Small Cuts (Supernatural Dark!fic)

t h i r t y - n i n e

"Oh, can't you feel it?
You feed on my restless soul
Oh, can you see that
It's never enough, it's never enough
Today I saw the whole world
I think heaven has a plot to take my life
Listen, I'm the one who made you
I'll be the one who brings you down"
Today I Saw the Whole World (Acoustic) - Pierce The Veil 

The bunker door clanged shut behind them, the sound echoing through the stone walls as Amara, Sam, and Dean returned from the crypt. The ritual had taken everything out of them, but even with Paimon momentarily banished, the weight of his presence still lingered in the back of her mind.

Exhaustion pulled at Amara's limbs, but it wasn't just the ritual weighing on her—it was them. The brothers. The tension between the three of them had grown so thick it was almost unbearable, especially now that they were only days away from her turning 21.

As they entered the common room, Dean dropped his jacket on the back of a chair, shooting her a look that made her stomach twist. Sam followed, his gaze lingering on her with that same intensity she'd felt all day.

They hadn't said anything much, not since the ritual, but Amara could feel it—the way they were holding back. It was a silent promise they'd made, one that had 11 days left before it could be broken.

But right now, it felt like an eternity.

"Not bad, sweetheart," Dean said, his voice dripping with patronising charm as he leaned against the counter. "Didn't think you had it in you, but I guess you didn't completely mess things up."

Amara's breath caught in her throat at the casual dismissal, her skin prickling at the way he spoke about her like she wasn't in the room.

Sam snorted, throwing her a sideways glance as he stretched out on the couch. "Yeah, but she's still got a long way to go. Wouldn't exactly say she's at our level yet, would you?"

Amara felt her face flush, a mix of irritation and something darker curling in her stomach. She knew they were teasing her, testing her, but the way they spoke about her—like she was something fragile, something they could toy with—made her pulse race.

And the worst part was, she liked it. She liked the way they talked about her as if she wasn't there, the way they pushed her, testing her limits.

Dean smirked, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he crossed his arms. "Think she can handle it, Sammy? Or is she just gonna sit there like a good little girl and let the real hunters take care of things?"

Amara's heart pounded, her breath catching as she felt the heat rise in her cheeks. The teasing had grown sharper, more pointed, and the look in their eyes—dark, amused, and full of something she couldn't quite name—made her pulse quicken.

Sam hummed thoughtfully, giving her an almost pitying look. "I don't know, Dean. She's a little soft, don't you think? Maybe we should let her sit the next one out. Wouldn't want her to get hurt."

Her skin tingled, a wave of heat crashing over her as she felt the intensity of their words sink in. The way they talked to each other about her, like she was some helpless thing, sent a rush of adrenaline through her. They were testing her, pushing her, and the condescension in their voices made her want to snap.

But she didn't. Not yet.

Dean's smirk deepened, his voice soft and laced with dark amusement. "Might be safer that way. Don't want you to break before we even get to the fun part."

Amara's breath hitched, her pulse racing as the tension between them mounted. She could feel it building, suffocating and thrilling all at once, and the way they were watching her—like she was something fragile and precious—made her stomach twist with desire.