Small Cuts (Supernatural Dark!fic)

s i x t y - f o u r

"Oh, can't you feel it?
You're feeding on my restless soul"
Today I Saw the Whole World (Acoustic) - Pierce The Veil 

Amara stood in the training room, her breathing steady as she stretched her arms over her head, preparing herself for the session ahead. The air in the room felt charged—different than when she trained with Dean. Sam's presence had always been quieter, more thoughtful, but today there was something different in the way he looked at her. It was in the way he moved, the way his eyes lingered on her just a bit longer than usual.

Sam was across the room, adjusting the sleeves of his flannel shirt as he watched her. His expression was calm, as it always was, but Amara could sense something deeper beneath the surface—a tension, a darkness that simmered just below the calm exterior he projected. She could feel it in the air around him, the way his emotions swirled in shades of deep crimson and stormy grey.

"You ready?" Sam asked, his voice low and steady, but there was a flicker of something more in his eyes—something that made Amara's heart skip a beat.

Amara nodded, rolling her shoulders as she stepped into position. "Yeah. Let's see what you've got, Winchester."

Sam's lips quirked into a half-smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. He was focused, almost too focused, and as Amara settled into a defensive stance, she could feel his intensity radiating off him in waves. The room felt smaller somehow, the weight of his presence pressing in on her.

"Don't hold back," she said quietly, meeting his gaze with a steady look. "I want you to push me."

Sam's eyes darkened for a moment, a flicker of something dangerous crossing his features before he nodded, stepping forward. "You asked for it."

He moved fast—faster than Amara expected. In an instant, he was on her, his hand gripping her arm as he spun her around, pinning her against the padded wall with a force that sent a shiver down her spine. His body was close, too close, and she could feel the heat radiating from him as his breath brushed against her ear.

"Too slow," he murmured, his voice a low growl, and Amara's heart raced as the dark energy she felt around him pulsed stronger.

She pushed back, using her strength to twist out of his grip, spinning to face him with a quick strike aimed at his chest. But Sam was already moving, blocking her blow with ease and grabbing her wrist, pulling her close again. This time, there was no escape. His grip was firm, his expression intense, and for a moment, Amara could see the darkness swirling in his eyes—something deeper, something raw and unfiltered.

Her empathic abilities flared, and she could feel it—his anger, his frustration, the weight of everything he carried. It was overwhelming, flooding through her like a wave, and it made her chest tighten, her breath coming quicker as she tried to focus.

"Sam—" she started, but he cut her off, his voice low and rough.

"Don't hold back, Amara. I know you can do more."

He released her wrist suddenly, stepping back and giving her just enough space to recover. But the look in his eyes was still there, dark and unreadable, and Amara's heart raced as she squared her shoulders, feeling the intensity of his emotions washing over her.

She didn't hesitate this time. She lunged forward, her body moving on instinct as she struck out at him again, this time aiming lower, faster. Sam blocked her easily, his movements fluid and controlled, but there was a wildness in the way he moved—a barely contained energy that made her feel like she was fighting something much more dangerous than just Sam.