Title: Marked
Author: Enkidu07
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me.
Challenge Word: tilt
A/N: Happy Birthday to my BosCon friend, mainegirlwrites! Hope your 'special' birthday was extra amazing... I see on fb that maybe it really really was. 300 words to add to the deliciousness.

Sam grunts behind him, the first sign that something's wrong. Dean slows, turns back in time to see Sam tilt forward, then slam head first into the dirt, dust flying up in delicate poofs.

Sam's fingers are scrambling for purchase when Dean slides in beside him. "She's in me. Dean. Get 'er out."

Holy water and lead have no effect. Sam's controlling her but he's tiring.

A call to Bobby and Dean has a plan.

"We have to make you inhospitable, dude."

Sam's eyes narrow.

"Bobby has runes that will force her out. We just put them on you."

Sam's laid out on the bed, jeans slung low, torso bare.

Dean's ready to finger-paint.

At the first touch, Sam jerks, his eyes flick to Dean's. "Sorry."

Dean wraps a hand around his side, slots it into his hip. "I don't know if this will hurt."

"Doesn't matter. Just keep going, okay?" Sam's breathless, locks his eyes on the ceiling.

Dean draws carefully. The first two symbols are easy. Sam breathes deep, only grunts and flinches a couple of times. Dean scans his face.

"It's cold."

The last one's a struggle. She's holding on, starting to fight, and Sam's abs twitch and ripple under his fingertips. Dean puts some weight on him as Sam starts to writhe, "I've got you, dude. Hang in there, Sammy."

As he finishes the last mark, Sam's skin is hot to the touch, his face awash with pain.

There's an… echo, the room pulses once, and Sam falls still, breathing heavy but body lax.

"Sam?" Dean wipes his fingers on his jeans, scrambles up the bed to check Sam's pulse.

"She's gone," Sam whispers, tired smile curling his lips.

Dean slumps by the bed, stares at his stained fingers, thinks of ways to keep them safe.

end.