Small Cuts (Supernatural Dark!fic)

o n e - h u n d r e d + e i g h t

"Got out on good behaviour
I'm sorry kid but I can't be your
Saviour" 
n/A - Bring Me The Horizon 

Amara felt the darkness wrap around her like a suffocating blanket, pulling her deeper into the void. The Entity's presence filled her mind, drowning out her thoughts, her emotions, everything that made her who she was. It was cold—so cold—like icy fingers tightening around her heart, squeezing the life out of her. She had given in, let the Entity take her, because it was the only way to save them. To save Sam. Dean. Castiel. Jack.

They'll be safe now, she told herself. I had to do this.

But even as the thought passed through her mind, she could still feel them. Sam's desperation, Dean's fury, Castiel's determination—it all seeped through the haze, bleeding into her consciousness. She hadn't cut herself off from them completely. Their emotions were like cracks in the walls of her mind, letting her know that they hadn't given up. That they were still trying to reach her.

But it was too late. The Entity was in control now.

You're mine, it whispered, its voice wrapping around her like a noose. You don't need to fight anymore.

Amara's body felt heavy, like it was no longer hers to command. The weight of the Entity's power pressed down on her, making her limbs feel like lead. She couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. She was a prisoner in her own skin, watching through eyes that no longer obeyed her.

And then, slowly, she felt herself rising.

Her feet left the ground, her body lifting as if pulled by invisible strings. The sensation was strange—weightless, disconnected—as though she were floating above everything, watching herself from a distance. The room spun beneath her, the chaos essence swirling like a storm around her. She could hear the frantic voices of Sam and Dean below, their shouts muffled and distant.

But the Entity's hold tightened, pulling her higher, twisting her limbs in ways that made her stomach churn. Her arms were outstretched, her body hovering above the circle, the symbols glowing fiercely beneath her. It was like being held by something far too powerful, something ancient and malevolent. She wasn't in control.

For a brief, fleeting moment, something in her mind stirred. A flicker of resistance. She couldn't do this. She couldn't let the Entity win. Not like this.

Fight back, a voice in the back of her mind whispered. Don't give up.

Amara's thoughts pushed against the suffocating presence, struggling to find a foothold in the chaos. She tried to fight, to push the Entity away, even just a little. But the moment she resisted, the Entity responded.

It was like a whip cracking through her body—sudden, sharp, and excruciating.

Her bones.

She felt it before she heard it. The sickening crunch of her bones snapping under the pressure, the horrifying sensation of her arm twisting at an unnatural angle. The pain shot through her like a lightning bolt, white-hot and blinding, and for a moment, everything in her mind went silent, consumed by the agony.

The sound was worse. The crack of bone breaking, echoing through her ears, followed by the deep, guttural noise of her own scream—though she wasn't sure if it was her scream or something the Entity forced out of her.

She gasped, her body jerking violently in the air, but she couldn't move. Couldn't do anything to stop it. Her limbs were no longer her own. The Entity was in control, and it was punishing her for trying to fight back.