not own Sam, Dean or any part of Supernatural. The storyline is the property of PL1 and nightmares06. Please do not repost. :iconsambitchfaceplz:
© 2015 - 2021 nightmares06
anonymous's avatar
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
Lumpydumpydork's avatar
He's still, like, a toddler! Itty bitty baby. >: Ozzy, don't punch Sam in the gut this time. :v I shall guide you through right and wrong. Like, a fairy godmother.
nightmares06's avatar
XD protect the smol Oscar
PL1's avatar
XD awwww. Oz with a fairy godmother. Lucky I don't think punching Sam is ever gonna come up with these kiddos. ^^
bittykimmy13's avatar
I had the terrible feeling you would end the chapter with that, and I was RIGHT, and that does not make me happy ;^; I require Wednesday right now immediately.
nightmares06's avatar
I couldn't think of a better spoiler/cliffhanger that tells you everything and nothing all at once ;)

On the bright side, it'll be up tonight :la:
bittykimmy13's avatar
Congrats on making me terrified and excited :V
nightmares06's avatar
:3 The kid verse will continue!
Isabella-Alice's avatar
Ah love tiny Sam but that poor kid! Good thing we know Dean's friendly! 
nightmares06's avatar
Poor Oz got a rough start ;w; He has no idea if he's going to be trapped or hurt. Protect the smol bby
PL1's avatar
Just gotta make sure Oscar knows that next! ^-^ Sam can show him.
LaEscritora's avatar
Ohhhh, poor bitty Oscar! ;^; I'm sure Dean will be careful with him though. He's on high alert with Sammy around and newly tiny. u_u
nightmares06's avatar
;w; Wee Oz, so smol. XD He's like barely over two inches. It's a good thing Dean's got Sam around to get him used to the little guys.
LaEscritora's avatar
No kidding! I think that in pretty much any small!Sam AU where other bitty ones are involved. Like thank goodness Dean's used to being gentle. ^^; Oz is just so, so bitty.
nightmares06's avatar
XD How To Train Your Dean. It's a thing.
PL1's avatar
Yep, gotta make sure nothing is creeping around that's big enough to hurt Sam ... but surprise! Even bittier kiddo! Soon enough the Must Protect vibe will kick in. XD
LaEscritora's avatar
Must Protect all the itty bitty kiddos. This one is cute and smol and I will keep him and Sammy safe. ^^
PL1's avatar
^-^ Gotta. It is the sacred duty of the big brother.
Phoenix-FireMage's avatar
So, I was busy when this chapter came up, and then I told myself that it would be a reward for when I finished doing my homework. That finally happened, and I just read it. And it is wonderful.

Having read the sneak peek, I was very curious as to who Dean caught, but I thought it would be one of your OCs. (since you said it was someone non-canon.) When I read Oscar's name, however, I learned that hissy-sounds of muted but pure glee do exist outside of movies, even for those ridiculously long amounts of time. (It was mostly "eeeeeee!" but softly, because of the time and there is another person in the room, and loose fist spasms near my grinning face.)
PL1's avatar
;w; I'm so glad you were excited to see Oscar. I'm so excited for him to be seen, too.
Phoenix-FireMage's avatar
Yus! Oscar is such a wonderful bitty guy.
He is not so excited about being seen, though! And Dean grabbed him in this version of their meeting too... though at least this time Oscar doesn't get an automatic black mark on his record for attacking Sam.
PL1's avatar
XD Oscar just can't seem to escape the fate of being grabbed by Dean. He's doomed! But yep, at least Dean is careful and Sam is safe, so they should smooth things over faster. ^-^
Phoenix-FireMage's avatar
I wouldn't call "slamming his hands shut" being very careful...
And this time, this is the first naturally tiny person Dean (and Sam!) has ever seen or heard of... gotta wonder if they're gonna ask if he got cursed too. At least last time Dean half expected another tiny. This time he thought it was a mouse.
PL1's avatar
^^; That's fair. It was very abrupt on the poor little guy. At least it's more of a firefly hold; he's not squishing him or anything.
Oscar probably barely weighs as much as a mousie ... he wasn't too far off! Poor little guy.
Phoenix-FireMage's avatar
Firefly holds are good. Trapped, but not squished.
Maybe a baby mouse!
anonymous's avatar
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In