The Pony Who Would Be King {Supernatural x MLP}

Sam looked around Ellsworth’s place, his eyes inspecting every corner. “This place is clean.”

“Yeah, like Mr Clean clean,” Bobby observed. “A little OCD for your average demon.”

The small pony rubbed his temple with a hoof. Sam looked over at him. “So what do we do now?”

“We’d call Cass,” Dean replied instantly.

Sam and Bobby exchanged a look. “Dean,” Bobby started, “we talked about this.”

“No,” Dean spat, his frustration visibly growing. “You talked, I listened. This is Cass, guys. When no one was there and we were stuck, like really stuck, he was there. He broke ranks and betrayed Heaven. He has gone to the mat cut and bleeding for us so many freakin' times.“ Dean let out a distressed sigh, looking desperate. “Cass is our friend. Don’t we owe him the benefit of the doubt?”

Sam sighed, then looked up at the ceiling. “Uh, Castiel. This is really important, okay? We really need to talk to you.”

There was no response, so Dean decided to pitch in. “Castiel, come in.”

I didn’t go to them. I knew they would have questions that I couldn’t answer. And to be honest, that scared me.

“Cass is busy,” Bobby observed when the fallen angel didn’t arrive.

Sam shifted uncertainly. “That’s fine,” he murmured. “So are we.”

“Back to square one,” Bobby huffed, heading for the back door.

“Wonderful,” Dean grumbled. “So what do we do now?”

“We’ve caught a hunter demon before,” Bobby replied. “We can do it again.”

Sam’s ears suddenly perked up. He whirled around, his eyes widening in horror. “Dean!”

Dean barely had a moment to think. As he made an attempt to turn and see what had startled his brother, he was tackled to the ground. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Sam and Bobby get attacked as well.

Dean’s attacker put all their weight onto him, making him hit the floor with a hard and painful thud.

A dark pony with black eyes flared his wings with a vicious smile. “Crowley says hi.”

Dean attempted to fight back to no avail. The pony attacking him had him pinned, and he wasn’t intending to release him.

Crowley sent his very best. I was caught as much by surprise as the rest of them. And it left me with yet another choice. I could reveal myself and smite the demons. Of course Crowley wouldn't like it.

But on the other hoof, they were my friends. They mean more to me than anypony else.

So my choice was made. And for a brief moment, I was me again.

Dean thrashed weakly. The demon cackled and lifted a hoof. Before any further actions could be made, a burst of electrical magic shot through the pony. The corpse collapsed onto the floor. Dean drew in a breath, unable to hide his shock.

Cass was standing several hoofsteps away. The spot where his horn would be was lit up with magic, not the usual color of angel magic. Castiel’s magic was dark purple instead of blue.

Castiel’s. Magic.

“Your horn!” Dean cried, no longer able to bite his tongue.

Castiel didn’t reply. He whipped his head toward Sam. A blast of magic came from his broken horn, striking the demon and smiting it. Cass did the same to the demon on Bobby.

Bobby and Sam had the same shocked expressions as Dean, but no pony’s face remained the same for long. Once Castiel’s shattered horn stopped glowing, he collapsed.

Dean was the first to react. He charged forward, helping Cass get back up.

“It’s good to see you,” Dean said softly.

Cass weakly looked at him. “Are you alright?” he asked.

“Yeah, we’re okay,” Sam replied, trotting over to his side. “Perfect timing, Cass.”

“How did you retrain your magic?” Dean pressed.

Cass winced. “I didn’t,” he admitted. “I don’t know what that was. I saw you guys in trouble and… I don’t know.”

Finally, some truth. I was just as surprised as the boys were that my magic had seemingly returned. I hadn’t spent any time trying to retrain it, not at that time. I’d been too busy with everything else.

It felt nice to not need to lie about something for once.

“Well, nice to know the magic of friendship tuned you back in,” Bobby commented sarcastically.

Dean stayed close to Cass’s side, and the angel pressed against his friend for support.

“I’m glad I found you,” Cass said shakily. “I have news.”

“Yeah? What?” Dean urged.

“I firmly believe Crowley is alive,” Castiel announced.

“You think, Daring Do?” Dean commented. The earth pony looked at his adoptive father and his brother. “Well guys, what do you think about Cass saving our asses?” His gaze narrowed as he added, “Again.”

Bobby sighed. “I think… we owe you an apology.”

Cass pushed himself off of Dean and titled his head. “For what?”

Sam’s ears fell back against his skull. “We’ve been hunting Crowley this whole time. And keeping it from you.”

“We… we thought you were working with him,” Bobby confessed.

“You thought what?” Cass responded, his voice sounding more alive than it had since his magic had returned.

“I know,” Dean chuckled. “Crazy, right?”

“It’s just that you torched the wrong bones,” Bobby stammered, then shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. We were wrong.”

Cass looked down at his hooves, then back at Bobby. “You know… you could’ve just asked me.”

“And we should’ve,” Dean replied instantly. “We never should have doubted you. We hope you can forgive us.”

Cass was quiet, then nodded. “It’s forgotten.”

Dean let out a breath. “Thanks.”

“Yeah, thanks Cass,” Sam added.

“It’s a little absurd, though,” Castiel put in.

Bobby looked away in shame. “I know, I know.”

“Masked Matterhorn going to the dark side,” Castiel continued with a snort. “I’m still just Castiel.”

Dean stepped away from Cass. The three mortal stallions exchanged looks, and the room fell quiet for several heartbeats.

“Yeah,” Dean said at last. “Guess we don’t need to watch our tails so closely anymore.”

“Exactly,” Castiel replied.

Of course, I didn't realize it at the time. But it was all over. Right then - just like that.