Small Cuts (Supernatural Dark!fic)

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"Subtle ain't in my vocabulary baby I
I want you to give me your everything baby I
I'm a bottomless pit
When it comes to love
But you know every little thing to do to me to really
Fuck me up"
numb - wens 

The drive away from the bunker had been quiet, the tension between them still lingering from the earlier conversation. Amara sat in the back of the Impala, her mind racing as the brothers exchanged brief words about their destination. It was a remote town, a place where strange things had been happening—things that Dean suspected might be connected to Paimon. The thought of Paimon still made her skin crawl, the memory of his voice echoing in her mind like a dark promise.

As they pulled into the small, rundown town, the atmosphere felt thick with something unsettling. The sun was setting, casting long shadows over the dilapidated buildings, and there was an eerie stillness in the air. Amara couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching them, lurking just beyond the edge of her senses.

The darkened town felt oppressive, the atmosphere sinister. Amara's heart raced as they moved cautiously down the deserted street, her senses on high alert. The earlier tension between her and the brothers was still there, simmering beneath the surface, but now it was overshadowed by the ominous feeling that something was watching them.

As they approached an alley, the figure emerged—a grotesque, elongated form with glowing eyes that seemed to pierce through the dim light. The moment Amara laid eyes on it, a cold dread washed over her. This wasn't just any supernatural entity. It was something tied to Paimon, and that made it far more dangerous.

The creature let out a low growl, its gaze locking onto Amara like a predator sizing up its prey. Dean instinctively stepped in front of her, his hand already gripping his gun. Sam moved to her other side, his muscles tensing as he prepared for the fight.

The battle that followed was brutal. The creature moved with an unnatural speed, its attacks vicious and unrelenting. Sam and Dean fought back fiercely, their movements sharp and controlled, but the creature's focus never wavered from Amara. It wanted her.

Amara tried to keep her distance, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched the brothers struggle against the creature's strength. But in the chaos, she was knocked to the ground, her shoulder slamming hard against the pavement. Pain shot through her, but she pushed herself up, desperate to help.

Before she could regain her footing, a sharp, searing pain tore through her side. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked down, her hand instinctively flying to her waist where a deep gash had appeared. Blood seeped through her fingers, and for a moment, the world seemed to tilt around her.

"Amara!" Dean's voice was sharp with panic as he fired off another shot, his eyes wide as he saw the blood on her hands.

The creature let out a guttural roar, its eyes flashing with rage as it lunged toward her. But before it could reach her, Sam was there, driving his blade into the creature's side. The monster let out one last scream before it dissolved into thick, black smoke, disappearing into the night.

The silence that followed was suffocating. Amara's vision swam, her body trembling from the pain radiating through her side.

Dean was at her side in an instant, his hands on her shoulders as he helped her sit up. His eyes were wild with concern as he looked her over, his gaze settling on the blood still dripping from her wound. "Dammit, Amara," he muttered, his voice rough. "You're hurt."

Amara winced, trying to push the pain away. "I'm fine," she lied, though the sharp sting of the gash made it clear she wasn't.

Sam knelt beside her, his hand gently brushing her arm as he inspected the wound. "We need to get this cleaned up," he said quietly, his brow furrowed in concern.