Small Cuts (Supernatural Dark!fic)

s e v e n t y - s i x

"Imagine being loved by me
I won't deny I've got in my mind now all the things I would do
So I'll try to talk refined for fear that you find out how I'm imaginin' you" 
Talk - Hozier 

The bunker's training room was quiet, save for the occasional thud of fists hitting a punching bag or the shuffle of feet against the mat. Amara stood in the centre of the room, dressed in her usual workout gear—a pair of tight-fitting sports shorts and a tank top that clung to her petite frame. Her hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, strands of it sticking to her face from the light sheen of sweat that had already started to form.

Dean was leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed as he watched her with an amused grin. Sam stood a few feet away, stretching his arms, his muscles flexing under the weight of the workout they were about to dive into.

"Come on, Amara," Dean teased, his voice light and playful. "Show us what you've got."

Amara rolled her eyes, trying to hide the smile tugging at her lips. "You're not even warmed up yet, Dean."

Sam chuckled, stepping closer to her. "Yeah, but you're the one we want to see in action. You've been holding your own lately."

Amara raised an eyebrow, a glint of challenge in her eyes. "Oh, have I now? Sounds like you're asking for trouble, Sam."

Dean smirked, pushing off the wall and moving toward them. "Maybe we are."

Before Amara could respond, Dean lunged at her playfully, his hands reaching out to grab her. She dodged quickly, laughing as she twisted out of his grasp, her body moving with practiced ease. Sam joined in, trying to corner her, but Amara ducked under his arms, spinning away with a mischievous grin.

"You two are terrible at this," she teased, her breath quickening as the pace of the playful fight picked up.

Dean circled around her, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Terrible, huh? You sure about that?"

Before she could react, Sam lunged from behind, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her off balance. Amara let out a surprised squeal, trying to wriggle free, but Dean was quick to join in, grabbing her other arm to keep her in place.

"Gotcha," Dean said, his grin wide as he held her in place between them.

Amara squirmed, laughing despite herself. "You two are the worst."

Sam tightened his grip slightly, though it was more playful than restrictive. "What's the matter, Amara? Thought you could handle us?"

Dean chuckled, glancing at Sam. "Maybe she needs to be reminded who's really in charge here."

Amara's heart skipped a beat, the playful atmosphere suddenly shifting as the air between them became a little more charged. The way Dean looked at her, the way Sam's arm tightened around her waist—it was all still fun, but there was an underlying tension that made her pulse quicken.

Sam's voice was low, teasing as he looked at Dean. "What do you think, Dean? Think she forgot?"

Dean's eyes flicked to Amara, his smirk growing. "Yeah, I think she might've. Maybe we should remind her."

Amara's cheeks flushed, her heart racing as she realised they were doing it again—talking about her like she wasn't even there. It always flustered her, the way they could so easily make her feel both out of control and completely at their mercy. It wasn't fair, really, how effortlessly they got under her skin.

Sam glanced down at her, his hand still resting on her waist. "She's got that look again. You know, the one where she's pretending not to be affected."

Dean chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, she does. Cute, isn't it?"