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The Blue Lady of Marywood

Chapter four

The blue team was sitting around the table in the library drinking wine and talking, nothing had happened this time on the second floor so they came back a little early. Dean had managed to follow the fishing line while no one was watching and noticed that it led into one of the walls, making it easy enough for someone to hide behind the wall and manipulate the door. He had smiled to himself, so there were secret passages hidden behind the walls. He couldn't wait to tell Sam. He wondered if he had found anything in the basement. His thoughts were interrupted as the red team suddenly burst into the room out of breath.

"What happened?" Bishop asked.

"She started to appear…We actually saw her."

"Where's Sam?" Dean stood up immediately when his brother didn't come in with the others.

"He told us to go but for some reason he stayed back. We figured he was going to watch for awhile then follow us…. We thought he was right behind us."

Dean's heart started pounding as he grabbed a candle and headed for the door.

"Hey, where do you think you're going?" Kirk asked.

"I'm going to find him."

"He's not on your team. Don't worry about him; he's not your concern."

"Get the hell out of my way!" Dean glared at Kirk ready to knock him down if he tried to stop him from checking on his brother.

"But that thing is down there, we saw it." Betty stood shivering by the table.

Dean ignored her, all he cared about was that Sam was down there and might need his help. He started running toward the basement door.

"Hold up I'll go with you." Stedson ran to catch up with Dean.

Dean started down the steps with Stedson right behind him.

"Sam!" He shouted as he carefully made his way in the darkness and started heading down one of the hallways. "Sam!"

"Sam you down here?" Stedson called out.

"Where did you see him last?" Dean glanced at Stedson as he held his candle up to light the hallway.

"Down the hall and to the left. That's where that thing started to appear."

Dean ran down the hallway.

"Sam!" His heart pounded so hard it felt like it was going to break through his chest. Where was his brother? "Sam if you can't talk try to make some kind of sound, we'll hear you!"

When there was no answer Dean tried to keep himself from fearing the worse but then saw something that made a cold chill run down his spine. A pool of blood lay a short distance in front of him, but what was even worse was that Sam's necklace, the vial now broken, lay in the middle of it. A blood smear led down a hallway to the left then disappeared as if someone had been dragged and then picked up.

"Sam! Sammy!" Dean ran down the hallway screaming in each doorway. Tears welled up in his eyes. "Damn it Sammy where are you?"

"Maybe that thing's got him. We should get out of here." Stedson started to head back but Dean grabbed his arm.

"We're not leaving here without him." He left go of him and continued shouting for his brother. "Sam!"

"Oh my God!" Stedson stood at the entrance to one of the rooms holding his candle up, he looked terrified. Dean ran over to him and looked into the room.

Sam was in the room tied to one of the box springs that was up against the wall. His arms stretched above his head, the wires from the box spring were wrapped tightly around them holding him upright on the contraption, the sharp edges cutting deep into his flesh. Blood ran down his arms and dripped onto the floor. His head hung down on his chest and the blood from the cut on the back of his head ran down over his shoulder and onto his chest.

"Sammy!" Dean hurried to his brother's side. "Oh God Sammy!" He put two fingers on the side of his neck then shut his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief when he finally felt a heartbeat.

"Who did this to him?"

"Well it wasn't a ghost." Dean spat out. "Help me get him down."

They gently lay the box spring down on the floor and carefully began unwrapping the wires from Sam's arms. Some of the wires were deeply embedded in his skin and it took a while to remove them without causing further damage to his arms. Once they were done they put their candles in the hallway to light the way. Then they gently picked Sam up, Dean holding him by his shoulders, Stedson taking his legs. Dean swallowed the lump in his throat, through all this Sam hadn't even moved.

They finally made it back to the library and carried Sam in and put him on the couch. The guests all gathered around him.

"Oh my God, what happened to him?" Janet said seeing all the blood. "Who would want to hurt him?"

"I don't know, but I'm going to find out." Dean glanced around at the group wondering if any of them had anything to do with it.

"Did that spirit or whatever it was do this?" Betty asked.

"No spirit did this." Dean said as he gently turned Sam's head to the side and winced when he saw the large bump and deep gash on the back of his brother's head. But what really concerned him was that when he turned his head blood ran out of his ear and nose.

Janet sucked in her breath.

"Oh the poor boy, he could be bleeding in his brain."

Hearing her words, Dean shut his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, he had to hold it together for Sam's sake.

"Some one get me some towels from the kitchen, wet and dry…But don't go alone."

"Palmer, go with me." Sampson said. They left the room and returned a short time later with the items. Dean carefully picked up Sam's head and put a rolled up wet towel under it. It quickly became saturated with blood.

"He's going to bleed to death." Manson stated.

"He's not going to bleed to death, head wounds always bleed badly." Betty stated then looked at Dean. "You got to apply a firm pressure until the bleeding slows down."

Dean already knew what to do; his dad had taught them well. He kept pressure on the wound until the bleeding finally slowed, then stopped. He then removed the towel and replaced it with a clean dry one. Dean, with the help of Janet, carefully removed Sam's shirt and cleaned his arms the best they could.

"Who would torture him like this?" She asked Dean as she helped clean the deep wounds the wires had made.

Dean blinked back tears as he looked at Sam's injuries. Someone had wrapped the rusted wires tightly around his arms in order to hold him upright on the box spring causing deep puncture wounds, not caring how much they might have hurt him. Dean could feel the anger and hated for who ever did this growing in him. Who ever it was, he was going to make them pay for hurting his brother.

TBC