Small Cuts (Supernatural Dark!fic)

s e v e n t y - t h r e e

"Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special" 
Creep - Radiohead 

The tension in the room finally began to ease, the raw emotions between them giving way to something softer, something more hopeful. Amara felt a weight lift from her chest, the love she shared with Sam and Dean grounding her in a way she hadn't felt in days.

Dean wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, clearing his throat awkwardly as he tried to regain some of his usual bravado. "Well, uh... that was intense," he muttered, glancing at Sam, who gave him a small, understanding smile.

Amara let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. "Yeah, it was."

There was a brief pause, and then a small, mischievous smile tugged at her lips. She glanced at Dean, raising an eyebrow. "You know, Dean, you told me I couldn't fix it. That I wasn't making things better."

Dean winced slightly, clearly remembering the harsh words he had thrown at her, but Amara's teasing tone made him pause. "Yeah, well... I was kind of an ass."

Amara grinned, glancing at Castiel, who was standing nearby, watching the exchange with his usual calm demeanour. "Turns out, I did fix it. With Cas. No help from you or Sam."

Sam's eyebrows shot up, impressed. He gave a low whistle, a smile tugging at his lips. "Unbelievable."

Amara nodded, her grin widening. "Yep. Cas and I took care of everything while you two were... you know, dealing with the curse."

Dean blinked, clearly taken aback. "Huh. Well, I'll be damned." He shot Castiel a sideways glance. "Didn't think you had it in you, Cas."

Castiel, ever unruffled, simply nodded. "Amara and I make a good team."

Dean huffed out a laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. "Damn, I guess we owe you both for that."

Amara crossed her arms, her smile still lingering. "You do. So next time you tell me I can't fix something, remember—I fixed this without either of you."

Dean chuckled, the tension fully broken now as he shook his head in mock defeat. "Yeah, yeah. Point taken."

Sam laughed softly, the sound warm and light, his eyes filled with admiration as he looked at Amara. "Well, you've definitely impressed us. That's for sure."

The room felt lighter now, the darkness that had been hanging over them finally dissipating. Amara let out a breath, her heart settling as she looked between the two brothers. There was still healing to do, still things left unspoken, but in this moment, they were together. They were whole.

And then, without thinking, she stepped forward, reaching up to cup Sam's face in her hands. His breath hitched, his eyes widening slightly as he realised what was about to happen. Amara leaned in, pressing her lips to his in a soft, lingering kiss. Sam's hands found her waist, pulling her closer as he kissed her back, his touch gentle but firm, as if he was afraid to let her go.

When she pulled back, Sam's eyes were filled with warmth, his hands still resting on her hips. Before she could say anything, she turned to Dean, her heart pounding as she met his gaze.

Dean's expression was raw, vulnerable, but there was something else there too—something that told her he needed this just as much as she did. She stepped toward him, her hands slipping up to rest on his chest as she tilted her head up to meet his lips.

The kiss was soft at first, tentative, but it quickly deepened, the intensity of their emotions pouring into the moment. Dean's hands gripped her waist tightly, as if he was afraid she might slip away, but Amara held onto him just as firmly, grounding them both in the connection they had fought so hard to protect.