Small Cuts (Supernatural Dark!fic)

n i n e t y - n i n e

"But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here"
Creep - Radiohead

The soft morning light cast a gentle glow over the room. Amara lay beside Dean, her head resting on his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat soothing her as they shared a quiet, peaceful moment. Dean's hand gently traced patterns along her back, his fingers brushing lightly against her skin.

They hadn't said much since waking up, content to simply be close to one another. Every now and then, Dean would lean in and press a soft kiss to her lips, his touch lingering, but unhurried. It was the kind of morning that felt too good to disrupt, the kind of peace they didn't get often enough.

Amara sighed happily, her fingers idly dancing along Dean's chest as she kissed him again, her lips soft and warm against his. "Morning," she whispered, her voice full of contentment.

Dean grinned against her lips, his hand sliding up to cup the back of her neck as he deepened the kiss slightly. "Morning, sweetheart," he murmured back, his voice low and rough with sleep.

They stayed like that for a few moments, tangled up in each other, when the door creaked open. Amara didn't have to look to know who it was. The familiar, easy presence of Sam filled the room, and she smiled softly, still curled up in Dean's arms.

"Well, well," Sam teased lightly as he stepped inside, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "Looks like I'm interrupting something."

Amara blushed, her cheeks flushing a soft pink, but she didn't pull away from Dean. Instead, she shifted slightly to make room for Sam, her hand reaching out to him with a playful smile. "You're not interrupting."

Sam chuckled, sliding into the bed beside her, his arm wrapping around her waist as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Sure, I'm not."

Dean smirked, his hand still resting on Amara's back as he gave Sam a look. "You're always barging in, Sammy."

Sam just laughed, tightening his hold on Amara as he settled beside her, the three of them fitting together like they had done so many times before. It was a comfortable closeness, their bodies relaxed and warm against one another.

For a while, they just talked quietly, their voices soft and full of the easy banter that had always come so naturally between them. Sam brushed his fingers gently along Amara's side, his touch light and affectionate. But then, his hand stilled, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, leaning in closer to her neck.

"Wait a second..." Sam's voice was filled with amusement, and Amara blinked in confusion as she felt him gently tilt her head to the side, his fingers brushing against a spot just beneath her ear. "Is that... a hickey?"

Amara's cheeks turned bright red as her hand instinctively flew up to her neck, feeling the tender skin beneath her fingers. "What? No way..."

Dean's low chuckle rumbled from beside her, his lips quirking into a smug grin. "Oh yeah, it is."

Amara shot him a look, her eyes wide. "Did you—?"

Dean grinned wider, clearly enjoying the situation. "What can I say? You were a little distracted last night, sweetheart."

Sam burst out laughing, shaking his head in amusement. "You didn't even notice, did you?"

Amara's blush deepened, and she lightly smacked Dean's arm. "Dean!"

Dean just laughed, wrapping his arms more securely around her as he pressed a kiss to her temple. "Hey, you didn't seem to mind at the time."

Sam shook his head, still grinning as he leaned back against the pillows, his arm still around Amara. "Can't believe you let him get away with that."