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The Blue Lady of Marywood

Chapter eight

"Oh my God Dean are you okay?" Carol rushed to Dean's side. She could see the blood starting to seep through his shirt.

Dean nodded.

"Check on Sam." He said through teeth clenched in pain as he struggled to sit up.

"But you're hurt."

"I'm okay, just check on my brother."

Carol went to Sam's side then looked over at Dean.

"He has a deep cut across the top of his hand." She said as she grabbed a gauze pad from the table and held it over the wound. "Why would Wilcox attack you two?"

Dean made his way over to Sam.

"The necklace…he got the damn necklace." He said out loud to himself.

"Dean…"Sam looked up at him, sweat glistening off of his face. "You okay?"

"Yeah." He kept one hand pressed to his wound as he used his other arm to help Carol get Sam back into bed. It was then Sam saw his brother's blood covered shirt. His eyes widened with worry as he tried to get up but Carol held him down.

"What happened!"

"Just a little cut." Dean tried to reassure him.

"It's more …then a little cut." Sam tried to pull Dean's shirt back to look but Dean pulled away.

"It's nothing Sam don't worry about it."

"Let me see that." Carol pulled Dean's shirt up. "That looks pretty deep Dean. I'll need to bandage it."

Dean sat on the edge of the bed while Carol gently cleaned his wound then put a thick bandage on it. She then kept pressure on it till the bleeding slowed. Dean kept his face turned away from Sam so he wouldn't see the pain on it as Carol worked on him. She then took tape and taped the bandage tightly in place.

"How is he?" Sam asked.

"He'll be fine Sam."

"Oh good…oh good." Sam said weakly as he settled back into the bed.

Dean looked back at Sam.

"Sam…Wilcox got the necklace."

Sam reached up and touched his neck. With all the commotion he hadn't even realized the necklace was gone.

"Oh God Dean I'm sorry…I tried to stop him." Sam turned his head away as tears from frustration filled his eyes. He had once more disappointed his brother. He had now lost both necklaces and he felt too lousy to even help his brother look for it. The little wrestling match with Wilcox had taken a lot out of him.

"Not your fault Sammy. I never should have left you with him; I could tell he was starting to lose it. But don't worry I'm going to find him and get it back."

"What about …the Blue Lady?….We have no way …of stopping her now."

Dean was worried, Sam was pale and sweaty, and still couldn't talk without resting between every few words as if even just trying to talk exhausted him.

"Sam I'm going to have Sampson stay with you and Carol while I look for Wilcox. But I need you to stay awake for me buddy. If she comes back, I don't want you falling asleep and then waking up and looking into her face, especially now that you don't have the necklace. Can you do that for me, can you stay awake?"

"Yeah, no problem." Sam lied, he could barely keep his eyes open. He looked back at Dean then reached out and touched his blood soaked shirt. "You're hurt…you shouldn't go off by yourself…take Sampson and Carol with you."

"Can't do that Sam. I'm not leaving you here by yourself. I'll be fine." When he saw the worried look on Sam's face he gave him a little smile. "Aren't I always?"

"Not…not funny Dean. She killed one person already…she might try to kill you too."

Dean leaned down and spoke softly to Sam.

"I'm going to get that necklace back from Wilcox, then I'm going to send the Blue Lady back to hell."

"Yeah….you do that….but watch your back."

"You don't worry about me. You just take care of yourself."

Sam nodded weakly. He had never felt so helpless. All he wanted to do was help his brother but he couldn't even move without the dizzy feeling coming back.

Dean looked at Carol.

"Stay with him, I'm going to bring Sampson back to stay with both of you."

Dean ran down the hall and returned a short time later with Sampson. He then went back down the hallway and began to search for Wilcox.

Basement

Michael Hamond, Carol's cousin the owner of the house, moved a brick from behind the wall and emerged into the basement.

Damn kid had to ruin everything He thought to himself. He hadn't planed on hurting anyone but he couldn't let that kid ruin his plans for the house. He was going to make a lot of money, but now that the kid was still alive he probably had already told everyone about the house being rigged. He should have made sure the kid was dead. Now he would be lucky if he didn't get sued. There was only one thing he could do. Make sure none of them got out of the house alive.

Second floor

Wilcox ran down the hallway holding the necklace with Sam's blood on it. At least now he had some protection. Now all he had to do was find somewhere safe to hide from the others until Morley came on Monday. Hell with the money he thought, all he wanted to do was survive the weekend. He ran into a small bedroom and slammed the door shut. He then picked up a chair and jammed it under the doorknob. Now if anyone tried to get in they would think it was locked. Yeah, he could stay here till Monday. Sure he'd be hungry and tired, but at least he'd be alive. He wondered how long his candle would last as he turned around to sit on the bed. His mouth fell open in a silent scream as he came face to face with the Blue Lady. He dropped the candle and held the necklace up in front of him as the candle flickered at his feet.

"Go away! Leave me alone!" He screamed as he backed away trying not to look into her eyes, but it was too late. She held his gaze and he couldn't look away. With one sweep of her hand she knocked the necklace from his grasp and raised the ax with the other hand.

"Nooooooo!" He screamed as the blade came down and split his face in two.

TBC