Small Cuts (Supernatural Dark!fic)

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

"And way down we go
Way down we go
Say way down we go
Way down we go" 
Way Down We Go - KALEO 

The bunker was quiet, the dim light from the TV flickering against the walls as The Shining played on the screen. It was one of Dean's favourites—classic Stephen King, full of tension and suspense—but right now, neither he nor Sam seemed particularly focused on the movie. Instead, they were doing what they did best: teasing Amara.

Amara sat between the brothers on the couch, her legs tucked under her, trying to focus on the film. But it was hard when Dean kept making snide comments about Jack Nicholson's performance and Sam would throw in the occasional dry remark that made her laugh despite herself.

"You know," Dean said with a grin, his arm stretched along the back of the couch behind Amara, "Jack's got nothin' on you when it comes to getting that look in your eyes."

Amara blinked, glancing at him. "What look?"

"You know, the one you get when you're about to burn someone with your sass," Dean teased, flashing her a smirk. "Real killer vibes."

Sam chuckled softly from the other side of her, his elbow resting on the arm of the couch as he leaned in slightly. "He's not wrong. You've got that deadly stare down."

Amara rolled her eyes, feeling a blush creep up her neck despite herself. "Oh, please. I'm not that bad."

Dean's smirk widened, and he leaned in a little closer, his voice dropping to that low, teasing tone she had come to associate with trouble. "Nah, sweetheart, you're worse. You don't even have to swing an axe to make guys like us sweat."

Amara felt the warmth in her cheeks spread, and she tried to focus on the movie, but the brothers weren't about to let her off that easily. She could feel their attention on her, their teasing words making her more flustered by the second.

"You're doing that thing again," Sam said, his voice soft but filled with playful condescension.

Amara glanced at him, confused. "What thing?"

"The thing where you blush and pretend you're not the most dangerous person in the room," Sam teased, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Come on, Amara, don't play coy."

Dean nodded in agreement, his grin only growing. "Yeah, like we don't know what's going on in that head of yours. You've got us figured out by now."

Amara groaned softly, sinking a little further into the couch. "You two are impossible."

But the brothers didn't let up. They started talking over her again, like she wasn't even there.

"See, Sam, I told you," Dean said, his voice taking on that mock-serious tone. "She thinks she's all innocent, but really, she's got us right where she wants us."

Sam chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, she's definitely got that whole 'sweet and dangerous' thing going. Makes guys fall over themselves just to get a smile."

Amara's blush deepened, and she could feel her heart racing as they continued to tease her, their voices laced with that playful condescension that always got under her skin. They knew exactly how to fluster her, and they were enjoying every second of it.

Amara settled back into the couch, trying to focus on the movie, but the energy in the room had already shifted. Sam and Dean had that look again—the one that meant they were gearing up to tease her mercilessly, and she could already feel her heart start to race in anticipation.

Dean leaned a little closer, his arm draped casually behind her, but the way his fingers tapped lightly against the back of the couch was anything but casual. "You know, Sammy," he said, his voice low and easy, "I was thinking... maybe Amara's getting a little too comfortable."