Small Cuts (Supernatural Dark!fic)

s i x t y - o n e

"We might live like never before
When there's nothing to give
Well how can we ask for more?
We might make love
In some sacred place
The look on your face is delicate" 
Delicate - Damien Rice 

Dean's words hung in the air, their meaning sinking deep into Amara's chest. The tenderness in his voice, the raw honesty in his gaze—it was everything she needed but hadn't realised she'd been waiting for. She was surrounded by them, held by their presence, and it made her feel safe, cherished, and loved in ways she hadn't thought possible.

Dean's lips hovered just above hers, teasing, soft, as though he was giving her a moment to breathe, to steady herself before she tipped over the edge. His hand slid up her thigh, slow and deliberate, the touch sending sparks of warmth through her body. "You don't have to rush," he whispered, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine.

Behind her, Sam's hands were firm on her waist, his touch grounding her, keeping her steady as her heart raced in her chest. His breath was warm against her neck as he leaned in, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just beneath her ear. "We've got you, Amara," he murmured, his voice filled with that quiet intensity that always left her breathless. "We'll take care of you."

The weight of his words, of their combined presence, made her heart swell with emotion. She could feel herself trembling—not with fear, but with the overwhelming sense of being loved so fully, so deeply. It was almost too much to bear, but at the same time, she didn't want it to stop. She wanted more—needed more.

Her fingers curled into Dean's shirt, pulling him closer as she leaned into the kiss, her lips meeting his with a soft urgency that had been building for far too long. The moment their lips touched, the tension that had been simmering between them for weeks seemed to snap, releasing in a wave of warmth that washed over her. Dean's kiss was tender but filled with a hunger that matched her own, his hand moving to cup her cheek as he deepened the kiss, his thumb brushing against her skin in a way that made her feel like she was melting into him.

Sam's hands slid higher, his fingers brushing along her sides as he pressed closer, his breath warm against her neck. His presence behind her was solid, steady, the warmth of him anchoring her even as her heart raced. She leaned back into him, her body caught between them, and the feeling of being surrounded by them, completely enveloped in their care, made her feel like she could finally let go.

Dean pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, his thumb brushing lightly over her bottom lip. His eyes were dark with emotion, but there was a softness in them, a tenderness that made her chest tighten. "You okay?" He asked, his voice low and rough, but filled with the kind of care that made her feel seen, understood.

Amara nodded, her breath coming in shallow waves as she tried to steady herself. "Yeah," she whispered, her voice trembling with the weight of everything she was feeling. "I'm... perfect."

Sam's lips brushed against her ear, his breath sending shivers through her as he whispered, "Good. Because we're not going anywhere."

Dean's smirk softened as he leaned in again, his lips brushing against hers in another kiss, slow and deliberate, as though they had all the time in the world. And in that moment, it felt like they did. Time had slowed, the world outside fading away, leaving only the three of them, wrapped up in each other, their emotions tangled together in a way that felt both overwhelming and perfect.

Amara's heart raced, her body trembling with the intensity of it all, but she didn't want it to stop. She felt safe here, with them, and she knew that whatever came next, she was ready.

Time seemed to slow as they stood there, wrapped in each other, the weight of everything finally falling into place. Dean's hand stayed firm on her cheek, his thumb tracing lazy circles over her skin as he kissed her again, deeper this time, more certain. His lips moved with a tenderness that sent warmth flooding through her, the connection between them growing stronger with each passing second.