Small Cuts (Supernatural Dark!fic)

s i x t y - t h r e e

"I wanna go down south and hold on to your feelings lately
I wanna hear you growl but who's gonna be there
To save me?"
Honey - Swim Deep 

Dean practically dragged Amara into the kitchen, his excitement for breakfast clear in the way he moved, barely giving her time to catch up. "Come on, sweetheart, you can't keep me waiting," he teased, his hand warm and firm around hers.

Amara laughed, breathless from the playful moment in the bedroom, as she stumbled into the kitchen. "I swear, Dean, you act like you haven't eaten in weeks."

Sam followed them in, his eyes softening as he noticed Amara adjusting the hem of the oversized shirt she was wearing—his shirt. It was so big on her that it hung loosely, the sleeves too long, and the fabric brushed just above her knees. "That shirt's practically a dress on you," Sam said, a grin playing on his lips as he leaned against the counter, watching her with quiet admiration. "Looks good, though."

Dean chuckled, leaning back against the counter as his eyes trailed over her. "Yeah, I'm with Sam. You pull it off better than he ever could." His voice had that teasing edge, but there was a glint of something more in his eyes—a look that made Amara's cheeks warm.

"Shut up," she mumbled, though the smile tugging at her lips gave her away. She moved over to the stove, flipping on the burner and pulling out the eggs and bacon. "I'm just trying not to trip over this thing."

Dean's smirk widened as he watched her. "I'm not complaining. You can keep it."

Amara glanced over her shoulder, catching Sam's grin. "I don't mind sharing, if that's what it takes," he added, his eyes lingering on her a little longer before he pushed off the counter and took a seat at the table.

Dean nodded in agreement, crossing his arms as he leaned against the counter. "Yeah, Sam's got plenty of shirts. You might as well keep that one."

Amara laughed softly, shaking her head as she cracked an egg into the pan. "You two are ridiculous."

Before they could continue their teasing, the kitchen door creaked open, and Castiel stepped in. His trench coat was still slightly wrinkled, his expression as serious as ever. He glanced around the room before his eyes settled on Amara, taking in her appearance with mild confusion.

"You're all... up," he observed, his gaze drifting to the stove where breakfast was cooking.

Dean groaned, rolling his eyes. "Cas, you ever hear of knocking?"

Castiel blinked, tilting his head slightly. "The door was open."

Amara smiled, flipping the bacon in the pan. "Good morning, Cas. Want some breakfast?"

Castiel hesitated, his eyes moving from Amara to the food on the stove. "I do not require sustenance, but... yes, thank you."

Sam chuckled as Castiel sat down beside him, his eyes still lingering on the bacon. "You'll learn not to pass up breakfast with her cooking," Sam teased, glancing at Amara as she moved around the kitchen, still wearing his oversized shirt. "Trust me."

Dean grinned as he watched Amara flip the bacon with ease. "She's a natural," he said, his voice filled with playful admiration. "And she looks damn good doing it."

Amara's cheeks warmed at the comment, but she couldn't help the smile that spread across her face. "You're both hopeless," she teased, plating the food and bringing it over to the table.

Dean tugged her back by the wrist before she could sit down in her own chair, pulling her into his lap. "I'm not done with you yet," he muttered, wrapping his arms around her waist as she settled into his lap with a playful squeal.