//------------------------------// // doctor? // Story: my little supernatural // by thepinkparty //------------------------------// Dean woke up the next morning with the warm rays of the sun on his face and the sound of birds chirping in the trees. A breeze wafted through the window and brought the scent of morning dew to him. He sat up on his bed and rubbed his eyes, something was wrong. His back didn't hurt, he wasn't tired, and he was strangely clearheaded. This new morning routine seemed to bug him more than the fact that he had a tail. Speaking of rear ends he had to get up off his and plant it on a toilet. A couple of moments later Sam walked in holding a plain white paper bag in his mouth and a newspaper in his left saddlebag, the other side still had rock salt in it. Sam dropped off the bag on his bed and wriggled out of the saddle. "Sam is that you?" "Yeah. I brought you breakfast, apparently these pony folk haven't heard of fast food so I dropped by Pinky Pie's bakery. I brought you a cupcake." Dean didn't respond. "Dean?" "Yeah, I'm in the bathroom. I think." Sam walked over to the doorway concerned that his brother didn't know where he was. "Dean, what's wrong?" Sam saw him staring down at the same strange contraption he had tangled with the night before. Truth be told he still wasn't sure if he did it right. "Is this supposed to be the toilet?" "Uh, yeah." "How the hell am I supposed to use it?" He asked, more angry than confused. Sam's answer came later than expected. "...Wing it?" "Get out." Dean growled. …... 'Welcome to Ponyville!' The cupcake had said in bright pink frosting. There was also a drawing of Pinky and what was supposed to be the Winchester's celebrating. Dean scarfed it down before leaving the room embarrassed by the fact that he was living out a little girl's dream. Now they were wandering through the streets, walking the beat and asking anypony if they had seen or heard anything strange apart from last night. Everyone had said no, until now the attacks were concentrated in Canterlot. "Alright so we know it's the princess. Question is how do we stop freaking royalty? I mean it's not like back home Sam, we can't just sneak up on her lair and gank her with...what are we using again?" Dean asked as he wiped frosting from his mouth. "I'm not sure. But we've gotten into tougher spots before right? And as for "ganking" her, we might not have to." "You're thinking locking her in her room?" "Yeah, on the moon." "Oh, that's a real smart idea. We'll just walk up to her sister and say "Excuse us, we're two ponies you've never seen before and likely will never see again. But we think you're sister is the one behind the kidnappings and we'd appreciate it if you banished her off again." Dean smile mockingly at his brother. "No, Dean. It's not going down like that." "Then please tell me how it is going down Redman." Sam rolled his eyes and started walking towards Twilight's library. …... Inside the library Spike was busy mopping the floor. It was amazing how much dirt could settle on the floor when nopony was around. 'Seriously how is this possible?' Spike asked himself as he started dragging the bucket of dirty water towards the door. Not knowing the Winchesters were just outside as he opened the door and threw the water out. "...the one with the crown..." the water splashed into Sam's face. "thing." Spike turned around and saw two tan soaking wet ponies, and while one's mane was long enough to cover his eyes, the other one wasn't, and he looked ready to kill him. "Oh, I'm so sorry you guys I didn't see you there! H-honest." Dean calmed down while Sam struggled to wring the water out of his hair. He chuckled at his brother's awkward movements. "Nah, don't worry about it kid. Sammy got the worst of it anyway." "Sammy?" Both the Winchesters eyes bulged when Spike said his name. "Uh, yeah. Sammy. Old family nickname. But only family is allowed to use it, got it?" Dean frowned. "Got it!" Spike straightened up, then laughed. "It's good to see you guys again." "Yeah, I bet it is." Dean fist/hoof bumped with the little purple dragon. "Barney." Dean and Spike became fast friends the day before. While Sam was off with Twilight learning how to read, he and Spike hit it off by talking about how girly ponyville was, and from there they covered a whole range of topics. Music, sports, food. Dean was surprised by Spikes love for Rock music, hell, he was surprised rock existed in this universe. Likewise Spike was amazed at how much Chevy liked sausage, Dean had to come up with an excuse, but considering he was from 'a far away place' it wasn't that hard. Dean had also dubbed Spike 'Barney' because of how much he looked like that annoying purple dinosaur. "I told you to call me Spike." "You gotta earn a name like shorty." "Uh, Chevy? Remember why we're here?" "Oh, yeah. Is Twilight in? My brother's dying for another date." "Dude. Seriously?" "What?" Spike chuckled. "Yeah, she's upstairs in her room. Or should I say locked up in her room, said something about the fate of Equestria and started reading all sorts of dusty old books." "What?" The brothers said together. "Oh, don't take it too seriously. She's always going on about these sorts of things." Sam and Dean shared a look as Spike walked away dragging the bucket and mop behind him. They knew the crazy ones were usually on to something, but if they followed this lead blindly it would almost certainly cause a decline in their status. Dean nodded his head toward the stairs and Sam followed through. "Hey, uh, Spike. Why don't you try tellin me what Twilight is going all Leonard Bernstein about." …... Upstairs Twilight was busy flipping through countless old books, each bigger and dustier than the one before. She was running back and forth between shelves when she heard a knock on her door. "I said not now Spike! Get to work on the kitchen!" Twilight said angrily as she used her magic to flip through the pages of yet another archaic book. "Um, actually it' me...Doodles." Another softer knock was heard as Sam dropped his head on her door, embarrassed. "Oh, I'm sorry Doodles but I can't give you another lesson right now. I'm too busy." Sam's muffled voice came through the door as he peered through the keyhole. "Yeah, Spike said you were concerned about the fate of Equestria, or something?" He tried his best to sound nonchalant. "Oh, no he told you that? Listen you just need to leave right now." "Twilight I want to help." She stopped for a moment, not sure how to respond. She expected this from the moment she started, she turned to the newspaper laid out on her desk and instantly grew firm. "No. You can't be a part of this. It's too big for somepony like you take in." "What do you mean somepony like me?" Sam became offended but shook his head. "Whatever it is I'm sure I can handle it." He continued staring through the hole, when suddenly Twilight's own giant purple eye appeared. Sam drew back a bit, startled, but stuck his eye back into the keyhole. "Doodles if I told you what was happening it would turn your world upside down." Sam couldn't help but smile. "How so?" "Because..." her eye disappeared. "That's what's happening to me!" She said somewhere beyond the threshold. "Try me." He said as calmly as possible. He heard hoofsteps on the other side and Twilight's eye reappeared. "Doodles, are you sure you want to know? It's pretty extreme." "Sure, just tell me what you're talking about." Twilight took a deep breath then said with a quiver in her voice. "Murder." "Murder!" Sam stepped back as he heard several clicks coming from the door. It opened up and before he could say anything Twilight reached out and threw him inside. Sam toppled end over end and came to rest against a tower of books causing it to tip over on top of him. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry." Twilight rushed to his aid after she finished locking the door. Sam got out from under them and rubbed his head. "It's okay, I'm fine. Now you said something about murder?" Twilight reeled back. "Yes, I'm afraid so. Some poor pony was found dead in Fillydelphia this morning. It was all over the papers." She pointed over at the desk and Sam made his way to the paper. The headline read "Dead Equine Found", that was it, short and sweet. Sam guessed they didn't have much experience with crime. "I've decided to keep Spike busy with house chores all day long so he wouldn't hear about..." "That's it?" "What?" Twilight was genuinely surprised. "I mean..."Sam shrugged. "I can see you're disturbed but one murder hardly seems to justify you freaking out over the end of the world." Twilight stood silent for a moment, mouth open. "Hardly? A pony's been murdered! In all of the history of Equestria there has never been a reported incident of a murder! Don't you get it? This is the beginning of the end!" Twilight raised her forelegs over her head as she said this. "Twilight, calm down." "How can I calm down when the very fabric of society is falling apart!" Sam looked out the window. The birds were chirping, the sun was shining, and ponies everywhere were smiling at each other. "Uhh..." "The princess needs to know about this. But this is national news so she should already right? Oh, but what if I don't inform her and she thinks I didn't take notice? What if she thinks I'm not mature enough to handle a situation like this! What if..." "Twilight!" She jumped as he raised his voice. "Sorry. Twilight you seem to be the only one who knows about this and what's more, you seem to be the only one who can help my brother and me. "What do you mean?" Sam explained what had happened last night. "So anyway that's about everything. Me and my brother sort of have experience in this field but I just think it would go so much easier with your help." Twilight stood frozen for a moment, taking in what Doodles had just said. "I understand if I'm asking too much." "No, it's fine. I'll do it." "You will? "Yes if it really is the princess then you will need my help. I'll have to ask the princess for the elements of harmony, they're the only way we can banish her again." She sighed. "I really thought she changed." "Hang on Twilight. We're not a hundred percent sure it's the princess behind the murder. Right now the best we can do is to look at the evidence and try to piece together what's going on." "How are you going to do that?" "Yeah, unfortunately we don't have our stuff with us so I'm going to need your help," Sam drew an uneasy breath "forging some police badges." …... Back downstairs Dean was teaching Spike how to play poker. "Alright see, three of the same suit is good but if I have a straight, then you're screwed." "Boy, this game sure is hard." "It's even harder when you play for money. Or years." "Huh?" "Nothing. Hey Twilight. Doodles." Dean didn't hide his smile as the two made their way down the steps. "So what's going on?" "Uh, Spike? Doodles and I sort of made a mess in my study, could you go clean it up." "Fine. It was nice seeing you guys again." "Yeah, catch ya later barney." As soon as they heard the door close they got down to business. "Sounds like you two lovebirds had a good time. You know you where gone for almost ten minutes." "Dean." "Who's Dean?" Sam panicked. "Uh, nobody." Dean shot him a look. "Anyways, Chevy, turns out there was a murder last night, in Fillydelphia." "So?" "So I think we should go investigate it." "Doodles you already know my feelings to foreign affairs." "Would it help if I told this was the first murder in the history of Equestria?" Dean became silent. "What if I said I could only use the elements of harmony against Princess Luna if I have sufficient evidence?" "And we're are you going to get this evidence?" "We're going to get it. The way we always have." "This goes against my better judgment, but if it's the only way I can't say no." Twilight's horn glowed as she brought out the fake badges. "These badges are for the Pony Investigation Group, they outrank local police and will grant you immunity from the princess's guards if they find you." "P.I.G. Huh? Awesome." "I sent a message to my friend Rarity to make some uniforms for you guys. Doodles said it would help a lot if you looked the part. She works fast, so if you leave now she should have them ready, and you just might make the 10:05 Friendship Express to Fillydelphia." "The what?" "The friendship express, Chevy." Sam looked away from his brother. Dean opened his mouth. Of all the things he could say right now, none would be appropriate. He stayed that way for a long time before he shook his head and said, "I'm just gonna go." …... "I don't feel right about this." Sam said as he got off the train "Tell me about it. Riding on The Friendship Express? I feel like putting a bullet in my skull just saying those words." "No I mean, what if it was that spirit that killed this guy? Maybe it got so pissed at me for challenging it, it went and started slaughtering ponies?" "You're a real pessimist you know that Sam?" Dean said as he walked through the crowd. Everybody seemed nervous and traveled in groups greater than three. There was large gathering nearby that caught his attention. "Hey, what do you think?" "Could be, lets go" The brothers made their way through the crowd holding their badges in their mouths. "What do we got?" Dean asked as he reached the front. One of the police ponies immediately started pushing him back. "You can't be here, step back behind the line." "I don't think you know who you're talking." Sam stepped up and presented his fake badge. The officer took one look at it and apologized. "So who's in charge here?" "That would be Sheriff Mountie sir." He pointed out a beige pony with a red coat. "Thanks." Dean went on to talk to the sheriff while Sam hung back. "Uhh, what happened to the body?" he asked the pony "We moved it to the morgue at the hospital. We thought considering the circumstances we should move it right away." "Considering the circumstances I'd think you'd be wise enough to leave the body where you found it unless you're willing to risk destroying evidence." Sam put on a tough face. "Sorry, sir. But it was the sheriff's orders." Sam nodded and went off to join his brother. "So what you're saying is this black cloud just came out?" Dean asked "That's what the witness recounted. You'd think if she were telling a lie she'd thought of a better one, ay? "What is this about a black cloud?" "Witness says she was out for a late night walk with her husband, when this black cloud comes out of nowhere and starts hassling them." "Don't forget, that's when the magical zebra showed up." Sheriff Mountie added. "Did you just say magical zebra?" "That's right I did. Don't ask me where the zebra came from, but the witness said she's the one that killed her husband." "Then the black cloud just came out and vanished. The zebra did too and the wife just fainted." "Tell me sheriff, did you by any chance procure any forensic evidence from the body before sending it to the morgue?" …... Sam and Dean entered a familiar white tiled room filled with row after row of lockers. The cool air chilled their flanks and caused their breath to hang in the air before disappearing. There were several names written in pony over the handles of each handle signifying which were occupied or not. "Figures the one place that reminds me of home is a room full of dead people." Dean said. Right away a beige pony with a brown spiky mane and a lab coat entered the room. "Right then boys. You're here to see Mr. Stone?" He said with a British accent. "Yes, we are. Agents..." "Yes I know. Agents Boulder and Gully, P.I.G. The local police informed me when they called me over from ponyville. Let's have a look shall we?" The pony made his way over to a drawer and pulled it open with his teeth. A white sheet covered the body and again he removed it with his teeth. Sam was about to make a comment about his personal hygiene but the pony's body stopped him. The report said the pony was somewhere in his mid-thirty's and very athletic, but the pony that lay in front of him was wrinkled, saggy, and otherwise bloated. His eyes were clouded over, his mane was gray and patchy, and his wrinkled lips were pulled back in a sick smile that revealed a mouth pockmarked with decaying and missing teeth. The smell was unbearable, but nothing new to the Winchesters. "There he is, in what's supposed to be the prime of his life." The Doctor said in a grim voice then he looked up at the both of them and saw they were studying the body carefully. Not a trace of disbelief or shock on their faces, rather they looked intrigued and even decisive about what had happened to him. One of them pointed out a distinguishing mark on the body and the other lowered his head to inspect the injury more carefully. "Pardon me for asking, but are you boys familiar with this sort of work?" "We're at the top of the food chain bro, um, pony...brony?" Dean said while Sam moved to the lower extremities which showed significant wear. "We deal with this on a day to day basis, trust me." "I'm sorry it's just that, these sorts of crimes don't happen all that often in Equestria. I can't help but wonder what else would happen in the course of your work day." Dean was at a loss for words. What else could he do but say "uh". Thankfully his brother came to his rescue. "Hey, Boulder check this out." He called his attention to the horn. "Doctor is it normal for unicorns to have such deep cracks in their horns? Even at old age?" "No not likely. What does cause cracks in the horn is the strenuous use of magic." "Well that explains the list." Dean said. "The list?" The doctor asked. "Yeah, in the forensic report they found traces of magic all over the place. Protection spell, shield spell, fire spell, spear spell, blinding spell and about thirty other types of spells, and that was just the first page." "I see. Well what of these two punctures on the neck, what do you make of them agent Gully." "I've seen this before." Sam said as he hovered over the wound. "It bears resemblance to the bite of a vampire bat. It's supposed to encourage bloodletting for feeding purposes, but I've never seen a bat big enough to cause this." He shot his brother a look. "Well, that seems to make sense. Now what do you think might've caused such a bite?" "Hard to say, but whatever did it must've sucked the blood essence out of him." "Blood essence?" Dean and the Doctor said jointly. "You mean you don't know?" He asked more of his brother than the doctor. "Blood essence is what is believed to be the very energy or life force that drives all living beings. Ancient druids, uhh, that is to say druid ponies, believed that it was possible to obtain eternal life by boiling and drinking the blood of others. So whatever or whoever sucked this pony dry enough for him to age this severely probably did so to extend her own life." "Her? You mean to say you have a suspect already?" "We may have someone in mind. You ever heard of Nightmare Moon doc? We think she's making a comeback." Dean said. "Hmm." The Doctor pondered on this for a second. "Gentlecolts, we may have a common goal in mind. Though your pony anatomy could use some corrections. You see agents, ponies here don't have a single drop of blood in their bodies." The brothers remained silent. "And in all the history of, well, EVER, there was never a mention of any so called 'druid ponies'. Which makes me suspect that you two aren't from around here at all." Sam and Dean shuffled a bit. "If anything I'd guess you two are from out west, am I right? Beyond Appleloosa?" "Yeah, that's right." Sam said. "Yes, well, back to the topic. As I said your understanding of pony anatomy is quite off by a few veritable degrees. Though we Equestria ponies do not have a blood we do have an essence within us, as you have so conveniently put it, a life force. You see pony bodies aside from not having blood also do not have much in the way of a skeleton." "No skeleton?" Sam asked. "Bone structure would be a better way to put it. A pony's skeleton is largely comprised of a jelly like substance that conducts this magical energy that gives us our life. Our bodies are also not comprised of flesh or muscle, but a rather elastic sinew that cushions any blow we receive allowing us to bounce back from any attack." "So what you're saying is you got a body full of cartilage that carries magic all over the place like electricity through a wire? And I bet their hooves are made from the same stuff as their horns. You know acting like a ground to keep from getting... I don't know shocked or something. Right?" Sam gave Dean a funny look. "Shark week dude." "Very nicely deducted Agent. Though I'm afraid that only pertains to unicorn ponies." Dean shrugged. "But you're not far off from coming to the conclusion as to why pegasus ponies can fly and walk on clouds." He looked at Dean expectantly. "Oh, um..." Dean scratched his head. "Yeah, I don't know." Dean smiled awkwardly as the doctor looked from him to Sam. "I'm going to guess their bones are hollow, like birds? I don't know how they walk on clouds, I didn't even know they could." "Well if you don't mind the biology lesson." Sam and Dean shook their heads." The fur is hydrophobic in a sense repelling microscopic particles of water that would otherwise cling to their coats and weigh them down, like us. Also much like our fellow here the hooves are quite unique for pegasus ponies as they contain small air pockets that act as a cushion from the static in the clouds." The doctor turned and slipped on a surgical mask. "Now what do you say we finish examining this body." Sam and Dean took their time with the doctor examining the body, mostly because not one of them could keep a hold on the scalpel or any other medical instrument. As it turned out besides the horn and hooves being cracked, the body also seemed to have unusual bruising along the abdomen that branched out over the body. They spent what seemed like hours before the doctor admitted defeat as the scalpel slipped his double hoofed grip. "Oh, what's the use with these bloody things. I couldn't hold my sonic screwdriver much less this outdated savage instrument." "What?" Sam looked at the doctor surprised. "Sorry I'm late boys. The trains seem to be running slow today." Twilight walked into the room wearing Rhinestone cat glasses and dressed in a similar suit and tie as the Winchester's. "Good afternoon sir, my name is Constance Peril. Why don't you fill me in on what I've..."She paused as caught her first glimpse of the dead pony. "...missed out on." The doctor took a short time to explain everything they covered in the past two hours. After he was done. Sam suggested that she help them in performing an autopsy on the pony. "You're a unicorn, so you can use your magic to cut him open right?" Twilight was visibly disturbed by the suggestion, but she took a deep breath and agreed. She lifted he scalpel off the tray and began making the incision over the stomach, right over the mysterious bruise. Twilight wasn't alone when she gagged as the cut burst the stomach and sent out a small burst black slime. "What the hell is that?" Dean asked as Sam and the doctor drew closer. Twilight continued the incision and oozed more of the slime along with the intestines. She dropped the scalpel immediately and turned around. "Stiff upper lip, mum." The doctor said as he dove into the mess with his gloved hooves. Dean pointed out something strange among the ooze that looked like a worm. "Well now that is strange isn't it?" The Doctor reached for it but drew back startled as he slipped on the cold floor. Sam helped steady him and he got back to separating the strange object from the ooze only to have it split in half. "I say could you give me a hand Agent Peril. Just lift this thing over to the tray would you?" Twilight did so with one eye shut to avoid looking at the carnal mess, surprisingly as she did the object seemed to attach itself together. The slime also seemed to solidify as well and change in color from black to blue grey. "Stranger even, it seems to react positively to your magic agent." Sam reached for the weird thing when he got a shock. "Ahh, that stung." "Hmm, gentlecolts it seems as though whatever killed this fellow also liquified his skeleton. Or at least the part that conducts magic." "Makes sense. Take the venom out of a snake and what do you got?" Sam and the doctor looked over at him. "You got a belt." Dean smiled. Sam shrugged of his brother's lame joke and went back to the body. "You know if magic gives these ponies life I wonder if the heart and lungs are missing. Uhh, Constance? Could you hand me that pry bar?" Twilight regained her composure enough to manually hand Sam the metal bar. She studied enough anatomy books to tolerate some of this operation. "Thanks." She might even be able help Doodles look at the pony's insides and help him find the heart. So she took a deep breath and watched as he stuck his hoof tenderly over lower ribs and then slip the pry bar beneath the ones above. It looked easy enough, and now she could say to the princess that she did take matters into her hooves. She wasn't afraid of any challenge that presented itself. Sam grunted loudly as he lifted his head and split the ribs with a sick crunch. "Well the heart seems to be okay. Lungs are alright." "Will you relax already. We're dealing with a killer pony not a werewolf." "A what?" "Hey what's this? Constance hand me a...Constance?" Sam looked around but couldn't find Twilight. "Looks like she made like that ribcage and split." Dean laughed loudly at his originality, and even the doctor partook with a small chuckle. Outside Twilight paced back and forth as she took deep breaths trying desperately to get the image out of her head. She didn't dare close her eyes for fear of imprinting it on her mind so instead she just watched the floor. Eyes on the floor, always watching the floor, even when she ran into a gray pony and ended up on the floor. "Oh, I'm so sorry." Said a girlish voice. "Oh, hey Twilight!" Twilight looked up from her daze and saw Derpy. "No, I'm sorry Derpy. I wasn't watching where I was going. What are you doing way out here in Fillydelphia?" "Oh, I'm here for the doctor. I'm his assistant you know." "Assistant? When did this happen?" "Before last year's Sun festival." "I didn't know you had an interest in medicine. What made you want to become a nurse?" "Umm, I don't know. When did I become a nurse?" "Didn't you just say you were the Doctor's assistant?" "Uh-huh?" "Well..." "Well what?" Derpy smiled awkwardly. Up to this point in their conversation her eyes faced forward, but no longer as she was confused by Twilight. "Ooh, there he is!" She trotted over to the hospital entrance where the doctor emerged with the Winchester's. "Heya Doctor Whooves! Are you ready to go?" "Ah, yes assistant. Allow me to introduce you to Agents Boulder and Gully, P.I.G. Something tells me we're going to be working together in the near future.' "Hello Agents! I'm Derpy." "Hello." "Hey." "Anyway Gents I'm afraid my time is up here I must return to my workshop." "Whoa, wait workshop?" Dean asked. "Yep, he calls it the Tar-T-Tard...oh I forget." "The Tardis assistant." "Oh, yeah. That." Derpy said with a wide smile. "The Tardis?" "Yes. Now if you'll excuse me gents I have work to do. Ready assistant? Allons-y!" And with that he took off with Derpy flying hot on his tail as she waved good-bye behind her. "That was weird." "Yes. It was." A stupid grin came across Sam's face. "Hey, Twilight why did you come over here?" "I thought you might need some help if the badges didn't work. But I guess you didn't. Now I'm starting to regret it." "Listen, I know how this may seem a bit crazy but..."Twilight cut him off. "No, it's okay. Could you just give me a minute to walk this off. I'll meet you two back at the train station." Twilight walked away leaving them alone. "Wow, not even lunchtime and the kid's ready to quit." Dean said. Behind him one of the nurses walked up to Sam and informed them that the doctor was ready to help them examine the body. "The doctor was busy with a house call all day but now he's all yours." "Thanks, could you tell him we'll be right in?" The nurse smiled and walked away. Dean nodded to his brother and they bolted. "What the hell? I thought the other guy was the doctor?" "Maybe he was maybe he wasn't." "What are you talking about he had a lab coat on. He didn't even give us a fake name." "That's because he didn't have to. He was The Doctor." "Doctor who?" "Exactly."