Small Cuts (Supernatural Dark!fic)

s e v e n t y

"So say you won't quit
When push comes to shove
Cuz you know every little thing to do to me to really fuck me up"
numb - wens 

The bunker felt heavier than ever as Amara stood alone in the hallway, her breath still coming in shaky bursts after the confrontation with Dean. She stared at the door he had stormed through, her mind racing, her heart heavy with the weight of everything that had happened. The curse was pulling them apart—destroying them piece by piece—and she didn't know how much longer they could survive like this.

Sam was still by her side, silent but watching her with worried eyes. He hadn't said anything since Dean had walked away, but she could feel the same desperation in him that she was feeling herself. They were losing Dean. They were losing themselves. And there didn't seem to be anything that could stop it.

But as she stood there, something shifted inside her. The fear, the helplessness—it was still there, but now it was joined by something else. Determination. She couldn't just let this happen. She couldn't sit by and watch as the people she loved fell apart because of something they couldn't control. She had to do something. Even if it meant doing it alone.

"I need to fix this," she whispered, more to herself than to Sam.

He looked at her, confused, his brow furrowing. "What?"

Amara straightened, her heart pounding. "I'm going to find a way to break this curse. I can't just stand by anymore."

"Amara, you don't have to—"

"I do," she interrupted, her voice firm. "You and Dean... you're both too far gone. This curse has its claws in you, and I can't pull you out. But I can stop it. I have to stop it."

Sam reached out to her, his hand brushing against her arm, but she shook her head. "No, Sam. You're not going to be able to help me right now. Not like this."

He opened his mouth to argue, but she could see the exhaustion in his eyes, the weight of the curse dragging him down. He didn't have the strength to fight her on this—not when he was barely holding himself together.

"I'll figure it out," she said softly. "But I need to do this. For you. For Dean. For us."

Sam looked torn, like he wanted to say more, but finally, he just nodded, his shoulders sagging in defeat. "Be careful."

Amara gave him a small, reassuring nod before turning on her heel and heading down the hall. Her footsteps echoed through the bunker as she made her way to the door, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and determination. She had no idea where to start, but she knew she couldn't stay here. Not with the curse feeding off their emotions, tearing them apart from the inside.

The only person who might be able to help her now was Castiel.

It didn't take long for Amara to track down Castiel. She found him sitting quietly in one of the library's empty corners, flipping through a book that looked as ancient as the bunker itself. He didn't look up when she approached, but she could feel the tension radiating off him. Castiel had always been good at hiding his emotions, but she could tell that even he was feeling the strain of the curse weighing down on the brothers.

"Cas," she said softly, her voice cutting through the silence.

He looked up, his piercing blue eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat. "Amara. Is everything..."

"No," she cut him off, sitting down across from him. "Everything's not okay. The curse... it's getting worse. Dean's out of control, Sam's barely hanging on, and I... I don't know what to do."