Small Cuts (Supernatural Dark!fic)

s e v e n t y - o n e

"So take that rage and bottle up
And put a drop into his cup of wine
You don't need him, you don't need me
With that poisoned bottle, you'll be free
But be damn sure you don't mix it up with mine" 
as good a reason - Paris Paloma 

The air in the basement was thick with tension, the dark energy pulsing from the symbol carved into the floor. Amara could feel it thrumming beneath her feet, sending a chill up her spine. This was the heart of the curse, the thing that had been poisoning Sam and Dean for days. Now, standing on the edge of the unknown, she knew there was no turning back.

Castiel knelt beside the glowing symbol, his expression focused, determined. He reached out, tracing the edges of the markings with a finger, his eyes narrowing in concentration. "The curse is deeply tied to them," he said, his voice calm but laced with urgency. "Breaking it will require severing its connection to their emotions—fear, anger, guilt. We'll need to channel something stronger to overpower it."

Amara stepped closer, her heart racing. "Something stronger?"

Castiel stood, his blue eyes locking onto hers with a steady, unwavering intensity. "Love. The bond you have with Sam and Dean—it's what the curse is trying to corrupt. But if we use it, if we channel that connection, we can overpower the curse and break its hold."

Amara's breath caught in her throat. It made sense. The curse had been feeding off the negative emotions that had been tearing them apart—twisting their love into something dark. But if they could use that love, the true connection she had with the brothers, to fight back, they might be able to destroy it.

"Okay," she said, her voice steadying. "I can do this. We can do this."

Castiel gave her a small nod, his gaze softening for a moment. "You're stronger than you know, Amara. And you're not alone in this."

The weight of his words settled over her like a cloak of reassurance. Castiel had been there for her, and now, in this moment, they were a team—a force standing against the darkness that had tried to tear them apart.

They moved in unison, stepping toward the symbol on the floor, the air crackling with energy as they drew closer. Castiel began muttering in Enochian, his deep voice carrying the weight of centuries of celestial power. The words filled the room, wrapping around them like a protective shield as the dark energy in the symbol began to writhe and pulse, sensing the threat.

Amara closed her eyes, reaching out with her abilities, feeling the emotional ties that connected her to Sam and Dean. She could feel the love they shared, buried beneath the anger and pain—the deep, unbreakable bond that had kept them together through everything. She let that love flow through her, pushing it toward the curse, letting it clash with the dark energy radiating from the symbol.

The symbol hissed and flickered, its glow intensifying as it fought back. But Amara didn't waver. She pushed harder, her hands trembling with the force of the energy coursing through her. The love she felt for Sam and Dean was stronger than the curse. It had to be.

Beside her, Castiel's eyes glowed faintly with angelic power, his voice growing louder, more forceful as he continued the incantation. His hand hovered above the symbol, fingers splayed as he directed his celestial energy toward it. The room seemed to tremble under the weight of the power they were wielding together—an unstoppable force of human emotion and divine strength.

The ground beneath them shook, the symbol flaring with one last burst of energy before it began to crack. The dark lines split apart, like cracks in glass, spider-webbing out from the centre. Amara could feel the curse weakening, its grip on Sam and Dean loosening as the love she had for them surged forward, overwhelming the darkness that had threatened to destroy them.