You woke suddenly, breath hitching, heart drumming a sluggish rhythm in your chest. The room was dark, the air thick with the soft buzz of magic. You pulled on your shoes in a daze, hands moving without thought. You didn’t know where you were going.
But your body did.
It carried you forward, out of the motel you shared with Sam and Dean, through the sleeping town, past the streetlights that flickered like dying stars. You were a passenger within your own skin, watching through your own eyes but unable to turn back.
Distantly, you thought—is this what Aurora, Sleeping Beauty, felt? That slow, dreambound pull into the unknown. A compulsion not of her own making. And yet, she followed, just as you did now.
The night swallowed you whole. The road stretched, endless beneath your feet. Fear flickered at the edges of your mind, whispering warnings you could no longer heed. You should be fighting this. But you weren’t. You couldn’t.
The trees grew thick, black silhouettes against the night sky. You stepped into the forest, the air colder, heavier, pressing against your skin like a second presence. You walked deeper. And deeper. Until the trees broke apart, revealing a clearing bathed in silver light.
And there—standing still, waiting—was her.
Amara.
The Darkness.
Why were you here? She had claimed Dean—marked him as hers. She had no business with you. Shouldn't she be invading his mind, drawing him to her?
And yet.
Your name fell from her lips, rich and regal, a summons wrapped in velvet.
She stood before you, draped in darkness, her gown flowing like ink spilled into eternity. There was something divine about her. The old kind of divinity—the kind that didn’t ask for worship, only demanded.
The force holding you in place loosened its grip. You stopped just short of her, your breath misting in the cool night air.
The Bunker was the most secure place you knew. But it was on your first night back under its roof after the latest end of the world. You were getting dressed for another hunt right off the rip from another.
You washed your face and essentials before heading back out. Only someone appeared in front of you. You jerked back. “You.” You didn’t want to corner yourself so you simply didn’t move.
The Darkness’ chocolate eyes moved up and down you, a faint smile lighting her face, but not moving her mouth. “You,” she answered. She really did smile, stepping closer.
You wouldn’t surrender any ground, but she was closing in.
She was dressed more contemporary, in a nice yet long black skirt and a shirt which didn’t quite cover her belly but was secure all down her arms. “I was hoping to speak to you.”
You nearly flinched. Why you? Why not Dean? He was off with her gift, quite possibly. His mother. But she was interested in you. “Why?”
“You were...” One of her classily accessorized fingers ghosted a bit of your hair. “...kind. Before you knew who- what - I was, and then after. You weren’t afraid.” Her finger trailed down your face, coming to lift your chin. “And I want... more from this world.”
You frowned. Still confused. More?
Her eyes moved up to meet your suddenly, super focused. “Come away with me. For now. Let me show you what I can do, and you can show me the finer intricacies of your world.” She smiled brightly.
You hesitated for a moment. You wanted to ask why again, why she wanted you, why you should go, but she was God’s sister and she’d come to you. “Okay,” you murmured to her.
Her smile widened. She took your hands and the two of you were suddenly in... another place. The cobblestone streets were filled with loudly speaking and loudly dressed people, walking and dancing down the streets. Some had large decoration and others had lights or noise makers.
You covered your ears at the sudden change in your surroundings. You shut your eyes and tried to start again. The bright sun took a moment to acclimate, then you saw the area with new eyes. “We’re in New Orleans?” you asked in shock.
“Yes,” she answered simply.
“You need help communicating?”
“Yes. This place is too fast and they do not say what they mean.”
“Superior beings and bloody contractions,” you whispered to yourself. You smiled at the woman, arms extended to both your sides. “Where would you like to go first?”
Chuck had left the room and returned in a short time. When he came back he held a bottle of dark blue liquid. Its consistency was like honey, maybe a bit thinner.
“You sure you want to let him use a random potion on you?” It was Lucifer who had said it in a judgmental tone.
“Rather him than you, eh?” I raise my eyebrows at him. “At least he’s never stabbed me in the stomach.”
He looked at me bitterly, and then smiled. “Touche.”
I looked over at Chuck who stood there waiting with the bottle. “So whaddya need me to do?”
“Just hold out your arm and I’ll do the rest.” He states simply as he opened the bottle.
I hold out my arm. Sam watches with curiosity. Dean watches with a scowl. Lucifer also looks on curiously.
Chuck grabs the bottom of my arm with a towel in his hand, obviously to catch liquid that falls off. He starts speaking in a language I’m pretty sure is Enochian, though I have no idea what he says. Clearly Lucifer does because he lets out a dramatic gasp.
Tilting the bottle upside down the potion began to pour and pool on my skin. Chuck was right, it didn't hurt. I just felt this heat on my skin. It felt like someone laid a heating pad on my arm.
He wiped the potion completely off my skin. “So it didn't work?”
“See for yourself.” He says, not looking away from my arm.
Looking down I see a black mark that ran across my skin. It looked like cracks broke across my arm. Why does it look like that? Even with all my confusion, I don’t feel scared.
Laughing Lucifer says. “Turns out you’re more important to this than we thought.”
Dean looked towards him, pissed “What the hell does that mean?!”
Lucifer narrowed his eyes. “It means she’s Amaras uh– special little human.” He laughed. “This is great news guys! No, really. We can use her against Amara now!” Lucifer exclaims while standing behind me clasping his hands on my shoulders.
“Absolutely not!” Chuck states angrily while pulling me away.
Sam pops in worriedly. “What exactly does he mean by “her special human”?? What does that mark mean?? How would we be able to use her against Amara??”
“Ok, ok, Sammy calm down. No ones getting used against Amara and Y/n isn’t Amara’s “special” anything.” Dean claims impatiently.
Normally I would be a little more cautious of the tight grip holding me. Especially considering that the hand holding me was God’s. But, a part of me felt almost somewhere else. It felt like someplace else a part of me is opening her eyes for the first time to see something new. A new perspective. It made focusing so very hard.
My arm looked like someone had broken that of a porcelain dolls. Despite lack of pain there was a light throb that started to accompany the heat. Should it feel like that?
“Is someone going to explain or are we just going to stand here staring at her damn arm?!” Dean exclaims, causing me to jump.
I look over to Chuck. “What- what does this mean exactly?” I ask.
He met my eyes again before letting go of my arm completely. He started to move around the room as he monologue. “As I’ve said before, Amara was never fond of my creations. She hated everything I made, no matter what it was. I didn’t want her to feel like that.” He looked at my arm like he was guilty. “I wanted her to see the same beauty in creation as she saw in destruction,” This time he met my eyes. “I didn’t want to trap her. I wanted my sister to be around. It was selfish from the start,” He sighed and scratched his head. “But I striked up an offer.”
My voice came out quiet and caring as I asked him. “What kind of offer?”
Chuck stared at me for a moment. Like he was trying to find the word.
“Love,” He said. “The one thing none of us can refuse. Not even her.” His eyes drifted around. “It wasn’t too hard. I made a soul and attached it to a very simple spell so it’d be easy to find. If you knew it of course. So I made the human soul, and I sent it out into the world.” he exclaims, throwing his hands out to point at the world. “Problem is,” he said, holding out his finger. “Because of how special that soul was I couldn’t control where it went without causing it damage. If I got too close to the soul for too long it would start dying.”
“Why?” Dean asked.
Chuck looked a little angry at being interrupted. “Because,” He said sharply. “If you haven’t paid attention, this soul was made specifically for Amara. The human is perfect for her. They have a small piece of her in them and that small piece can be ripped out by me holding the soul too long.” He states. “I couldn’t control where the soul went. It had to go on its own. We had no idea how long it would take for them to show up again.” He points to me. “Clearly none of us anticipated this long and Amara is impatient. She only waited a few hundred years before getting angry enough to no longer care if,” He looks me in the eye. “If you existed or not… I had no choice, if I wanted to keep my creations and my children around, I had to seal her away.”
~~Somewhere else in the world~~
It wasn’t just Y/n who felt the pull. The feeling of being somewhere you weren’t Like looking through the wrong eyes. Finding a missing piece. A feeling she felt when she gave her brother a piece of herself to make her something special.
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Amara is not known for her calm, especially at the beginning of her (well, technically second) existence.
You are one of the eldest creatures in this world. But in comparison to God and his sister, you are "the youngest child in the family."
And this is how Amara saw you: a child. A foolish, attention-seeking, and bothering child.
But this time, it was her who needed guidance.
When you first met the Winchesters and they learned what you were, they were terrified, to say the least. Another God to fight, they feared, but it was far from the truth.
The truth was that you loved humans. If we continue the family parallel here, humanity is like a bunch of nieces and nephews in your mind. And you tried to help them as much as you could.
So when the news of the Darkness’s release reached your ears, you were happy. Maybe this time you can do this right. Maybe this time you can be a family.
But soon you realized it was nothing but a hopeless dream.
When you met your sister’s first victim, you wanted to cry. It was nothing but a soulless vessel, shallow and empty. So, after millennias of hiding, you decided to intervene.
You knew that part of it was Chuck’s fault, but you knew better than to confront him alone.
You let out a few tears when you restored your first soul. It was a lot more painful than consuming them. Every time you had to "sew" a broken essence with a small part of your own.
You knew that Amara felt everything. You were sucking her dinner right out of her, and it was just as painful for her as it was for you.
And in this moment, you felt her anger like it was your own. She fumed that some little creature like you could steal away what was hers by the right of her very being.
But you knew that she could learn about the world in another way. In a better way. Consuming knowledge, not other beings.
The waves of the rage of a dark god reached you faster than you anticipated.
When you finally met, after many days and souls, you tried to reason with her. You were hopeful that if you found the right words, you could convince her to stop.
But at the beginning, it was a lost cause.
You fought, and by the end of round one, you were exhausted. She just reborned, fresh out of the womb, and even with the few souls that she managed to absorb, she was stronger than you.
You fell to the ground, and Amara stopped. She said she pitied you and warned you not to stand in her way before she left.
But neither you nor your new friends were ready to let her win, so you continued to find the poor soulless people and fix the horrors that Amara did to them.
It was a circle of fight-retreat-restore a soul-and fight again. A routine you fall into all too quickly.
And it hurt both of you.
Even though the Darkness didn’t want to admit it, after some time, she was not fighting you that hard anymore.
Her blows wickened, and her wards softened. And the look of rage in her eyes changed into one of hurt and betrayal.
"How can you stand against me?!" She screamed and cried, but your answer was always the same.
Imagine Amara meeting you and seeing the beauty in humanity.
Amara had always known it was her nature, her duty, to destroy. Where her brother created, she would leave ruin. Then she met you. You were a human, a hunter, and you would not back down from her. It gave her pause. All the other she’d encountered ran from her, feared her, as she came to expect from all of humanity. It was then, when you stood on front of her, challenging her to lay waste to you and everything around you, that she saw the true beauty in her brother's creation. There had to be more like you out there, and maybe she didn’t have to always destroy, maybe she could change.
