Small Cuts (Supernatural Dark!fic)

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"I'm getting all choked up
I guess it's just my luck
And I'm stuck on the porch
What am I waiting for?" 
Pool House - The Backseat Lovers 

The room felt charged, the air around them thick and pulsing with energy. Amara could feel the weight of their stares, each glance making her pulse race. Sam's hand stayed firm on her thigh, his fingers pressing into her skin like he was trying to ground himself—or maybe her. Dean's grip on her chin was gentle but firm, commanding her attention, forcing her to meet his gaze. The desire between them was undeniable, but underneath it, she could feel something more. Something deeper.

Dean's eyes softened, just for a moment, enough to make her breath catch. For a flicker of time, there was more in his gaze than lust. She saw it, felt it. It was an emotion they hadn't spoken about but had always been there, simmering beneath everything else. His thumb brushed across her lips again, a tender gesture that contrasted with the tension in the room. His voice, when he spoke, was low, full of that same softness. "We're not rushing this. You're sure?" The question was almost a whisper, but it carried the weight of everything that had been left unsaid.

Amara's throat tightened, her heart racing, but there was no hesitation in her when she nodded. "I'm sure," she whispered, her voice trembling with both nerves and excitement. She had never been more certain of anything in her life. "I want this. I want both of you."

Sam's grip on her thigh tightened. She could feel the tension coiling through him, the way he was trying to hold himself back, waiting for her to say the words, to make the choice. But his gaze burned into her, that quiet intensity she had come to know so well. "This isn't just a moment for us," Sam murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "It's everything."

Her chest ached at his words, her heart swelling as she looked between them. It was more than desire. It had always been more, but now, with all the walls between them stripped away, she could see it for what it truly was. The connection between them wasn't just physical—it was raw and emotional, something that had been building for months. It hadn't been spoken aloud, but it didn't need to be. It was there in every touch, every glance.

Dean's fingers slid down her jawline, tender and possessive all at once as he leaned closer. His voice was low, rough, but there was a gentleness to his words that made her heart ache. "We're yours, Amara. You know that, right?" His gaze held hers, unwavering. "We've been yours for a long time."

Her breath hitched, and she felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes. She hadn't expected this. She hadn't expected them to feel so deeply, so completely. She had known there was tension, desire, but this... this was something more. And she wanted it. All of it.

Sam's hand slid up to the back of her neck, his touch gentle but firm as he pulled her closer. "We're going to take care of you," he whispered, his breath warm against her skin, his voice filled with a quiet promise. "Both of us."

The words wrapped around her, and she felt her powers flare up, but this time, it wasn't the chaotic surge she was used to. It was softer, more controlled. The connection between them was amplifying everything, making the emotions swirl between them, binding them together in a way that felt inevitable.

Dean's lips brushed hers, the kiss soft at first, testing, like he was waiting for her to be ready. When she leaned into him, the kiss deepened, and she melted into him, her hands finding his chest, fingers curling into his shirt as if she needed something to hold onto. His fingers tangled in her hair, and the world around them seemed to fall away, leaving only the three of them, bound together by the energy that pulsed between them.

Sam's lips ghosted over her neck, sending shivers down her spine, his hands cradling her body with a gentleness she hadn't expected. His touch was reverent, as though he understood the weight of this moment—what it meant for her, for them. The desire was there, but so was something else. Something that made her heart pound in her chest and warmth spread through her entire being.