Small Cuts (Supernatural Dark!fic)

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

"We might live like never before
When there's nothing to give
Well how can we ask for more?
We might make love
In some sacred place
The look on your face is delicate"
Delicate - Damien Rice 

The library was quiet now, save for the soft breaths of Amara and Sam as they held each other close. The intensity of their moment had passed, leaving them wrapped in a warm, comforting embrace, the weight of their intimacy still lingering between them. Amara rested her head against Sam's chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat as his arms wrapped protectively around her.

"I love you," Sam murmured again, softly, his voice low and full of sincerity. He tightened his hold on her, his fingers brushing gently against her back.

"I love you too," Amara whispered back, her heart swelling with warmth. She pressed herself closer to him, letting the comfort of the moment wash over her.

But then, a familiar voice broke the silence.

"Really? In the library? You guys really are bookworms."

Amara's head snapped up in surprise, her eyes widening as she saw Dean leaning casually against the doorway, a smirk firmly in place. His arms were crossed over his chest, and there was a playful glint in his eyes as he watched the two of them.

Sam tensed slightly, but there was no malice in Dean's tone—just his usual teasing charm.

"Dean..." Amara started, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and amusement.

Dean shook his head, stepping into the room. "What?" He said, his voice dripping with mock offence. "I mean, I get it—Sammy's always been into books, but come on... this is a new level."

Amara chuckled softly, her face still warm from the intensity of the moment. "You could've said something sooner."

Dean's smirk widened as he approached them, hands still resting casually in his jacket pockets. "Oh, trust me, I didn't want to interrupt. You two were... very occupied."

Sam sighed, but there was a hint of a smile on his lips as he glanced at his brother. "How long were you standing there?"

Dean shrugged nonchalantly. "Long enough." His gaze flicked to Amara, and his teasing expression softened just a little. "But hey, no judgment. In the library? That's gotta be a first."

Amara couldn't help but laugh at that, shaking her head as Dean reached out a hand to pull her into a hug. She took his hand gratefully, still feeling the warmth of the moment with Sam lingering in her chest. Sam followed, stretching slightly before glancing at Dean.

"You done teasing us?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow.

Dean grinned, slipping his arm around Amara's shoulders as they started to head out of the library together. "Nah. I've got plenty more where that came from." He gave Amara a playful nudge. "But seriously, next time, how about somewhere a little more comfortable? Like, I don't know... a bed?"

Amara rolled her eyes, but there was a smile on her lips as they made their way down the hallway toward the bedrooms. "Well, since you're offering..."

Dean's grin softened into something more affectionate as they reached his room. He opened the door, gesturing for them to head inside. "I did offer, didn't I?"

They entered the room together, the atmosphere shifting from playful to something more intimate as they stepped inside. Amara felt a sense of warmth wash over her as she crawled into the bed, settling herself in the middle. Sam and Dean followed her in, each taking a side as they lay down beside her, their bodies cocooning her in a protective embrace.