Small Cuts (Supernatural Dark!fic)

n i n e t y - e i g h t

"When we're done making love
And you look up and give me those eyes
'Cause all of the small things that you do
Are what remind me why I fell for you"
Those Eyes - New West

The bunker was silent, the kind of deep, heavy silence that settled in the middle of the night. Amara's eyes fluttered open, her heart racing, her breath coming in shallow, panicked bursts. The remnants of a nightmare clung to her mind like thick fog, the images too vivid, too real.

The Primordial Entity was in her head again, weaving its way through her subconscious, planting fears and doubts that sent her heart into overdrive. She felt a cold sweat trickle down the back of her neck as she lay there, her chest tight with panic.

It took her a moment to remember where she was—Dean's room, his warm presence beside her. The sound of his soft, steady breathing filled the room, grounding her in reality.

She swallowed hard, her pulse still erratic as she turned her head slightly, her eyes finding Dean's sleeping form beside her. He was on his back, one arm resting across his chest, his face peaceful in the dim light.

The panic still gnawed at her, but being close to him helped. She wanted to push the nightmare away, to bury it somewhere deep, but it clung to her like a shadow. Needing something to ground herself, Amara reached out with her powers—gently, carefully—and tapped into Dean's emotions.

She wasn't sure why she did it. Maybe because she wanted to feel something solid, something real, something that wasn't her own fear. As soon as she connected with him, a wave of warmth and love washed over her, so intense that it took her breath away.

Dean was dreaming—about her.

She could feel the depth of his emotions, the way his love for her wrapped around him like a protective shield, keeping the darkness at bay. He wasn't troubled in his sleep, wasn't haunted by the things that often weighed on him. Right now, in this moment, his entire focus was on her.

The panic that had gripped her began to ease as she allowed herself to sink into his emotions. She could feel the affection, the protectiveness, the overwhelming love he held for her. It was like standing in the warmth of the sun after being trapped in the cold for too long.

Amara watched him for a while, her heart steadying as she lay beside him, her eyes tracing the relaxed lines of his face. She didn't need to reach into his dreams to know what he was feeling—she could see it in the way he held her close, even when he was asleep, in the way his brow furrowed slightly as if sensing her unease, even in his sleep.

She let out a slow breath, the remnants of the nightmare fading into the background as she focused on him.

After a few moments, Dean stirred, his body shifting slightly as he blinked his eyes open. He turned his head, his gaze finding her in the soft light. "Amara?"

Amara smiled softly, her fingers brushing lightly against his chest. "Sorry... I didn't mean to wake you."

Dean yawned, his arm wrapping around her instinctively, pulling her closer. "You okay? You look..."

Amara bit her lip, her heart skipping a beat at the way his sleepy eyes softened as he looked at her. "I had a nightmare," she admitted quietly. "But it's okay now."

Dean's brow furrowed, concern flickering in his eyes. "What happened?"

Amara hesitated for a moment, then shook her head. "It was... the Primordial Entity. Messing with my head again. I woke up in a panic."

Dean tightened his hold on her, his body warm and solid against hers. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. You should've woken me up."

Amara shook her head gently, smiling at him. "It's alright. I... I grounded myself by tapping into your emotions."