Small Cuts (Supernatural Dark!fic)

f o r t y - t w o

"I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I'm not around
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special"
Creep - Radiohead 

Amara paced the quiet halls of the bunker, her mind still reeling from the intensity of what had just happened. She had tapped into something intimate, something powerful, and while it had thrilled her, it had also left her feeling exposed, vulnerable. Her hands trembled slightly as she rubbed her palms together, trying to ground herself, to shake off the lingering sensations from her connection with Dean.

She needed air. Space. Something to help clear her head.

But before she could even consider where to go, she sensed him—Sam. His presence was like a steady hum in her mind, but there was a flicker of something darker beneath the surface, something she had started to recognise more and more lately. It was the same energy that had revealed itself in brief moments between them, when his teasing became a little too sharp, a little too dark.

She hadn't expected to feel it now, though.

Sam stepped into the hallway, his tall frame filling the space as his eyes locked onto hers. He didn't say anything at first, just watched her with that intense, calculating gaze he always seemed to wear when he was trying to figure something out.

Amara swallowed hard, her heart racing in her chest. He could sense it—he knew something was off. She had tried to calm herself, to mask the emotions swirling inside her, but there was no hiding from Sam. He was too perceptive, too in tune with her moods to let anything slip by unnoticed.

"You alright?" Sam asked, his voice low and smooth, but there was a knowing edge to it that made her pulse quicken.

Amara nodded quickly, trying to brush it off. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... you know, practicing."

But Sam didn't look convinced. He took a step closer, his eyes never leaving hers, and the weight of his presence seemed to fill the hallway. "You seem... off. Something happen?"

Amara's breath caught in her throat. She could feel his emotions pulsing just beneath the surface—intense, dark, swirling with curiosity and something more. It was the same energy she had felt from him before, the one that always left her feeling like she was teetering on the edge of something dangerous.

"I—" she started, but the words caught in her throat.

Sam's lips curled into a faint smile, but there was no humour in it. "You don't have to hide it, you know," he said softly, his voice almost too gentle. "I can feel it."

Her heart raced. Of course he could. Her powers were growing stronger every day, and now that Paimon's influence was gone, there was nothing holding her back from sensing everything around her. And Sam—he wasn't hiding anything either.

"I'm fine," she repeated, though it sounded more like she was trying to convince herself than him.

Sam's smile widened, but his eyes darkened. "You're not a very good liar, Amara."

The way he said her name sent a shiver down her spine, and she suddenly found it hard to breathe. He was testing her, pushing her, the same way he always did, but there was something different this time. He could feel the shift in her, the way her emotions were tangled up with what had just happened, and he was pressing against that boundary, seeing how far she would let him go.

"What are you doing, Sam?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

He stepped closer, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from his body, and her heart pounded in her chest. His eyes bored into hers, intense and dark, and for a moment, she thought she saw something flicker behind them—something primal.