Small Cuts (Supernatural Dark!fic)

e i g h t y - s i x

"Failure find me
To hang me up now
By my neck cause I'm a fate worse than death"
Sarcasm - Get Scared

The oppressive silence in the bunker hung heavy, as if the entire space was holding its breath. The entity's voice had gone quiet, but its presence still lingered, wrapping around Amara like an invisible chain, its malice curling into the corners of her mind. Dean paced furiously, the frustration and protectiveness radiating off him in waves, while Sam remained at her side, trying to keep her grounded, his hand gently resting on her arm.

Amara's heart pounded in her chest, the overwhelming feeling of dread suffocating her. Her skin felt too tight, the air too cold. The entity's whispers still echoed faintly in her ears, twisting her thoughts, making her feel small and helpless.

And then, in the blink of an eye, the temperature in the room shifted. The cold that had been pressing down on them dissipated, and for the first time in what felt like hours, the air felt normal again. Amara gasped, as if she'd been holding her breath, her chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths.

A sudden rush of wind swept through the bunker. The lights flickered one last time, and then, with a soft whoosh, Castiel appeared in the middle of the room, his trench coat fluttering behind him as he landed, looking more determined than usual.

Dean exhaled in relief the moment he saw him. "Finally! Where the hell have you been, Cas?"

Castiel's sharp blue eyes scanned the room, taking in the mess of papers and the tense expressions on all their faces. "I've been searching for answers," he said, his voice low but urgent. "And I've found them."

Sam stepped closer, his brow furrowed with concern. "What's going on, Cas? What's after Amara?"

Castiel's gaze softened when it landed on Amara, his concern clear. "It's a Primordial Entity," he said, his tone grave. "Older than anything we've faced before."

Amara's heart sank. She had known it was something ancient, something powerful, but hearing it confirmed made her blood run cold. "What is it?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Castiel stepped toward her, his expression serious. "It's a being tied to chaos itself, something that existed before the world as we know it. It's drawn to you because of your abilities—because of your divine lineage. You've been a threat to it since the moment you were born."

Dean frowned, his hand tightening around the handle of his gun. "Why now? Why is this thing coming for her now?"

Castiel's jaw tightened. "Because you defeated Paimon. Amara's abilities have been growing, and the defeat of Paimon has made her even more of a beacon for this entity. It's been watching her for a long time, waiting for the right moment. And now that the protection has worn off, it's closing in."

Amara swallowed hard, the weight of Castiel's words settling over her like a heavy blanket. "What does it want from me?" She asked, her voice trembling.

Castiel's gaze was sympathetic, but there was a hard edge to his words. "It wants to end you. You're a threat to its existence. Your abilities—your power—are tied to the divine. And a being like this cannot allow that power to grow unchecked."

Dean's jaw clenched, his protectiveness flaring. "Well, it's gonna have to go through us first."

Sam nodded in agreement, his expression resolute. "We're not letting this thing get to her."

Castiel shook his head. "This entity is far more powerful than anything you've faced before. It can't be killed, not in the way we're used to."

Amara's heart pounded in her chest. "Then how do we stop it?"