Small Cuts (Supernatural Dark!fic)

s e v e n t y - f o u r

"We might kiss when we are alone
Nobody's watching
We might take it home
We might make out when nobody's there
It's not that we're scared
It's just that it's delicate"
Delicate - Damien Rice 

The soft light of morning filtered into the room, casting a warm glow across the bed. Amara blinked awake slowly, the weight of sleep still heavy in her limbs. She became aware of Dean's arm draped around her waist, his body curled behind hers, his breath slow and steady against the back of her neck. The rise and fall of his chest pressed into her back felt comforting, grounding her in the peacefulness of the moment.

She stayed still for a while, savouring the warmth of his embrace, not wanting to disturb the quiet that had settled over them. Dean was still sound asleep, his grip on her loose but protective, his body relaxed in a way that was rare for him.

But then she became aware of another presence. Slowly, Amara turned her head slightly, her eyes landing on Sam, who was already awake, lying on his side facing her. His eyes were soft, filled with a quiet warmth as he watched her, a small, loving smile tugging at his lips. He didn't say anything, didn't need to—his emotions were already radiating from him, vivid and bright.

Amara blinked, feeling the familiar sensation wash over her as her ability to see his emotions in colour bloomed to life. Around Sam, soft hues of blue and gold shimmered in the air, swirling gently with warmth and affection. She could feel his emotions as much as she could see them—deep, steady, and filled with admiration.

A smile tugged at her lips as she gazed back at him, her heart swelling at the sight. His emotions were so open, so clear, and they wrapped around her like a soft, comforting blanket.

"Good morning," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath, not wanting to wake Dean.

Sam's smile widened just a little, his voice just as soft. "Morning."

For a moment, they just looked at each other, the quiet between them filled with something warm and unspoken. Amara's heart fluttered in her chest, and she couldn't help but reach out, her fingers brushing gently against Sam's cheek. He closed his eyes for a second at her touch, leaning into it as if savouring the connection between them.

"You're amazing, you know that?" Sam whispered, his gaze locked on hers as his hand gently slipped over hers. "Figuring out the curse on your own... you did that. You saved us."

Amara's breath caught at the sincerity in his voice, and she felt a surge of emotion swell inside her—his admiration, his pride, his love. It washed over her in waves, and she could see it in the shimmering colours around him, deepening the gold and soft blues.

"I didn't do it alone," she murmured, her voice soft, though her heart swelled at his words. "I had Cas."

Sam shook his head slightly, his thumb brushing over her hand. "But you figured it out. You saved me and Dean. You've always been stronger than you give yourself credit for."

Amara's chest tightened with emotion, and before she could stop herself, she leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. The connection between them was immediate, tender, as Sam's hand slipped up to cup her cheek, pulling her closer. His lips were warm, gentle, and the kiss was slow, filled with the quiet affection they had both been holding onto for so long.

When they pulled back, Amara's eyes fluttered open, and the warmth in Sam's eyes made her heart ache in the best possible way. She could still feel his emotions, bright and vivid around her, and it made her feel more connected to him than ever.

"You're amazing too," she whispered, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "I couldn't have gotten through this without you."

Sam's smile was soft, his gaze filled with nothing but love as he looked at her. "We'll always be there for each other, Amara. No matter what."