Thanks once more for the reviews, I appreciate them. I'm going to try to add a chapter a day to get rid of this one before Christmas break.

The Blue Lady of Marywood

Chapter six

Dean headed down the dark hallway and soon ran into some of the other guests.

"Where did that scream come from?" He asked Kirk.

"Sounded like it was coming from the end of the hallway."

They ran down the hallway as a group and only slowed down when they saw Betty standing in the hallway her hands up to her mouth, a terrified look on her face.

"Betty." Dean called to her but she didn't move only stood staring into one of the bedrooms. "Everybody wait here." He said before continuing down the hallway alone. He put his hand on Betty's arm. "Betty…Betty what's wrong?" Her mouth moved but nothing came out. Dean gently took her arm and led her back to the group. "Betty we're here, you're safe now, what's the matter?" He said softly trying to calm her down.

She finally looked at him, tears streamed down her face.

"Oh my God she killed him?" She said sobbing.

"Who Betty?"

"The Blue Lady….She killed him! She killed Nate! She just suddenly appeared. I looked away like you told us to do but Nate…Nate looked up at her. She…Oh my God she started hitting him with an ax! She just kept hitting him over and over in his face!" She covered her face with her hands. "Oh God it was horrible!"

"Everybody stay here." Dean ordered, then turned and went back down the hallway. He entered the bedroom and held up his candle. He hissed in his breath when he saw the horror of what lay before him. Nate's body lay crumbled on the floor in a large pool of blood, his face completely obliterated. Dean swallowed the bile rising in his throat as he looked at what use to be a face. But a movement to his left caused him to look away. Out of the corner of his eye he could see her standing in a blue mist. He could even see the axe hanging from her hand, Nate's blood dripping from it. She started drifting toward him and he quickly averted his eyes. The figure stayed in front of him glowing brighter and brighter waiting for him to look at it. When he didn't, it began to drift toward the door and out into the hallway.

"Don't look her in the eyes!" Dean screamed a warning to the group in the hallway.

As the Blue Lady moved toward them they all looked down or turned away. She floated between them slowly, as if daring someone to look at her. When they didn't, she drifted down the hallway. Dean came out of the room and watched her slowly moving away. Then he realized where she was heading.

"Sam!" Dean gasped as he ran after the spirit. He watched in horror as it entered his brother's room. Dean ran in right behind her. Carol stood near the door her hands over her eyes trembling with fear; luckily she had heard his warning. He quickly looked over at Sam who lay in bed unconscious. "Oh thank God." Dean breathed a sigh of relief. He knew Carol was told to keep Sam awake because of his concussion but he also knew as long as Sam was unconscious he would be safe from the spirit. The Blue Lady stood at his bed as if willing him to wake up. Dean could see the necklace around his brother's neck and slowly began to reach toward it, but just then Sam moaned a little and began to move.

No Sammy, stay asleep, you got to stay asleep. Dean said to himself as he kept his eyes on his brother. He didn't know what would happen if his brother woke up and looked into the spirit's eyes. He had the necklace on and that should protect him, but who even know if that part of the legend was even true. Sam moaned and his head rolled back and forth on the pillow. Slowly he opened his eyes which widened with fear as he looked directly into the spirit's face.

"Sammy don't look at her!" Dean shouted as he tried to get to his brother but was held back by the spirit's force.

Sam watched as the Blue Lady raised the ax above his head. He tried to push himself back into the bed away from her but there was nowhere to go.

"Nooooo!" Dean screamed expecting to see his brother being slaughtered in front of him.

Sam, still staring directly into the spirit's face reached for the necklace but as soon as he took it off the spirit began to float toward the door.

"Sam! Throw it here!" Dean yelled to Sam who used what little strength he had to toss it to his brother. It fell short and by the time Dean got to it the spirit had vanished. Dean immediately ran to Sam's bedside.

"You okay?"

"Yeah….you?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. You had me worried there for a second. I though you were a goner."

"Yeah, me too." He gave Dean a little smile. "Well, at least we know the necklace works." He winced and shut his eyes as another wave of dizziness overtook him and settled back down on the bed. Dean patted him on the shoulder thankful he was alive.

Carol walked over to them and soon the rest of the group came hurrying into the room.

"My God then the legend is true after all." Sampson said once they were all together.

"Yeah, the legend's true." Dean said

"Where's Nate?" Carol asked.

"He's dead." Dean stated.

"Oh my God!" She shook her head in disbelief.

"She slaughtered him!" Betty's voice shook as she spoke. "She just kept hitting him over and over and he was screaming….his blood was flying all over the place. Oh God I'll never get that scream out of my head."

Janet walked over to her and pulled her into a hug trying to comfort her.

"What was that about the necklace?" Carol looked at Dean. "You put it around Sam's head like it had some kind of power before you left him. What does it have to do with the Blue Lady and why didn't she hurt Sam?"

"It's uh…it's nothing really… just a family good luck charm." Dean knew that if he told them that the necklace protected the wearer from the spirit they might begin fighting over it as one or more of them would try to take it. "Did anyone find a way out of here?" Dean asked changing the subject, but he could tell that some of the group was looking at him suspiciously.

"No, nothing." Stedson said.

"What are we going to do? That thing is going to try and kill all of us?" Wilcox looked terrified.

"That's true, it might." Dean agreed. "But as long as we stick together and don't look directly at it we should be able to survive the weekend. But we need to keep our wits about us and keep trying to find a way out of here."

"Well what the hell are we going to do? How can we even get any sleep with that thing floating around? What if we fall asleep and open our eyes and it's standing over us?" Wilcox asked as he started pacing back and forth running his hand through his hair. Everyone could tell he was starting to lose it.

"Look, we're all stuck in this together, and we'll get through this together if we don't panic."

"You seem to have all the answers. What do you suggest we do?" Kirk said walking over.

"Look, I know we've all been through a lot tonight and this is only our first day. But I really think we should all try and get some rest. I suggest that a few people try to get some rest while the others keep watch, and then switch every couple of hours. That way everyone should at least be able to get a few hours of sleep tonight. If the spirit returns, just remember she can't hurt you unless you look her in the face. So everyone should be fine as long as you don't panic. I also think some of us should continue looking for a way out of here while the others rest. Then we can switch off and on."

"What about you? You're not going to sit here with your brother all night are you and let us do all the work."

"No, I'm going to help look for a way out but I'll need someone to stay with Sam while I search. I don't want him left alone. Someone has to keep him awake and get me if he needs me." Dean didn't want to leave Sam's side, not in the condition he was in, but he knew if he didn't help in the search and stayed with his brother, Kirk and some of the others might start causing trouble thinking he wasn't doing his part to help them find a way out, and fighting amongst the group was the last thing they needed. "Why don't you all decide who is going to rest, and who is going to start searching for a way out of here."

As the group started talking amongst themselves Dean looked down at Sam who lay in the bed with his eyes shut.

"Sam." Dean spoke quietly to him.

"Yeah." Sam opened his eyes and winced when the room once more began to spin, he quickly closed them again.

Dean took the necklace out of his hand and once more put it over Sam's head. He stood in front of his brother trying to block anyone from seeing what he was doing, if anyone found out about the power of the necklace who knew what they might do to get it. But he wasn't about to leave his brother's side without some kind of protection and he hoped the necklace would provide it.

"Listen to me Sam. I need you to keep this on. What ever you do don't remove it, even if the spirit comes back. I don't want you to try and be a hero by taking her on by yourself, you're too weak. If it falls out of your hands she'll kill you before you can get it back…. Are you listening to me?"

"Yeah."

"I have to leave you for a while to help search for a way out of here, but I'll be near by and I'll keep coming back to check on you."

"Dean…watch your back." A tear dripped out of the corner of his eye and he quickly wiped it away.

"What's wrong Sam?"

"I'm sorry….sorry I screwed up…I should be helping…not lying here." He hated feeling so helpless; his brother needed him, but as soon as he moved or tried to sit up the dizzy feeling came back and he knew he'd be of no use to his brother.

Dean put his hand on Sam's shoulder and gave a gentle squeeze. His own eyes filled up seeing his brother's pain.

"Hey Bro, you didn't screw up. Neither of us knew that the person who rigged the house would actually hurt anyone…. What was it you saw down there anyway?"

"There was a blue mist…. and a figure started to appear…I was going to throw the necklace around her neck but then…I could tell it was a fake…it was some kind of trick with cameras and mirrors…Then I don't remember anything…after that."

Dean was glad Sam didn't remember the pain he must have been in while the person wrapped the wires around his arms.

"I'm going to get him for you Sam." Dean said softly. And I'll make him pay for hurting you. He thought to himself.

"Sorry…sorry I can't help you look."

"You can help me by staying safe and keeping that necklace on." Dean pulled the covers up to Sam's chin hoping to keep the necklace hidden from the others. "Remember Sam, you got to stay awake. I know it's hard, but you got to try."

Sam gave a small nod.

Stedson walked over to them.

"Well we decided who is going to rest and who is going to help in the search."

"Okay, I need at least two people to stay with Sam; one can rest while the other keeps watch."

"Carol and Wilcox have already volunteered to stay with him."

Dean wasn't happy with the decision. He didn't know for sure if he could trust Carol and Wilcox was already starting to lose it. But he knew this wasn't the time to argue. He also decided not to tell the others about Carol's connection to the man who had hurt Sam. He hoped she was sincere when she said she didn't think her cousin would hurt anyone, and didn't want the others to turn against her.

"Okay, but I want to stay on this floor. If my brother needs me, I want to be close by."

"No problem. But first we need to do something with Nate's body. Morley had said there are cold storage rooms down in the basement. I think we should take him down there."

"Okay, why don't three of us take him down while the others wait here."

Dean, Stedson and Sampson volunteered to remove Nate's body.

"It's not a pretty sight." Dean warned them.

As they made their way down the hall they grabbed blankets off of some of the beds, then trying not to look at the body covered it quickly and carried it down to the basement. Their path was marked by blood and brain matter which dripped from the body onto the floor.

TBC