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The Blue Lady of Marywood

Chapter nine

"Who the hell was that?" Sampson said as he ran over to the door after hearing the scream.

"Dean!" Sam cried out as he tried to get out of bed but Carol held him down.

"We'll check on him Sam, but you got to stay in bed."

Sam kept fighting her, he had to make sure his brother was okay.

"Dean!" He screamed again.

Dean came running in the door.

"Oh thank God." Dean shut his eyes and left out the breath he had been holding when he saw that the scream hadn't come from Sam's room.

"Dean…" Sam was still trying to fight Carol.

"It's okay Sam. Everything's okay." Dean walked over and put his hand on Sam's shoulder.

Sam blinked back tears as he lay back down.

"I thought…I thought something had happened to you."

"No, it wasn't me." He looked at Carol and Sampson. "You stay here with Sam; I'm going to check it out."

"I'll go with you." Sampson volunteered.

"No. I want you both to stay with my brother. I can take care of myself."

Sam started to object but Dean looked him in the eyes.

"I'll be back….I promise."

He left and headed down the hallway looking into each room as he past. When he got to the room Wilcox was in he tried to open it but it appeared to be locked. He could see a small light coming from under the door.

"Anyone in there?" He yelled as he pounded on the door. "Wilcox if you're in there come on out. I'm not going to hurt you."

When there was no answer Dean stepped back and kicked the door in. He closed his eyes and hissed in pain when he felt his knife wound reopen. When he opened his eyes he held his candle up with one hand while he held the other over his bloody bandage. At first all he could see was a lit candle lying on the floor. But as he stepped closer to it he slid on something and almost went down. He looked down then stepped back when he saw the pool of blood he was standing in. He held his candle up and saw the slaughtered body of Wilcox laying a few feet in front of him, his face unrecognizable. He looked around the room keeping his eyes below face level in case the spirit was still in the room. He then spotted something shiny lying near the doorway and picked it up. It was the necklace. The chain was broken, probably he thought when Wilcox yanked it off of Sam, but the vial was unbroken. Why hadn't it stopped the spirit from killing Wilcox he wondered? Didn't the dirt from the grave have any power after all? Or maybe it wasn't the spirit, maybe it was the same person who had attacked Sam, he had no way of knowing. He quickly headed back to his brother's room.

The search group from the first floor had just arrived and all eyes turned toward him when he walked into the room.

"Wilcox is dead." He looked at the stunned group. "He was killed the same way Nate was. But I really have no idea whether the spirit did it or if it was the same person who attacked my brother." He then looked at the group who had been searching the first floor. "Did you find anything?" He asked hopefully.

"No…we couldn't find any way out." Stedson said.

"But we did find this." Janet handed Dean a picture.

It was an old picture that was falling apart from age of two people, a man and a woman, standing in front of the Hamilton mansion. The mansion looked beautiful and new, the grounds well kept. In the background a woman of about twenty stood on the porch looking down on the pair. She wore an apron and appeared to be a maid.

"So this could be the Hamiltons." Dean said looking at the picture.

"And we thought maybe the woman on the porch could be Sarah, the Blue Lady."

"I guess it's possible."

"But look at the man more closely."

Dean held the candle closer to the picture. He slowly lowered it and looked at the group. The man could have been Sam's twin.

"I don't know what to say….that's really weird." He finally said as he took the picture over to his brother and showed it to him.

"It looks like me." Sam looked up at him, a hint of fear in his eyes. He then noticed Dean's bloody bandage. "Damn it Dean…you're bleeding again."

"Oh, it's nothing."

"Dean…you got to take it easy…you got to get some rest."

"Once I get you out of here I'll rest."

Sam put his head back and shut his eyes. He knew it was hopeless to argue with his brother, he knew he usually won.

"Damn… pigheaded…" He mumbled softly.

"Well what do we do now?" Kirk asked.

When no one spoke up Dean answered.

"Well I suggest we grab as many blankets and pillows as we can and go back to the library. It's big enough for all of us to stay there and I think we should all stick together. Then we can take turns sleeping and searching for a way out. I say we get the others and head on down."

"Everybody okay with that?" Kirk asked looking at the group.

They all nodded.

"I'll need someone to help me with Sam." Dean said and Sampson volunteered. "I'll take his shoulders and you can take his feet."

But Sam protested, he was tired of feeling like an invalid.

"I can walk….I just need a little help."

"Are you sure?" Dean asked and Sam nodded. "Okay but just take it easy…real easy."

Dean helped Sam sit up in bed. Once more the room started to spin wildly and Sam leaned heavily on Dean, he put his hand up indicating he needed to rest for a few seconds. Then he nodded and they slowly helped him out of the bed. Dean put Sam's arm around his shoulder and Sampson did the same. Sam shut his eyes and took a few deep breaths trying to steady himself as he felt his legs start to give out. He nodded once more and they slowly made their way to the door.

They half dragged Sam, who tried his best to walk between them, and headed down the hallway. The others gathered blankets and pillows in some of the other bedrooms as they made their way toward the room the others were sleeping in. They opened the door and were greeted by a scene from hell. The floor and walls of the room were completely covered in blood and body parts. Betty, Manson, and Watson had all been hacked to pieces with an ax.

TBC