Small Cuts (Supernatural Dark!fic)

f o r t y - n i n e

"And way down we go
Way down we go
Say way down we go
Way down we go" 
Way Down We Go - KALEO 

The tension in the room had reached a fever pitch. Amara could feel it building inside her, the pressure pushing her to the edge, her powers flaring uncontrollably as she stood between Sam and Dean. The air felt thick, like every breath she took was weighted with their emotions—anger, desire, frustration—it all swirled together in a storm that she couldn't contain.

She knew they were both struggling, just like she was. Their self-control was slipping, the rule they'd set between them hanging by a thread. She could feel the way their emotions clashed and mirrored her own, creating a feedback loop that was spiralling out of control.

Her heart pounded in her chest, the frustration gnawing at her insides. It wasn't just the waiting—it was the way they looked at her, the way they teased her, the way they acted like they had all the control when she was barely holding on. She was furious at how much they affected her, and the anger only made her desire burn hotter.

"You think this is funny, don't you?" She snapped, her voice sharp as her eyes darted between them.

Dean raised an eyebrow, his signature smirk barely hiding the tension beneath it. "What's funny, sweetheart?"

"You!" She spat, her fists clenched at her sides. "Both of you! You're just... sitting there, like this is some kind of game. Like you're in control."

Sam's jaw tightened, his eyes dark as they locked onto hers. "Amara, you need to calm down."

"Calm down?" She let out a bitter laugh, the heat of her anger flaring. "How am I supposed to calm down when I can feel everything you're feeling? You're not calm, and neither am I."

Dean took a step closer, his voice low and rough. "You're not the only one struggling, you know."

She glared up at him, her pulse racing. "I know that. Believe me, I know."

The condescension in his voice sent a ripple of frustration through her, but she could feel it—it wasn't just him. Her anger was feeding into theirs, creating a vicious cycle that none of them could break. The more frustrated she became, the more they mirrored it, and the more their emotions spiralled, the more her own powers amplified it.

They were stuck.

Sam stepped forward, his expression hard, though the darkness in his eyes betrayed his control. "You think this is easy for us?"

Amara's chest tightened as she looked between them, the weight of their emotions pressing down on her like a suffocating blanket. "I never said it was easy."

Dean's voice was sharp, his frustration bleeding through his usual smirk. "Then stop acting like we're the ones in control."

Her blood boiled at his words. "You are! You've been calling the shots this entire time. You set the stupid rule—four more days until I turn 21. But guess what? I can feel how much you're struggling. You're barely holding on."

Dean's lips curled into a slow, dangerous grin. "And what makes you think you're any better?"

Amara's heart slammed against her ribs, the tension between them crackling like lightning in the air. She felt trapped, caught in the loop of anger and desire that was spiralling out of control. But then, in the heat of the moment, something slipped from her lips—something she hadn't meant to say.

"I know because I felt you the other night," she blurted out, her voice trembling with both anger and embarrassment.

Dean froze, his expression shifting from smug amusement to stunned confusion. "What?"