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The Blue Lady of Marywood

Chapter seven

After placing Nate's body in the storage room they headed back up to Sam's room making sure not to step in any of the blood on the way back. As soon as they got to the room Dean went immediately to check on Sam. In the short time that they were gone Sam had gotten worse and was shivering even though his face was covered in perspiration.

"Hey buddy how're you doing?" Dean asked worried as he put his hand on Sam's forehead and felt the heat radiating off of him.

"Okay." He gave Dean a weak smile.

Dean could tell he was far from okay. The blood from the wounds on his arms was starting to leak through the gauze and his head wound had also started to bleed a little. But when Dean saw the small trickle of blood once more dripping from his brother's ear he felt like he had been punched in the stomach.

"Hey Bro…you have to hang strong, I'm going to get you out of here." His voice cracked as he looked at Sam. He thought of all the things they had hunted together and how they had always somehow survived, and now some low life human might take his brother from him. As much as it hurt him to leave Sam he knew he had to, he had to find a way out and get Sam some much needed medical help. He tore himself away from his brother and looked at Carol.

"He's burning up. I'll get you some cold water from the bathroom and see if you can get his fever down."

Carol looked at him, tears in her eyes.

"I'm so sorry Dean…I'm so sorry. He looks so sick, he…." She couldn't continue. He knew she felt responsible for his brother's condition; after all it was her cousin who did this to him.

"He's going to be fine." Dean interrupted her, not wanting to even think of the possibility that Sam might not make it if he didn't get him out of there soon.

Dean asked Carol where the bathroom was located then left and returned with the basin full of cold water and a sponge. He took it over to Sam and sponged the water over his face and chest trying to cool him down. Sam tried weakly to push him away and Dean grabbed his hands.

"Sammy, you're burning up. You got to let me cool you down."

"No…no…" He rolled his head back and forth weakly fighting Dean.

Dean looked at Carol.

"You need to continue sponging him down, we got to get his fever down." He handed her the sponge. It tore him apart to leave his brother in the condition he was in but he knew the only way to help him was to find a way out. He walked over to the door and looked back at Sam as Carol began to sponge the cold water onto his chest. The necklace, which Dean had tried to keep out of view of the others, was now lying on his chest in plain view. He hoped it would remain there as he looked back at the group.

"We better get moving."

They divided into groups; one would take turns resting in one of the other bedrooms while the others searched the house. Dean took one last glance back at Sam then looked at Carol.

"If he needs me you yell for me, I'll hear you."

She nodded.

Dean went off with the search group. Betty, Manson, and Watson were going to rest while Dean and Sampson searched the second floor and Kirk, Stedson, and Janet searched the first. They agreed to meet back in Sam's room in two hours. They went from room to room searching for any signs of a passageway behind the walls, pulling down bookcases and checking out the walls for switches or anything that might cause the walls to open

Later back in Sam's room

Carol put her hand on Sam's forehead and shook her head sadly.

"He's still so hot."

Wilcox walked over and looked down at Sam who lay in bed moaning, his face covered in sweat. His eyes fell on the necklace. He remembered Carol had asked Dean if it had any kind of power. She had also said the spirit hadn't hurt Sam. Was it because of the necklace Wilcox wondered?

"He doesn't look too good; I think he's getting worse." Wilcox told Carol as he nervously looked around the room. The spirit had already killed one person and Dean had said there was someone hiding in the house and that person had apparently hurt his brother. He had to get out of there.

Sam slowly opened his eyes and looked at Carol.

"Dean…Where's Dean?"

"He went to look for a way out of here."

"Is he okay?" Sam once more shut his eyes and grimaced in pain as his headache returned.

"He's fine." She smiled down at him as she smoothed back his hair from his forehead. "He's worried about you though."

"I'm okay." Sam lied.

"I still think he's getting worse." Wilcox repeated. "Maybe you better go find his brother."

"He only said to get him if Sam needed him. There's nothing he can do for him that we're not already doing."

"Well the kid looks worse to me. I think he'd feel better if he saw his brother. If he doesn't make it and his brother missed a last chance to see him before…."

"Maybe you're right." Carol interrupted him. She looked down at Sam.

"Sam, I'm going to get Dean. I think you'll feel better once you see him."

"No….No don't bother him…I'm okay…"

"I still think you should get him…he's right down the hallway." Wilcox insisted.

"Okay." She said to Wilcox then looked back at Sam. "I'll be right back."

She picked up her candle and left the room.

As soon as she left Wilcox walked over to Sam and picked up the vial attached to the necklace. He had no idea how the necklace was connected to what was going on but Carol had said the spirit hadn't hurt Sam and the necklace maybe was the reason why. Why else would Dean have put it around his brother's neck? He reached down and started to take it off of Sam, but Sam reached up and put his hand over it.

"No…no we need this…we need this to get rid of the spirit."

"Let go of it!" Wilcox started yanking on the necklace but Sam hung on. "Give it here!" Wilcox pulled and ended up pulling Sam off the bed but he still weakly held on to the necklace. Wilcox then pulled a small knife out of his pocket and raised it over Sam.

Down the hallway

"Dean…Dean you down here?" Carol called out as she headed toward the flickering candle light coming from one of the rooms at the far end of the hallway. Dean ran out of the room.

"Is it my brother?" He asked his face etched with worry. "Is Sam worse?" He didn't wait for an answer but started running up the hall. Sampson came out of the room but stayed in front of the doorway. If the boy was worse or had died he didn't want to be there when his brother found out.

"He's about the same but we thought maybe he'd feel a little better if he saw you." Carol said as she ran after him trying to calm him down.

Dean flew around the doorway to Sam's room and was greeted by the sight of Sam on the floor, Wilcox on top of him.

"What's going on?" Dean hurried over. "Did he fall out of bed?" He asked bending down to help.

Wilcox suddenly spun around the now bloody necklace in one hand and the knife in the other. Before Dean could react Wilcox plunged the knife into his side. Dean fell backward clutching his side as Wilcox pushed past a stunned Carol and ran off down the hallway.

TBC