Be Blessed With Holy Water

This is the third installment of my AU series. Please read May the Circle and Be Blessed With Salt And before reading this one. Otherwise, it won't really make any sense. Thank you for all the reviews and support. And, no. I still do not own Supernatural or any of the characters that belong to it. Tommy, however, is all mine. If you want to use him, please ask and I'll give you his back story and bio. Please, read and enjoy.

Chapter 1

All of Tommy's research had proven to be right on and the creature that intimidated the residents of Bemidji, Minnesota was indeed a Wendigo. Now, they were trying to come up with a plan that would get rid of the thing without causing anyone else to get hurt. So far, the only idea that all three of them had agreed on was Dean's, which in and of itself was scary to think about. The last time they had all agreed on a plan, it was how to deal with Sam not being beat up by the varsity football team. Ah, the benefits of being in a small town. All three of them were in the same school and that meant not only trouble for anyone that picked on one of the others, but also for the teachers.

Tommy sighed. "Fine. We stake out the spot that seems to be central for all of the murders and hope for the best." He shook his head. "Cannot believe I am even agreeing to this."

Sam chuckled softly as he watched his middle brother start to get his gear ready. "Could always be worse."

Dean just rolled his eyes and tossed his middle brother a candy bar. "Eat. I don't want you to have a migraine triggered because you were tired and stressed then forgot to eat something."

Taking the candy bar, Tommy sat down and starting eating it. It wasn't any use to fight Dean about this. He'd already had that lecture.

Flashback ... 2 weeks ago

After Dean had found out about his brother's asthma, he and Sam had made Tommy sit down and tell them everything else that was wrong under threat of bodily harm.

When Tommy had finished telling them about the migraines and show them the little black case he had that contained the medicines necessary to get them under control, both of his brothers had been silent.

Dean had broken the silence first. "If you ever, do something, to endanger yourself on a hunt because you didn't take care of yourself, so help me I'll kill you. And if it gets me or Sam hurt, I'll do it twice. Understand me?"

The look on his oldest brother's face was mirrored on that of his youngest and he knew that they would carry out the threat without hesitation. He nodded. "Yeah, I understand."

It was shortly after that, Dean made a call to Bryan and found out what all his triggers were and how to prevent them. That in turn led to the stockpiling of simple sugars, like the candy bars, along with soda and juice. Sam had even bought an old black sheet that they used to cover up the window of the hotel rooms they stayed in as a precaution.

Present

So far, he'd been lucky and they hadn't had to deal with one of his migraines. Sam's headaches from the visions, yeah, but the vials of painkillers, that were used in combination to kill the pain he had whenever a migraine hit, were still at the same levels as before he rejoined his brothers. The morphine that was in there as an extreme emergency only med was still sealed. Something he hoped would remain the same. The migraines were actually something he'd inherited from their father and had been aggravated by his abilities. Pastor Jim had helped him get a handle on them shortly after he started training with the man.

The brothers finished preparing in silence before heading out to begin their hunt. Two hours later, they found themselves wishing they had stayed in the motel room.

Dean's plan required each of them to be in a different place. All were within earshot of each other, but it made covering each other's backs a little bit harder to do without dramatically increasing the risk. When they first started, bird calls whispered back and forth, letting each other know that the others were okay. It was at the two hour mark that things took a turn for the worse when Sammy was snatched by the Wendigo.

Sam screamed as the Wendigo threw him into a tree after scratching his back. The area felt like someone had set fire to his skin. He didn't get a chance to even take a deep breath before he was picked up and slammed into the ground, driving him into blackness.

When Tommy had heard Sam scream, he'd taken off for his youngest brother's position instantly. It was only as he approached that he slowed down and reverted back to the training their father had instilled in them all. As it was, he almost shot Dean who had come up from the other side.

Dean's heart had lept into his throat when he heard his Sammy scream. He was on his feet and moving before the sound had even faded completely. When he reached the area his baby brother should have been in, he was met by the gun of his middle brother, who had also responded to the cry of their brother.

"God dammit! That sonofabitch has him!" Tommy almost spat the words out, earning a raised eyebrow from Dean. "Don't start. Remember, I was around dad when he cussed a blue streak several times."

"Yeah well, don't make a habit of it." He crouched down and looked at the drag marks that headed off into the trees. "Well, at least we know where it's going with him."

Tommy snorted as he cocked his shot gun. "Yeah, straight to hell."

Dean grinned. "You are definitely my little brother."

An hour later, they had managed to find the Wendigo's lair and were about to go in and try to find Sam when their youngest brother came flying out of the cave. The sound it emitted when it realized it's prey had escaped sent chills down all of their backs as Tommy and Dean fell into step with Sam. They had barely made it back to the clearing where Sam had disappeared when it caught up to them.

The last thing Tommy heard as he hit the tree was Sam's scream and then a white light, like that from an explosion lit up the area. He barely had time to wonder about it before darkness claimed him.

Dean watched helpless, trying to draw in a breath, as the Wendigo tossed Tommy into a tree and then proceeded towards Sam. He drew his gun and fired once more, earning him a hard stare for the creature, who ignored him and returned its attention to Sam. The scream Sam let loose seemed to shake the trees down to their roots, but Dean didn't have time to dwell on it as a bright white light enveloped the area and he gave in to the call of darkness.

Sam had taken about all he could from the Wendigo, both physically and emotionally. Being beat up himself was one thing, but to watch his brothers be hurled into trees and scratched at like play toys had driven him to a point he had experienced only once before. When it came at him again, after tossing Tommy into a tree and being shot by Dean, he screamed in anger and frustration. The feeling of warmth that seemed to wrap around him was wiped away as a white light blinded them all and he sunk into the blackness that beckoned.