//------------------------------// // The more things change // Story: Supernatural Pony Tales. // by Alchemystudent //------------------------------// An old cart sits in the basement of an old house, rusted and broken. Cobwebs litter the scene as the sounds of two brothers echo through the building. Talks of hunts, killing monsters, and how to save people are heard. Heated arguments and loving embraces are all but memories as the black cart sits alone. A small bat flies through a window and looks at he cart before letting out a squeak and flying away.  Supernatural Pony...tales? Zipp took a deep breath, flapping her wings as she stood at the edge of a rock. Her eyes looked out upon the evening horizon and the starry sky as she began to prep herself for another midnight flight. For a brief instant, she  paused as she began to take in the events that had happened in her life. Now a flier once more, she was still in shock that she could once again take to the skies like her ancestors once did. What could she do now? The possibilities seemed endless to her.  Ready to take advantage of her new freedom, she prepared her flight when she heard a high pitched scream, “ZIP, HELP!” Eyes widened, Zip took to the sky in order to fly to where she heard her little sister scream. Flying down to the ground, she saw her little sister quivering in fear and shaking, “Pipp, what’s wrong? Who’s attacking you? Where are they?” “They’re gone!” Pipp said getting up and running to her big sister, “But I tought I saw,” she looked around scared before whispering, “Batponies.” This made Zipp  arch an eyebrow and then roll her eyes, “Batponies? Sis, that’s an old mare’s tale an you know it. They haven’t existed and never will. They are just creatures in movies meant to scare mares into their stallions arms and little fillies.” “I don’t know Zipp,” Pipp said, walking back to her sister and staying close, “Remember what happened to Meadowlark? He was found with two bitemarks in his neck and partially drained of his blood.” “That was tomato juice and he was bitten by a flying spider,” Zipp said. “Batponies do not exist. Ever You are just overreacting because it’s getting closer to Hallowing and you always hate this time of year.” “Because it’s scary!” Pipp said. “I swear if I didnt have a ton of cute costumes to put on, I would hide for the rest of the month.” Zipp chuckled at this and draped her wing over her sisters back, “Come on, I’ll take you home and then you’ll see that there are no batponies.” “There is no such thing as batponies sir,” Hitch said, tapping his hoof against his desk, his cheek laying on his other hoof. A look of exaspiratin in his eyes, “But congratulations! You are my thirtieth pony who claims to have seen a batpony this month, sixeth in the past two years, and one-hundred and twentieth since I started working here in this office.” “But, but it’s true!” the stallion said with hsi eyes wide, “I saw it! She was cute with slitted eyes and big fangs. She looked at me and said I looked tasty. Then she came at me and wanted to suck me dry!” Hitch paused at this, his eyebrow raised. Then he slowly face-hoofed while rubbing his face in exasperation, “Kripike...go home. You are drunk, and I think that mare is right now very disappointed in that you didn’t take her up on that offer.” Kripike looked down as he nodded and slowly, opening the door before passing by a tan large stallion with a mopy brown mane, “Still getting the crazies tonight, Hitch?” the stallion asked. “They multiply every year Sam,” Hitch said, “And always on the day of the dead. Is it just because of the candy? Is it the drinking?”  Sam chuckled at Hitch, “Maybe all of the above.” “So, what brings you down to the station? Asked Hitch, looking down at his papers. “Your brother hasn’t been in here for a few days so I know you aren’t picking him up.” Sam shook his head, “I was actually wondering if you need a new deputy. I was kind of hoping for a job.” “You might need to get in line, Sam.” Hitch joked, “Did you know that being one of the five ponies responsible for saving everything out there means that you become more popular thn ever?  Sam shook his head, “No, I had no idea. So no chances at becoming your deputy or a ranger under your call?” “Not unless you plan on waiting for the next few months,” itch siad, before sighing and shaking his head, “I swear, I am this close to rehiring Sprout just to avoid all of the paperwork!”  Sam laughed at this as he shook his head and walked outside of the police station. Sam walked home, looking down with a slow trot. Today was one of the last jobs he could find to help pay for his college and now he reached a dead end. Looking up at the moonlight, he watched the stars twinkling along the night sky. There was a part of him that wished he could grow wings or just learn to teleport away. But instead, he had to face the fact that he was always goning to be earthbound and stuck with earth pony needs like a job and money. Not helping his problem was his brother who was waiting for him at home. Seeing the small little house sitting just outside of the town, he smiled at the thought of having a quiet night to himself.   Slowly opening the door to his house, he was quickly grabbed by the shoulders of his older brother an pulled in, “Sam! Oh Sammy I’m glad you are here, you’ll never guess this. But I was right! They exist!” “What? Who? Who exists?” Sam asked walking into the living room to see a dark grey pony sitting with a cup of tea in her hooves. “Batponies man,” Dean said with a smile, “Told ya that they were real. This is Nightshade and I met her in the market earlier tonight. She told me she needed help to find somepony and I agreed to help her out.” Sam rolled his eyes at his brother’s exclamation and walked to Nightshade, “I am sorry mam, but ever since he was a teenager my brother had this crazy idea that Batponies exist.” “But we do exist,” Nightshade said with a happy smile, twitching her ears and showing the small little tufts of fur on them. She then stood on her hooves and unfolded her leathery wings, giving them a little flap, “Unless I had been imagining these leathery wings.” “What. You...you mean that...that,” Sam stepped back, shaking his head in shock. “All those stories are true? That you can’t stand the light and that you are vampires?” Nightshade sighed and said, “Only half of that is right. Yeah, we are a little scared of the sunlight, but I mean we’re bats. We live in caves for most of our lives, what you expect. But we don’t drink blood.” “Oh, that’s good,” Sam said, wiping his brow. “But there is somepony who is and that is why I am here!” Nightshade, watching Sam’s eyes widen in horror. Slowly, she began to walk to the window to look at the moon and frowning, “An old friend of mine, Azure Wing, he changed recently. He’s become darker, more cruel, and more vicious. I thought it was just some unresolved issues or something he was hiding from me. But then, a few days ago I saw him...” she shuddered.  Turning to look back at the two brothers, she continued, “I was told, a long time ago, that the best way to get help in case of things like this was to hunt down the Whinnychesters. I thought that they were all gone but then I met your brother tonight while he was walking through town.” “Yeah,” Dean smiled at her, “The moment  I realized what she was, I jumped for joy and brought her here. I figured it would be better to wait for you so we can both help her out.” Sam shook his head and brushed a part of his sandy hair back, “Wait, how did you know how to find us here? And why do you think we are able to help you.” “My mom said, a long time ago, a member of the whinnychesters helped us to kill one of the last vampires. She said that she thought he was making a living in this area before it turned into MAritime Bay. I thought this was a good place to start,” Nightshade said. “And I agreed because I read up on how to handle these bloodsucking freaks,” Dean said, pulling out a crossbow. Attaching it to his foreleg, he added, “And I’m not about to go hunting without my litle brother by my side.” Holding up a hoof, Sam shook his head dismissivly, “Whoah, Dean, hold it. Are you really suggesting that I go out with you, into a dangerous battlefield, and hunt down something that hasn’t been seen in who knows how many years? How crazy do you think I am?” “Appearently this crazy,” Sam whispered to himself for what seemed to be the fourth time as they neared the old house. Looking back at the decrepit building, he askedof Nightshade, “Why did your friend decide to hide out here?” Nightshade stepped forward slowly, looking back at Sam as she stepped through the tall grass, “He has a flair for the dramatic, always did. He wants to do this right, and where better than a creepy house on the left side of the road. Now, be quiet, we might be able to catch him off guard.” Sam nodded and walked slowly int the house, trying his best not to creak the floorboards as he made his way in. A part of him told him to run away, get out while he could. But something else, a long hidden instinct to fight against the darkness, told him to keep going. Looking down to his left, he saw the crossbow at his leg and he paused. Wondering if he could actually use it properly, like the hunters of old. He didn’t use crossbows much and now he expected to use it to kill a vampire. As they stepped into the main foyer, they heard a voice, “So Nightshade, did you bring me a snack?” whispered Azure Wing. “I did not such thing!” Nightshade said, stepping forward, “I came here to beg you to stop.” “Stop? Whatever for?! Can’t you see what is happening here?” asked Azure, spreading his wings and flying down from the rafters to land in front of the two and onto his hooves.Standing to his full intimidating height, he used his batwings to make a cape for himself. “We have been given the wondrous gift of our ancestors. We have been granted the gift of the nobility! Vampiric blood flows once more through the lands of Equestria after fading for so long.” A small chuckle escaped his lips, “And what a better time for the royal blood to be reborn! The monsters of the ponies nightmares have been slowly reborn. With the coming of the rebirth of magic come the rebirth of the things that thrive in the night. The monsters and nightmares of the ponies souls have been reborn, and we vampires havebeen granted the right to rule all!” “You call this nobility?” Sam asked, shaking his head, “You are nothing more than a monster who kills ponies and treats them like meat.” Azure shrugged his shoulders, “So? Why shouldn’t we treat lesser beings in such a way. We now live in a world where such power can flourish without anypony to stop us!” He began to laugh manicially, “The bureau has long been disbanded, a slayer has not been born in centuries, and anypony who may ave had the knowledge to kill us monsters is long since dead! WE are now alone here to rule over you small inferior creatures and no pony could stop us!” That was when an arrow wizzed through the air and struck Azure in the shoulder, causing his body to freeze up, “Wha-” unable to move, he gasped, “Dead pony’s blood, but how?” Dean stepped out from the shadows, cocking his crossbow while holding up a book in his other hoof, “Ya see this? This is a journal from my ancestor, somepony who used to fight against vamp bastards like you. She passed it to her sons and they passed it through the family to us. So yeah, there is still someone who is ready to remind you bastards that there are ones who are ready to fight back!” Azure growled as he stepped forward, the effects weakening, “I will drink on your blood first!” “Sammy! Need a little help here!” Dean said, keeping an eye on the vampire. “How?!”  Dean looked around, “The journal says to properly kill a vampire, we need to cut off his head after staking it! I got the knife, I need you to stake him.” Sam nodded, before looking back at Nightshade, “Do it. He’s no longer my friend,” Nightshade said, trying to help by looking for a chair. Seeing a broken chair, Sam kicked the chair into splinters and releasing one of the legs. Then he began to kick it until it was a sharp edge and grabbed the wooden stake in his mouth. Turning around, he threw the stake through the air and into the chest of the vampire pony, parylizing him. Taking his chance, Dean pulled out a large silver blade and cut the vampire pony’s head off.  Dean smiled as he watched the vampire turn into dust, and then looked back at his little brother with a smile. ( a few days later) Sam walked back to his home, another job hunt failed. Shaking his head, he wondered if he should’ve taken Nightshade on her offer to go to the Batpony caves, might have found a better life there. As he stepped into the house, he found it empty and eerily silent, “Dean?” “In the garage!” Dean shouted from within. “I just finished putting the final touches on her.” “Her?” asked Sam as he walked into the garage to find Dean standing in front of a black carrage with a powerful looking harness and room for two ponies, “Dean? What did you do?” “Fixed her up,” Dean said, smiling. “I figured it would be something we could use to travel around the country and it looks really nice in the nighttime.” “Travel?” Sam questioned, noting the serious look coming to his brother’s face. “Azure was right. When Sunny brought the magic back, she rung the bell for the other creatures of the night to start coming back. And right now? There is nopony out there who can fight back, anymore,” Dean said, looking at the boxes of weapons he attached to the cart. Then he looked back to his brother, “Except us.” “Us?” asked Sam. “There’s an old family saying, ‘Hunting monsters, saving ponies,the family business’. I always wondered what that mean, and now I know. Ponies like us? We have a duty, to remind all of the spooks that there is something out there that will always bump back against them and save the ponies of the world,” Dean said. Then he smiled at Sam, “And I can’t imagine doing it without you, Sam.” Sam shook his head, “You know it’s going to be hard. And we need to make sure we have ways to pay for lodging and food and-” “That’s something yu can take care of.” Dean said, and then looked to Sam with a tender look. “Do you really have anything holding you here?” Sam tought, ad then sighed before saying, “Fine. I’ll do it. Let’s go and kill some monsters together.” Dean chuckled as ht turned around to look back at the Impala, “Remember that song mom used to sing to us?” “Yeah, it was a personal favorite of hers,” Sam said, before chuckling, “What? You wanna sing it or something?” “Yeah, it would be a good way to start our journey,” Dean said.  Sam sighed and nodded, before turning to walk to the impala as he began to sing. Carry on my Wayward son There'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry no more Dean smiled at his little brother and joined in as the two walked towards their Impala, and their destiny, doing a slow walk. Not noticing the shadows of the past, of their ancestors walking towards a similar cart Once I rose above the noise and confusion Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion I was soaring ever higher But I flew too high Though my eyes could see, I still was a blind man Though my mind could think, I still was a mad man I hear the voices when I'm dreaming I can hear them say And in a roar of triumph and heroism, the two rode off to destiny. Sam Whinnychester: Jared Paleki Dean Whinnychester: Jasen Ackles An alicorn watched from the sky, “And so it is, as things change so they stay the same. Two brothers go off to hun the things that hunt the night. Always traveling and killing the monsters that lurk. This is Castiel, last of the CIA...signing off.” And with that, Castiel flew to the sky. ...Just a glimpse of the future...