Small Cuts (Supernatural Dark!fic)

t w e n t y - s i x

"Longing
Makes the day seem twice as long
Like an endless summer haze
We were wandering
Hearts without home
Searching for a place
Ooh roaming
Going on without a plan, yeah
Never looking back
Aimlessly, aimlessly
Devoted, to the moment"
Del Fuego - Fat Freddy's Drop 

The weight of the moment was suffocating. Amara stood frozen between Sam and Dean, her breath coming in shallow bursts as their words echoed in her mind. Their teasing, their dark condescension—it was too much, leaving her overwhelmed and dizzy with desire. They had her cornered, both physically and emotionally, and the truth she had been denying for days was now impossible to ignore.

She wanted them. Both of them.

But the intensity of it all was too much—too overwhelming for her to process, let alone admit aloud. Her heart pounded in her chest, her body trembling under the weight of their presence. Dean's smirk hadn't left his face, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement as he stepped closer.

"We're waiting, sweetheart," he said, his voice low and patronising. "But we won't wait forever."

Amara swallowed hard, her pulse quickening as she glanced between them, her body tingling with desire. The tension in the room was thick, oppressive, and the teasing was relentless, leaving her breathless and on edge.

Sam's voice was a soft murmur against her ear, dark and amused. "You've got a month," he said, his tone laced with playful condescension. "Then, we'll see what happens."

Her breath hitched, the weight of his words crashing over her like a tidal wave. One more month... she'd be turning 21. One more month until she could have what she wanted.

But the desire that had been building inside her was too much, too overwhelming to wait. She could feel it swirling inside her, threatening to boil over, and her body trembled with the need to do something—anything to ease the unbearable tension between them.

Dean's eyes flicked down to her lips, his smirk deepening. "We know what you want," he said softly, his voice dripping with amusement. "But the question is—how badly do you want it?"

Amara's pulse raced, her heart pounding in her chest as she stood there, caged in between them, her mind spinning with confusion and frustration. She didn't know how to respond, didn't know what to say or do to break the tension that had wrapped around them like a vice.

And then, before she could stop herself, she stepped up onto her tippy toes, her body moving instinctively toward Dean. The need to close the distance between them was too strong to resist, her lips just a breath away from his.

But before she could bridge the gap, Sam's voice cut through the air, a soft, amused tut escaping his lips. "Uh-uh," he said teasingly, his voice low and dark. "You know the rules, Amara."

Amara froze, her breath catching in her throat as Sam's words washed over her. She felt a flush creep up her neck, the heat of embarrassment settling over her as she realised what she had been about to do. Her heart pounded in her chest, her body trembling with frustration and desire as she took a shaky step back.

Dean chuckled softly, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he watched her, the dark edge to his smirk sending a shiver down her spine. "We told you," he said, his voice low and teasing. "Nothing's happening until you're 21."

Amara's breath came in shallow bursts, her body trembling with a mixture of humiliation and want. She had been so close—so close to giving in to the desire that had been building inside her for days—but they had pulled her back, leaving her teetering on the edge of something she couldn't quite grasp.