The Pony Who Would Be King {Supernatural x MLP}

Nopony is more similar to Bobby than Ellsworth. Even if he is a demon. He’s a pretty damn close counterpart.

A dark red pony sat at a desk, his head in his hoof. Bowls of blood sat before him along with phones.

“No, listen to me,” he growled. “No, I don’t care. I want you to get down to New Mexico and bag me that Wendigo!“

One of the phones rang, and Ellsworth’s eyes switched from the black of a demon to the regular eyes of a pony. “Equestrian Investigations. Thomas speaking. Absolutely, I sent them.” Ellsworth looked up and noticed two demons standing at the door of his cabin. A bag was held between them. Ellsworth let out a silent groan. “Thank you for calling to check. You too. Have a nice day, now. Bye-bye.”

Ellsworth slammed down the phone, glaring at his assistants. “No! Not in here, you friggin' Yeti. Out back!”

The demons exchanged looks, then nodded and backed away. Ellsworth groaned and dropped his head onto the desk.

The sound of cries drew Ellsworth attention, making him raise his head again. A pale colored pony with dark wings stood in the doorway. Ellsworth’s two assistants were on the ground, dead.

“Oh, hell.”

Ellsworth gathered his strength, then made an attempt to leave his vessel. Castiel lunged forward, moving at an alarmingly fast rate. He shoved Ellsworth back into his vessel. A burst of unnatural magic wrapped around the demon, draining his life. Castiel had him gone in a matter of seconds. Once Ellsworth was gone, Cass sighed and lowered his hoof.

Those demons would’ve led my friends straight to Crowley. I had no choice. It was that, or Crowley tore their hearts out. I could never risk the lives of my friends, especially if they’re ponies I hold as close as I hold them. I had to protect them.

Or myself. I don’t know anymore.

Dean followed Bobby into the house. Sam was already inside, scoping out the area.

“Clear from the back,” Sam announced.

Dean’s eyes wandered around the house. It was as clean as a house being prepared to be sold.

“Demons get tipped and bug out?” Dean said. “Or did you whip up some magical cleaning spell?”

“Not even I could pull this off in such a short amount of time,” Sam responded. “Even if my magic is strong.” He looked around. “Maybe they run from us now. Isn’t that a nice thought?”

Bobby snorted. “Yeah, if that’s what happened.”

Hiding. Lying. Sweeping away evidence. And my motives used to be so pure. After supposedly "saving" Sam, I finally returned to heaven.