Small Cuts (Supernatural Dark!fic)

o n e - h u n d r e d + f i v e

"You'll follow me back with the sun in your eyes
And on your own" 
Bedshaped- Keane 

The weight of the last few hours still hung in the air, but something had shifted within Amara. The truth had come out—her fears, the doubts that had been planted by Crowley—and now, she was starting to see things differently. The brothers, Castiel... they hadn't been keeping her in the dark because they didn't trust her. They had been trying to protect her.

But now, they were all on the same page, and for the first time in what felt like weeks, Amara didn't feel so alone.

They had headed out of her room shortly after she'd stopped crying, heading to the kitchen first for water and then to the war room to finalise the plan for the ritual. 

The silence in the war room was heavy, but it wasn't uncomfortable. Dean stood nearby, still watching her carefully, his posture a little less tense. Sam was sitting beside her at the table, his gaze soft, his hand resting on hers, and Castiel hovered near the door, his usual calm expression filled with a quiet kind of relief.

Amara's eyes flicked to Sam, and she felt her breath catch in her throat. He had been the steady presence through all of this—the one who had tried, again and again, to pull her back when she had felt like she was falling apart. There was something in his gaze now, something warm and understanding, and it made her heart ache in a way she hadn't expected.

"Sam..." Her voice was soft, filled with a mixture of gratitude and something deeper—something she hadn't fully processed until now.

He looked at her, his expression tender, and without a word, he leaned in. The kiss was gentle, tentative at first, but it deepened quickly, the warmth of his lips pressing against hers a comfort she hadn't known she needed. When they pulled back, Sam's eyes lingered on hers, his hand still holding hers tightly.

"I'm here," he whispered, his voice low and reassuring. "We're all here."

Amara swallowed hard, the weight of his words sinking in. She looked over at Dean, who had been watching them with a mix of amusement and something protective. He gave her a small smirk, the corner of his lips twitching upward.

"What?" He asked, his tone teasing.

Amara felt a smile tug at her lips, but there was something more—something unspoken between them. Dean had always been the more intense one, the one who felt everything so deeply but rarely showed it. She stood, crossing the room until she was standing in front of him.

Without saying a word, she reached out, cupping the back of his neck, and pulled him into a kiss. Dean's surprise only lasted a second before he responded, his hands coming to rest on her waist as he kissed her back. It wasn't the same as with Sam—Dean's kiss was rougher, more urgent, but it held the same care, the same unspoken promise.

When they pulled apart, Dean's eyes were darker, filled with an intensity that made Amara's heart race. But there was also something soft there—something that told her she had nothing to fear from him.

"I wasn't gonna go far, would've just summoned Crowley here to kick his ass," he muttered, his voice low and playful.

Amara chuckled softly, and then turned toward Castiel. He had been watching the entire exchange with a quiet kind of patience, and as their eyes met, Amara felt a swell of emotion rise up in her chest. He hadn't been the one she had trusted from the beginning, but despite everything, despite the secrets and the fear, she'd grown to trust him, and she still trusted him now.

She crossed the room and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a tight, meaningful hug. Castiel froze for a moment, clearly not expecting the embrace, but then his arms came up slowly, holding her gently but firmly.