Small Cuts (Supernatural Dark!fic)

f i f t y - t h r e e

"Just want to see the way the skin splits 'round his bones
And the gurgling head in your lap
And the arms of the crowd as they pull me away
And the mud and the blood in the grass
When we scraped our bones together
We got fire"
September - Sparky Deathcap 

The forest seemed quieter now, but the tension still hummed in the air, thick and heavy with the weight of what had just happened. Amara leaned against a tree, her breaths shallow as she tried to steady herself. Her mind was still racing with the shock of what she'd done, her hands trembling slightly as the last traces of power faded from her fingertips.

"You okay?" Sam asked, stepping closer, his voice soft but laced with concern.

Amara nodded, though the truth was, she wasn't sure. She had never felt power like that before, had never tapped into something so raw and consuming. And it scared her—scared her because for a brief moment, she had felt in control of something terrible.

Dean walked up, his face unreadable, though she could feel the storm of emotions swirling just beneath the surface. His protectiveness was still there, but now there was something else—something darker. "We need to figure out how to control this," he said, his voice low. "Before it controls you."

Amara swallowed hard, nodding again. She knew he was right. She needed to master whatever this was before it became too much. "I'm trying," she whispered. "But it's getting stronger... faster than I can keep up."

Sam's hand hovered near her back, a subtle gesture of support. "You're doing fine. Better than fine, actually. You just took down something that would've torn us apart."

Dean let out a heavy sigh, his eyes flicking to the road ahead. "We're not done yet. We still need to find Jack before Paimon sends something worse."

They piled back into the Impala, the mood heavy with the unspoken tension of what had just happened. Amara sat between Sam and Dean in the front seat, the closeness of their bodies pressing in on her as they drove, the engine's hum filling the silence. She could feel their emotions, their worry and fear, but also something else—something deeper, something that pulled at the edges of her awareness, stirring her own desires.

Every glance they exchanged, every brush of their hands against her as they shifted in their seats, sent a wave of heat through her. She was struggling to keep her powers in check, and it was only getting harder the closer they got to their destination.

The drive stretched on, and with each passing mile, Amara's senses heightened. The world outside the car seemed distant, but inside, everything felt charged. She could almost see the flickers of emotion radiating from the brothers, like a haze of colours bleeding into the air around them. It was overwhelming—beautiful, but overwhelming.

The sky had darkened by the time they finally reached their destination—a secluded cabin deep in the woods, hidden away from prying eyes. Castiel had directed them here, saying that Jack had been hiding out, avoiding the celestial radar.

Dean parked the Impala a few yards from the cabin, cutting the engine as the group sat in silence for a moment. Amara could feel her pulse quickening. She wasn't sure if it was from the growing tension or the anticipation of what they might find.

"Let me go in first," Castiel said, stepping out of the car and heading toward the cabin. His calm, steady demeanour was almost reassuring, though Amara could still sense the heaviness in his emotions—Castiel was worried too, though he hid it well.

The brothers stepped out next, with Amara following close behind. Her senses were still heightened from the encounter earlier, and the weight of everything felt like it was pressing down on her. She focused on keeping her breathing steady, trying not to let her powers flare up uncontrollably.