Small Cuts (Supernatural Dark!fic)

n i n e t y - o n e

"I held on as tightly as you held onto me
And, I built a home
For you
For me"
To Build A Home - The Cinematic Orchestra

The soft murmur of voices gradually pulled Amara from sleep, the warmth of Sam's body still wrapped around her. Her head was nestled against his chest, his heartbeat a steady rhythm beneath her ear. The quiet comfort of being held close to him made it hard to want to wake up, but the hushed tones of a conversation nearby brought her further into consciousness.

She shifted slightly, still cocooned in the warmth of Sam's embrace, her legs tangled with his under the covers. The weight of his arm resting securely around her waist was grounding, a reminder of the safety and comfort she had found with him. His scent, familiar and soothing, surrounded her as her fingers absentmindedly traced the lines of his chest.

But it wasn't just Sam's voice she heard. As her eyes slowly opened, Amara caught sight of Dean sitting at the edge of the bed, his elbows resting on his knees as he spoke quietly to Sam.

"...found the rift," Dean was saying, his tone low but casual. "Cas and I got what we needed. The essence of chaos is gonna be enough for the ritual."

Sam was already awake, his voice calm but with that underlying intensity. "Good. That's a relief."

Amara blinked the sleep from her eyes, a soft smile tugging at her lips as she realised Dean was back. She hadn't seen him come in, but the sight of him sitting there, safe and sound, filled her with a quiet relief.

Dean glanced over, catching her sleepy gaze. His eyes softened, but there was a familiar spark of mischief in them. "Well, look who finally decided to wake up."

Amara shifted in Sam's arms, still cuddled against him as she smiled up at Dean. "You're back," she said softly, her voice still thick with sleep.

Dean grinned, that signature smug look crossing his face. "Yep. Miss me?"

Amara was about to answer, but Sam's hand gently brushed a few strands of hair from her face as he spoke, already aware that she was awake. "Morning," he said, his voice still quiet, though he had been up for a while, listening to Dean's report.

Amara smiled at Sam's gentle touch, but Dean's amused chuckle pulled her attention back to him. He leaned back slightly, his gaze flicking between the two of them, and the smirk on his lips grew.

"Well, isn't this cozy," Dean drawled, his tone full of playful smugness. "Looks like I missed out on a good cuddle session."

Amara felt her cheeks warm as she shifted slightly in Sam's embrace, still lying across him. The way Dean's eyes sparkled with amusement made her feel suddenly hyperaware of how close she was to Sam, her body pressed against his under the covers.

Sam rolled his eyes, clearly used to Dean's teasing. "Dean..."

Dean just grinned wider, clearly enjoying himself. "Hey, no judgment. I get it." He leaned forward a bit, his voice dropping just enough to make the words feel charged. "But don't get too comfortable, sweetheart. Might need to switch things up one of these days."

Amara's heart skipped a beat at the mischievous glint in Dean's eyes, and she couldn't help but bite back a smile. There was always something about the way Dean spoke, that playful, flirtatious edge that made her feel both flustered and amused.

Sam sighed softly, his hand smoothing over Amara's back, his voice steady but with a hint of exasperation. "Dean..."

Dean held up his hands in mock surrender, the grin never leaving his face. "Hey, I'm just saying. Plenty of room for me in there."