Small Cuts (Supernatural Dark!fic)

n i n e t y - f o u r

"You're in for it
You're in forever"
Drop Stop Roll - Rainbow Kitten Surprise

Amara sat on the edge of her bed, staring down at the Bible in her hands. The weight of everything—the memories she'd seen, the pain and grief she'd felt through Dean and Sam's experiences—clung to her, but one memory stood out most of all. Bobby. She could still see his weathered face, the warmth in his eyes, the way he had placed a comforting hand on Dean's shoulder. There was so much emotion tied to that memory, so much love and loss wrapped up in that single image.

She hadn't asked about Bobby again after the vision. She didn't want to push the brothers, not when it was clear they were still carrying that pain. But now, alone in her room, the questions circled in her mind. Who was Bobby to them? How deep did his influence run in their lives?

A soft knock interrupted her thoughts. Amara blinked, lifting her head as the door creaked open. Dean stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed. His expression was serious but not unkind, and behind him, Sam lingered, watching quietly.

"You got a minute?" Dean asked, his voice rougher than usual, like he was holding something back.

Amara nodded, setting the Bible aside. "Yeah, of course. Come in."

The brothers stepped inside, Sam closing the door behind him. The room suddenly felt smaller, more intimate. They didn't take their usual stances, didn't lean against the wall or pace like they sometimes did when they were tense. Instead, they both sat down on the bed beside her, the weight of whatever they were about to say hanging in the air.

Dean cleared his throat, his gaze dropping to the floor. "We've been thinking... about what you asked earlier. About Bobby."

Amara's heart skipped a beat. She hadn't expected them to bring it up so soon. "You don't have to—"

"No, we do," Sam interrupted gently, his voice softer than Dean's. "We want to tell you."

There was a beat of silence, and then Dean let out a slow breath. "Bobby... he was family. Not by blood, but in every way that matters."

Amara's gaze flicked between them, sensing the depth of their emotions even before they spoke. "He meant a lot to you."

Dean nodded, his jaw tight. "Yeah. He was more of a father to us than... well, than our own dad ever was. He was there for us when we didn't have anyone else."

Sam leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees as he stared at the floor. "Bobby was the one we called when things went south. He taught us how to hunt, how to survive. But more than that, he cared. He wasn't just a hunter. He was... he was family."

Amara's heart ached as she listened to them, sensing how much Bobby had shaped their lives. "What happened to him?"

Dean's face tightened, the memory clearly painful. "He got shot. Died in the hospital, right in front of us."

Amara's breath caught, her chest tightening at the thought. "I'm so sorry."

Dean let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. "It's part of the life, you know? But it doesn't make it any easier. Bobby... he was a hard-ass, but he loved us. He sacrificed more than we ever asked of him. And losing him—it wasn't just losing a hunter. We lost the one person who always had our backs."

Sam's voice was quieter, filled with a deep, unspoken sadness. "Bobby kept us grounded when everything was falling apart. After we lost him... things weren't the same."

Amara reached out instinctively, placing a hand on Sam's arm, feeling the grief radiating off him. "You've lost so many people."

Sam nodded, his eyes clouded with old pain. "Yeah. But Bobby... Bobby was different."