Chapter 4 – Power of three

Everybody froze. They took a moment to let it sink in. Everyone was silent except for Lilith who was still laughing hysterically. Tom glanced at Mon who glanced at Mel, trying to comprehend the recent information. It was Dean who finally broke the silence.

"You're what?" he choked, a look of disbelief etched on his face.

"Your brother." Tom replied.

"Well I suppose it kind of makes sense. You're clever like Sam and get most of your good looks from Dean…sorry Sam. It's only that he looks more like Dean than you." Mel explained. Sam shrugged, not offended. He'd rather be recognised for his brains than looks. An awkward silence passed through the room; even Lilith stopped laughing. Dean wiped a hand over his face.

"We'll deal with you in a moment, Tom. First, we have to get rid of this bitch." Dean pointed to Lilith who started laughing again. A pool of blood had formed around her and she was still bleeding from her eyes.

Sam agreed and immediately started chanting in Latin. He tried to exorcise Lilith, but Tom knew that this was not going to work; even if they were using the most powerful ritual known to hunters. His forehead creased in thought. He tried to remember what Kastaiel had told him, but being on Earth for so long had affected his memory.

Mon and Mel watched, still cowering in the corner.

"What is he doing?" Mel whispered to her sister, who she clung to desperately. Mon stared at Tom intently.

"Trying to remember something…" Mon muttered. Both girls gasped as images from their dreams which made them scream and mutter in their sleep, flashed before their eyes. Mouths open in realisation, they turned to each other.

"Power of three…" they whispered simultaneously.

Tom snapped his head around at the girls, his eyes wide. He couldn't have loved Mon anymore if he had tried at this particular moment. She had just reminded him of the key that would save not only their lives, but would also send Lilith rotting back into the fiery depths of Hell.

Mon's bright eyes glowed as an unspoken realisation passed between them. He longed to kiss her right there and then, but he'd leave that to later. He flashed another dazzling smile instead. Mon felt light headed. Everything went fuzzy and there was a pink glow around Tom. She rested her head on Mel's shoulder.

Tom yelled out to stop the ritual.

"Sam, keep going. We don't know what other secrets he has." Dean frowned.

"Why would you do that?! Believe me!" Tom cried, starting to get panicked and frustrated. What could he do to convince them? He ran over to Mon. He crouched down to her level and looked her deep in the eyes. He dazzled her. Her dizziness came over her again.

"Mon! Can you do something for me?" Tom asked urgently. Mon could've sworn that she was dreaming. Now that he was this close to her, she focused on his face. It was so perfect…too perfect; like it had been carved by angels.

All Mon could manage to do was nod.

"I need to feed off your natural energy to contact Kastaiel. It won't hurt. I just need you to trust me." Tom explained hurriedly. Again, the only response that he managed to get from her was a nod. He clasped her hands tightly.

His skin was smooth and his hands were warm. Mon's heart began to flutter. She tried to concentrate on the task at hand, but she was finding this very hard. He was so distracting!

"Close your eyes. Listen only to the sound of my voice. Concentrate on your breathing…" Tom talked her through it. Mel watched anxiously. It was such a private moment that Mel felt the urge to look away, but she couldn't tear her eyes off Mon, especially. She wouldn't let her out of her sight; something had happened when they had been apart and she didn't want to experience it again.

Mon slowed her breathing. Behind her eyelids, the darkness was strangling. She tried to remain focused, but she started to panic. She wanted to scream. But all of her fear disappeared when Tom walked towards her in the darkness, his hand outstretched. He had an amazing golden aura which lit up the dark.

"Mon." his voice echoed inside her mind.

"Tom!" She ran towards him and clasped his hand. He led her through the dark lighting the way with his glow. She looked at him and wondered where it was coming from. It was then that she noticed the halo above his head and his beautiful white feathered wings.

That was the last thing that she remembered before his smiling face and the bright heavenly light.

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Tom opened his eyes, his task complete. Mel waited to see Mon open hers, but she just fell limp into Tom's arms. He caught her, expecting this outcome and laid her gently across Mel's lap. Mel's eyes grew wide in panic. Tom responded to her by rubbing Mel's arm and dazzling her with his smile. She relaxed and decided that she would help by protecting Mon until he came back.

Tom ran over to Sam and Dean who were still trying to exorcise Lilith. Just as Tom expected, Dean fell to the ground, a piercing noise echoing inside his head.

"Kastaiel!" Dean screamed out loud. Sam ran to Dean, stopping the exorcism.

"Dean!" Sam yelled his eyes wide with panic. Dean put his hands over his ears, but it didn't help because the sound was in his head. He concentrated, trying to force the sound away, but instead, he started hearing Kastaiel's voice through the horrid sound.

"Dean, listen to Tom…I've told him what to do…"

"Why should I trust him?!" Dean replied in his head.

"Because it is the only way to defeat Lilith…"

"Dean!" Sam cried again, shaking Dean's shoulder.

"Stop the exorcism. Listen to Tom." Dean breathed. Sam gave him a confused look.

"But you said-"

"Forget what I said; listen to what I'm saying now." Dean instructed the piercing noise fading. Sam stood to face Tom. Tom looked at his brothers.

"Power of three is the key." Tom said, holding both his hands out to the boys. Sam and Dean looked at his hands and exchanged glances.

"Don't worry. I don't swing that way." Tom joked.

Reluctantly, the boys held hands and stood around the devil's trap. Tom began a new chant but in a language that no one had heard before. Mel stared at him in awe. The words seemed to roll off his tongue in such a way that almost made the chant sound like a song. He had the voice of an angel.

With each passing moment, Lilith grew more and more hysterical. She writhed on the ground, jerking violently. Her white eyes glowed and flashed as she rolled onto her back. Blood gurgled out of her eye sockets and now out of her mouth. Her screaming was silenced by the sickening sound of her choking on her own blood. Her eyes bulged and then she fell silent and her eyes closed; her head slumping to the side. Sam and Dean sighed, thinking that it was the end. Tom still grasped their hands tightly as they loosened their grip.

"Don't let go yet!" Tom yelled urgently. Sam and Dean re adjusted their grip, startled by Tom's fierce tone.

Mel watched in suspense as no one spoke, all eyes on Lilith. Each second felt like eternity. Tom didn't blink; his gaze was so intense. Suddenly, Lilith moved, making everyone jump. Her head snapped back into a position were it was looking at the roof. Her eyes snapped open and a blood curdling scream escaped her open mouth, along with an ominous black cloud of smoke. It swirled around violently, blowing anything loose in the room around with it.

Mel watched, her jaw unable to move from the floor. She hugged Mon close to her chest, protecting her with her body.

A fiery pit opened up in the centre of the devil's trap, swallowing both the demon cloud and Lilith's body. Dean looked away, the images of Hell all too familiar. The pit closed up and the room stopped shaking as the wind stopped turning.

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Mon forced her lids open. The first face she saw was Tom's over her, smiling. A gold mist seemed to disappear into the palm of his hand which he held above her heart, (which she knew that he had stolen unintentionally). Kastaiel now joined Sam, Dean and Mel too.

"What happened?" Mon whispered, her voice hoarse. Her throat was dry and she felt weak. No one answered. Tom helped her to sit up.

"Here. You better sit with me. You can feed off my energy." Tom held her hand gently, stroking it. He propped her up against him. She rested her head against his chest and she immediately felt stronger. His scent was reassuring and she closed her eyes regaining her strength.

"You have a lot of explaining to do." Sam said. Tom frowned.

"Yes, I do."

"How is it that you're our brother? Our mother died in the fire when Sam was a baby. And obviously the age difference between you two doesn't make sense." Dean explained, pacing. Tom looked at Kastaiel. The angel nodded in encouragement. Tom sighed.

"When our mother died, she was pregnant."

Sam and Dean turned pale. They looked at each other, the shock hitting them hard. Tom waited for them to speak but they remained silent, waiting for him to continue.

"So, obviously, when she died, I died too. Yellow eyes knew that she was pregnant and that's why he came that night…before she told dad. It would have been too dangerous for him to wait until I was born and try to turn me too because dad would have been waiting for him. So that's why he decided to turn Sam and kill her then. You were powerful enough for what he needed." Tom explained, switching his gaze to Sam's pale face. Sam flinched at the mention of Yellow eyes and the 'nursery incident'.

"So what happened to you?" Mel asked, her eyes still on Mon. Tom looked at Kastaiel, a look begging him to tell the rest.

"He came to heaven. God said that we needed his powers to fight Lilith, but of course, she didn't exist yet. He put me in charge to raise Tom and teach him until she became a problem and you needed your brother's help." Kastaiel explained.

"You were raised by angels? So does that make you a-" Mel trailed off.

"An angel. Yes… more or less." Tom finished, shrugging.

"So what I saw…was real?" Mon asked, forcing her eyes open to look up at Tom. He nodded, smiling slightly, worried what she was making of this situation. Everyone was silent for a moment.

"What happens to you now? I mean, do you have to go back?...to Heaven?" Mon started to tear up at the thought of him leaving. She had her very own angel who cared for her. She felt unworthy, but that didn't make her want him any less. Tom paused before answering. He glanced at Kastaiel. There was a moment between them; the girls didn't miss it and guessed that Kastaiel must've said something to Tom in his head.

"That's up to you." Tom said looking at Mon, who he cradled in his arms. She looked up at him with big, bright eyes and flawless, glowing skin. She was an angel herself; it was just that she didn't realise it. That was why she knew of the Power of three. Kastaiel had contacted her; only in her dreams instead of her head.

"Me?" she whispered. It was almost inaudible.

"If you want me to stay." Tom offered, their gaze unbroken.

Mon's heart almost stopped beating. She could have him stay by her side…forever.

"Yes. I want you to stay!" Mon said, maybe a little bit too enthusiastically. She jumped up and hugged him tightly.

"I guess she's got her energy back. I have to go. Thankyou for doing the right thing, Sam. Dean. Tom, we will meet again." Kastaiel smiled. Tom nodded smiling too.

"It's been a pleasure. Thankyou." Tom saluted him with his index and middle finger farewell. Kastaiel faded into a blinding white glow.

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Tom carried Mon out to his car, ready to take her home. He laid her down in the back seat, comfortably. He leaned over her.

"Until you out-grow me." Tom promised. Mon smiled, her heart fluttering again. He leant down lower, Mon closed her eyes. His lips pressed softly against hers. They were soft and warm. She got lost in the moment. It was so perfect…just like him.

The End.

a/n: There! 13rodie, I hope you liked it! Now, you owe me a story! Lol. You don't have to post it. Of all the things that describe you in this story, not one of them is false. : ) Love always, your little sister. Bellbird xoxo