Small Cuts (Supernatural Dark!fic)

f i f t y - o n e

"The debt I owe, gotta sell my soul
'Cause I can't say no, no, I can't say no
Then my limbs all froze and my eyes won't close
And I can't say no, I can't say no" 
Bury A Friend - Billie Eilish 

The bunker's training room was silent, save for the sounds of Amara's controlled breathing and the quiet shuffle of her feet as she moved through the drills. Sam and Dean watched her closely, their eyes tracking every movement, their expressions tense.

Today's session was different. There was an edge to the atmosphere, a crackling undercurrent of something neither of them could ignore. Amara felt it too, the weight of their attention pressing down on her like a physical force.

She pushed herself harder, feeling the strain in her muscles, the familiar burn that came with exertion. But it wasn't enough to distract her from the intensity of their stares, the way their eyes lingered on her as she moved. She could feel the tension radiating off them, and it was feeding into her own emotions, making her focus slip.

"Come on, Amara," Dean called out from the sidelines, his voice gruff but with a hint of challenge. "Is that all you've got?"

Amara shot him a sharp look, wiping the sweat from her brow. "I can do better."

She glanced over at Sam, who had his arms crossed, watching her with a dark, thoughtful expression. "Let's see it, then," he said quietly, his voice low and steady. The way he spoke sent a shiver down her spine, and she turned her attention back to the task at hand.

Amara focused on the Blade of Belial, lying on the table across the room. Its dark energy seemed to hum in the air, calling to her. Every time she looked at it, she felt her powers stir, felt the intensity of the blade's connection to her. It was as if the blade knew her, understood her power in ways even she didn't fully grasp yet.

She stepped forward, feeling the pull of the blade like a magnet, and her body reacted instinctively. She reached out, channeling her energy toward it, and suddenly, the room seemed to shift. The air thickened, the light dimming slightly. Amara gasped, her head spinning as a vision crashed over her.

She saw darkness—Paimon, sending something, something powerful in his place. A demon, a high-ranking one, stronger than anything they had faced before. It was coming for her.

Amara's breath hitched, her body swaying as the vision pulled her deeper. She could see it—see the demon's eyes, black and soulless, its purpose clear. It wanted her. And it was coming soon.

"Amara!"

Dean's voice cut through the haze, and suddenly, she was pulled back into the present. She blinked, her vision clearing, and found herself standing in the middle of the training room, both Sam and Dean rushing to her side.

"What happened?" Sam asked, his hand resting on her shoulder, grounding her.

Amara took a deep breath, steadying herself. "I saw... something. A demon. Paimon's sending something after me."

Dean's jaw clenched. "Damn it."

Her heart raced, the vision still vivid in her mind. But as her focus returned to the room, she realised something else. Their emotions—they were all around her, thick and overwhelming. She could feel them. The protectiveness. The anger. The... desire. It was more intense than it had ever been, and it wasn't just her powers anymore.

She glanced up at Sam and Dean, feeling the weight of their attention. They were both standing close—too close—and she could sense their emotions like a fire burning just beneath the surface. The air between them crackled with tension, and Amara could barely breathe under the intensity of it.