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The Blue Lady of Marywood

Chapter five

"Sam." Dean spoke softly to his brother. "Come on buddy you got to wake up for me." He put his hand on Sam's face and gently patted it but there was no response. He knew he somehow had to wake his brother up. With a concussion the most important thing was to keep the person awake for at least twenty four hours or they could lapse into a coma.

"Has he been awake at all since you found him?" Janet asked.

He swallowed hard and shook his head.

"No."

"That's not good. The longer he remains unconscious the more chance he has of going into a coma. We need to get him medical help, he could die without it."

"We got to find the way out of here."

"There is no way out, you heard Morley, not until Monday." Watson said.

"Oh, there's a way out. I just got to find it."

"How the hell do you know there's a way out of here?" Kirk asked.

"Someone's been playing games with us. Fishing lines taped to doors to shut them, candles that have the wick coated with fire resistant wax so they'll go out." Dean looked around at the stunned guests. "So if anyone of you is involved in this and know a way out you better let me know now, because if my brother…"

"Your brother? The rules plainly stated no two members from the same family…You automatically forfeit your right to the money." Kirk said

Dean spun around angrily and faced Kirk, his fist clenching and unclenching at his side, just waiting for a reason to punch him.

"To hell with the money and the rules! My brother needs help and I'm going to get it for him! And if I find out one of you was involved in hurting him….!"

"Look, why don't we get Sam up to one of the bedrooms and make him comfortable. Morley said there were medical supplies in the bathroom upstairs. After we get him settled we can look for away out of here." Sampson stepped between them interrupting Dean, hoping to avoid a fight.

"Okay, but everybody stick together." Dean warned as he turned away from Kirk.

They carefully carried Sam up to one of the bedrooms and put him on the bed. After Dean made him as comfortable as he could he turned to the others.

"Why don't you all go look for a way out of here. I'm pretty sure there are secret passages behind the walls. Knock down bookcases, press on bricks, and try anything to see if you can get the wall to open. Try the room where we saw the door move first. The rigged fishing line went into the wall so there has to be space enough behind it for someone to stand and pull the line. But don't any of you go off by yourself, who ever did this to my brother could still be out there. Also see if you can find one of the bathrooms and bring back bandages and any medical supplies you can grab."

They divided into groups and began to head out into the hallway.

"I know where the bathroom is." Carol spoke up. "Will someone please go with me?"

Stedson offered to go, they left and returned a short time later with a basin of water, clean bandages, and antibiotic cream. Stedson then headed off with Wilcox and Manson. Carol was about to follow them when Dean grabbed her arm.

"Carol do you mind helping me with Sam?" He asked.

"Sure." She smiled at him warmly. Once they were alone she started to walk over toward Sam's bed but was grabbed by Dean who spun her around.

"Who the hell are you?"

"What do you mean?" She tried to pull away but he only held her arm tighter.

"No one knew where the bathrooms were. We didn't see any when we were up here before. You were here before weren't you? I want to know what's going on and how to get my brother out of here."

Carol broke down crying.

"No one was suppose to get hurt. He said he just wanted to scare everybody."

"Who, Morley?"

"No, he has nothing to do with this…His name is Michael Hamond, he's my cousin. He owns this place."

"What's going on Carol? Why's he doing this?"

"He bought the house a few years ago and was going to tear it down, but then he heard about the legend and decided to see if he could get people to rent it out. You know for TV shows, movie sets, ghost hunters….that sort of thing. So he decided to hang onto the house and when Morley gave him an offer of twenty five thousand to rent the place for the weekend well… he jumped on it."

"Well why didn't he take the money and run? Why did he rig up the place?...And why did he hurt my brother?"

"He wanted to scare people, he figured if something happened in the house more people would be interested in renting it out. He thought he could make a lot of money."

"But why did he hurt my brother?" Dean repeated the question.

"I don't know…. I swear I don't know. He said no one would be hurt….Michael must have panicked…maybe Sam saw something and Michael thought he would ruin his plans."

"How do I get my brother out of here?"

"I don't know. He never told me about the secret passages."

"If you're lying to me…"

"No, I swear I'm not. Dean I'm so sorry, I never thought anyone would be hurt." She looked down at Sam. "I'm so, so sorry Sam." She then looked back up at Dean, tears in her eyes. "He hurt him bad didn't he?"

"Yeah, he did." His own eyes filled up as he looked at Sam. He blinked back the tears and quickly looked away trying to hide his emotions. "I got to get him cleaned up."

He reached for the basin of water, but Carol took it out of his hand.

"Please let me help you."

Together they gently cleaned Sam's head wound and bandaged it. Dean then took a clean cloth and wiped the blood from his ear and nose praying it didn't mean his brother was bleeding inside his brain like Janet had said. They then washed his scratched and bloody arms, put the cream on the cuts, and then wrapped them in gauze. Just as they were finishing up Sam finally started to come around. Dean grabbed his hand and gently squeezed it.

"Come on Sam you need to wake up for me on buddy…come on…."

"Ohhhhh……oh God." Sam moaned as he slowly opened his eyes and looked into the relieved face of his brother. "Dean…What….what's going on?" He tried to push himself up on the bed but the room immediately started spinning. "Oh man…" He groaned and fell back on the bed.

Dean gently put his hands on Sam's shoulder holding him down.

"Easy Sam, easy. You got a nasty bump on the back of your head and you need to lay still."

"Oh man I feel sick…Oh God Dean …everything is spinning." Sam tried to swallow the bile that was rising up in his throat but couldn't. "I'm going to…going to be sick."

Dean quickly grabbed the wastebasket and held it over for Sam who leaned over and threw up.

"I'm sorry…I'm sorry…"Sam repeated as he lay back down his stomach still churning inside him.

"Hey, what are big brothers for?" Dean smiled but couldn't hide the worry from his face. Sam looked terrible, his skin pale and clammy.

Sam grabbed for the basket again and continued throwing up till there was nothing left in his stomach. He blinked back tears as he lay back down, embarrassed to have shown his brother how sick he really was.

"I'm sorry…. sorry Dean…can't help it…everything keeps spinning…"

"No need to apologize Sammy. I'm just glad you're back with us." Dean gave Sam a small smile.

Just then a scream resonated through the hallway.

Dean and Carol both turned toward the door.

"You stay here with Sam. I'll go check it out." Dean took his necklace off and put it over Sam's head. It was the only thing he could think of to try and protect him.

"No…no Dean…you need it…." Sam weakly tried to take it off.

"No Sam." Dean pulled Sam's hands down. "You keep it on. If this thing is around and comes after us, you're in no condition to try and fight it."

"Dean please….it will kill you…"

Dean put his hand on Sam's shoulder and gave a gentle squeezed.

"I'll be fine Bro, you just rest and I'll be right back." He walked over to Carol.

"Take care of him till I get back and keep him awake."

"You be careful."

"I'll be fine…Remember what I told you, if you see the Blue Lady don't look her in the eye. She can't hurt you as long as you don't look her in the eye." Dean hoped that was true.

"You mean there really is a Blue Lady?"

"I hope not but…." He shrugged his shoulder slightly.

He glanced over at his brother before he started out the door.

"Dean!...Wait!..." Sam wasn't thinking clearly and tried to get out of bed. He had to go with his brother; he might need help, but as soon as he tried to stand the room began to spin. He took a few steps then collapsed on the floor. Dean and Carol rushed over and helped him back into bed.

"Now listen to me Sam." Dean held Sam's face between his hands and looked into his eyes. "I got to see what's going on. I'll be fine, I promise you, but I can't be worrying about you trying to follow me. You need to stay here, do you understand me?"

Sam nodded.

"But if she comes after you…you're going to need this." Sam fingered the necklace.

"If the Blue Lady comes looking for me, I'll lead her back here. You just hang onto the necklace and have it ready for me." He knew he had to tell Sam something so he would think he was helping him and maybe it would calm him down a little.

"Okay….just …be careful."

"Don't worry, I'll be back." Dean ran into the hallway and headed toward the screams.

TBC