The Pony Who Would Be King {Supernatural x MLP}

The living room of the earth pony’s house carried the reek of alcohol. A demon trap was painted in the ceiling above the pony being held captive. The small pony holding him captive chuckled lowly, standing close to a tall unicorn.

“I got to tell you, Red... for a filthy, lower-than-snake-spit Hellspawn, you seem to have turned yourself into a damn fine hunter,” Bobby cooed. “I don’t know whether to kill you or kiss you.”

Red stuck out his tongue in disgust and made a blegh sound.

“Oh, please,” he said with a shudder. “Kill me.”

Bobby raised a brow. “That was you that dug out that nest of vamps back in Swan Valley, wasn't it?”

The unicorn tilted his head. “That was nice work.”

“Eight of 'em in one go,” Red replied smugly. “Roped and tied.”

“And then you brought them to Crowley, right?” Bobby pressed.

Red barked a laugh. “Oh, read the papers, redneck. The king is dead.”

Bobby scoffed and turned away. A smile remained plastered on Red’s face. Sam raised a brow at his certainty. Suddenly, Bobby whirled around. A bottle of holy water was clamped between his jaws. The water flew out of the bottle and landed on the demon. Red shrieked in agony.

“Crowley’s alive,” Bobby snarled, dropping the now empty bottle of holy water. “You prove it just by being, you poor, dumb jackass. His nets are still out. Except now he's using you schmucks to hunt his monsters.”

“Up yours,” Red spat.

Bobby turned to Sam. He held out a hoof, and Sam nodded. Using his magic, he placed a knife into his hoof.

The sound of a door drew Sam’s attention away from the captive. His brother entered the room and nodded his head. Sam looked at Bobby. The small pony nodded as Sam signaled toward the kitchen with his head. The unicorn started after his brother while Bobby turned back to the captive. “Wanna speak yet?”

Red didn’t respond. Bobby shrugged. “Here, hold onto this for a bit,” he said, digging the knife into Red’s shoulder. Red screeched in pain. Bobby trotted after the boys quickly.

In the kitchen, the Winchester brothers were speaking in hushed voices.

“So what’d you tell him?” Sam asked.

“Nothing,” Dean replied. “Just relax.”

“What’s the hubbub?” Bobby asked as he approached.

Dean shook his head. “I saw Cass. He popped in about two hours back when I was on the train.”

“What’d you tell him?” Bobby asked.

“Nothing, alright?” Dean snapped. “Told him we were on some crap monster hunt. He doesn't know that we're getting close to Crowley.” Dean shook his head again. “You know, he's our friend. And we are lying to him through our teeth.”

Sam put his hoof on his brother’s shoulder. “Dean-“

“So he burned the wrong bones,” Dean went on, shrugging Sam off. “So Crowley tricked him.”

“Did he?” Bobby pressed. “Cass is an angel.”

“He is the Balki Bartokomous of Heaven!” Dean spat angrily. “He can make a mistake!”

Bobby shook his head. “Nobody’s saying anything yet…”

“You think Cass is in with Crowley,” Dean observed. “Crowley?”

“It’s possible,” Bobby murmured. “Look, I hate myself for thinking it, I do. I just don’t know.”

“Look, Dean, he's our friend, too, okay?” Sam reminded his brother. “And I’d die for him. It’s just… I just pray we’re wrong.”

“But if we ain’t,” Bobby continued. “If there's a snowball of a snowball's chance here...that means we're dealing with a Masked Matterhorn who's gone dark side. Which means we have to be cautious and smart.”

Dean stepped back and turned away, letting out an exasperated breath. “I can’t believe this,” he breathed.

Bobby exchanged a look with Sam. “Look, one problem at a time here. We got to find Crowley now, before the damn fool cracks open Purgatory.”

Bobby led the way back to the living room, Dean taking up the rear. All three ponies were unaware of the invisible presence.

So they suspected. What pained me the most was that Dean was trying to stay loyal. It warmed my soul to hear him defend me so strongly. Yet it shattered me to know he was defending the wrong pony.

The three gathered in front of Red, who fixed them with a furious gaze.

“So, where’s Crowley?” Bobby asked again.

“Up. Yours,” Red snarled through his pants.

Sam’s horn lit up. The knife in Red’s shoulder was soon encased in the green aura and twisted. Red screamed in pain, thrashing.

“I don’t know where Crowley is!” he cried.

Bobby raised a brow. “Are you sure? Cause we can twist all the way to next summer.”

Sam twisted the knife again. Red let out another cry of pain. “Oh, Celestia! I’ve never even met him!”

Sam released his magical grip on the knife. Red panted, seemingly trying to recollect himself. “What do you mean?” Sam asked.

“I don’t deal with Crowley directly,” Red replied breathily.

“Well, who do you deal with?” Bobby asked, getting closer to Red.

“The dispatcher,” Red told him. “A demon named Ellsworth.”

Bobby turned to the boys. “Well, get your saddlebags ready, boys. We got a trip to make.”

“One more thing,” Red said as they returned to leave. “If you want a chance at defeating Crowley, you might wanna get your friend there in check.”

Bobby and Sam looked at Dean. The earth pony clearly wasn’t paying much attention, just mindlessly following them. Sam gently nudged Dean’s shoulder with his hoof. Dean jumped and turned to him. He just nodded at his brother.

Sam nodded back, then looked at Red. He used his magic to twist the knife once again. His screams followed the three stallions out of the house.