Small Cuts (Supernatural Dark!fic)

o n e - h u n d r e d + e i g h t e e n

"Am I the most fucking fantastic freak
You've ever seen? Did I make you scream?" 
Beautiful is Boring - BONES UK

The bunker's library had always been a place of quiet focus, but today, as Amara sat across from Sam at the large wooden table, it felt different. The tension in the air was almost palpable, thickening with every passing second as they pored over the ancient texts in front of them. Sam was deep in concentration, flipping through pages and making notes, while Amara tried to focus on the research in front of her.

But it was hard—impossibly hard.

She could feel Sam's emotions pressing in on her from across the table. His desire was a steady hum in the back of her mind, pulsing like a heartbeat, distracting her from the words on the page. And it wasn't just his emotions—it was the colours.

Every time she glanced up at him, his emotions manifested as a swirl of deep, rich shades, like crimson and amber. The desire rolled off him in waves, mixing with something darker, something she had come to recognise in Sam. It was the weight of his past, the part of him he tried to keep buried but that sometimes surfaced, especially when he was close to her.

Amara swallowed hard, her pulse quickening as she tried to focus. But the more she tried, the more she found herself drawn to him. Her eyes lingered on the way his fingers moved over the pages, the way his jaw clenched in concentration. She felt the heat rising in her chest, the familiar pull that always seemed to simmer between them.

Finally, she couldn't take it anymore.

"Sam," she said, her voice quiet but insistent.

Sam looked up from his book, his eyes meeting hers, and for a moment, the air between them crackled with unspoken tension. "Yeah?"

Amara hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. She didn't know how to explain it—the way his emotions were practically wrapping around her, the way his desire was seeping into her own thoughts. "I can feel you."

Sam raised an eyebrow, clearly confused. "Feel me?"

Amara nodded, her voice softening. "Your emotions. They're... intense." She glanced down at her book, trying to steady her breath. "It's hard to focus."

Sam's jaw tightened, and he set his book aside, leaning forward slightly. "I didn't mean to distract you."

Amara shook her head. "It's not just you. It's... me too. I can see it, Sam. The colours, the way you feel." She met his gaze, her voice dropping lower. "You want me."

Sam's eyes darkened, the air between them growing heavier. He didn't deny it. Instead, he leaned back slightly in his chair, his hands gripping the edge of the table as if trying to maintain some semblance of control. "Yeah," he said, his voice low and rough. "I do."

Amara's breath hitched, the tension between them coiling tighter. She could feel the weight of his desire pressing against her, and for a moment, she was caught between wanting to pull away and wanting to dive headfirst into the fire that was building between them.

The decision was made for her when Sam stood, his towering frame casting a shadow over the table. He walked around the side, his movements slow and deliberate, and Amara's heart raced as he came closer.

"You can feel it?" He asked, his voice soft but charged with intensity.

Amara nodded, her throat dry. "I can feel everything."

Sam's hand came to rest on the back of her chair, his fingers brushing against her shoulder. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through her, and she shivered involuntarily, her gaze locked on his.