Small Cuts (Supernatural Dark!fic)

e i g h t y - n i n e

"Your head will collapse, and there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself
Where is my mind?"
Where Is My Mind - Pixies

The drive back to the bunker was tense. Amara sat in the back seat, staring out the window as the familiar landscape blurred by. But she wasn't seeing any of it—not really. Her mind was swirling, the presence of the Primordial Entity still lurking in the background, tugging at her thoughts. She clutched the Bible tightly in her lap, but even its familiar weight didn't ease the growing sense of unease gnawing at her.

The air inside the Impala felt charged, like a storm brewing just below the surface. Sam and Dean exchanged quiet glances from the front, both aware of the tension but unsure how to break it. Amara's breathing had become shallow, her pulse racing as a sharp pressure built in her chest. The whispers she had heard earlier were back, faint but persistent, as if the entity was whispering directly into her mind.

Her powers stirred inside her, unbidden and intense. She could feel the emotions of Sam and Dean more acutely than before—Dean's protectiveness, sharp and fierce, like a burning flame. Sam's concern, calm and steady but tinged with a deep undercurrent of worry. Their emotions pressed in on her, overwhelming her senses, and she clenched her fists, trying to block them out.

"Amara?" Sam's voice broke through the haze, soft and full of concern. He glanced back at her, his eyes searching her face. "You okay?"

Amara swallowed hard, her throat tight. "I don't know," she whispered, her voice trembling. "It's... it's getting worse. I can feel everything, Sam. I can't—" She broke off, squeezing her eyes shut as a sharp wave of emotion crashed over her, making her heart race.

Dean shot her a quick glance in the rearview mirror, his voice tense. "Hang on, we're almost back."

Amara's hands shook as she pressed them against her temples, trying to steady herself. The entity's presence loomed larger, its whispers growing louder, more insistent. She could feel her powers surging inside her, out of control. Her empathy, once a gentle pulse in the background, now felt like a tidal wave, flooding her mind with the emotions of those around her.

The Impala pulled up to the bunker, and Amara stumbled out of the car, her breath coming in short gasps. She could feel the entity's presence, pressing down on her like a weight she couldn't shake.

Sam was at her side in an instant, his hand on her arm. "We've got you," he said softly. "Just breathe."

Dean hurried to unlock the bunker's door, his movements sharp and focused. "Let's get you inside."

Amara blinked through the haze of emotions swirling around her, her heart pounding in her chest. They made their way inside, the familiar coolness of the bunker wrapping around them like a protective shield. But the entity's presence still lingered, its whispers gnawing at the edges of Amara's mind.

As they entered the main room, Castiel and Jack were already there, waiting. Jack looked up, his expression softening when he saw Amara. He stepped toward her, concern etched across his face.

"Amara," Jack said gently. "Are you okay?"

Amara tried to respond, but her throat felt tight. She could feel the entity's presence, pressing harder now, and her powers were spiking again, making it hard to think. The room felt too small, the emotions of everyone around her too loud.

Jack's eyes flickered with understanding. "I can feel it too," he said softly. "The chaos. It's overwhelming, but you're not alone in this."

Amara's breath hitched as she met his gaze. Jack stepped closer, his presence warm and steady, and for the first time in hours, the pressure inside her chest began to ease. His calmness washed over her, and she let out a shaky breath.