//------------------------------// // The wishmaster // Story: Supernatural Pony Tales. // by Alchemystudent //------------------------------// What happened to their father on that day Sent two brothers on a quest for answers Now the hunters are in Ponyville, On the hunt for a pony who wants to use The supernatural for his own means One brother is on the hunt to honor his mother The other to avenge his beloved One is destined for war The other for protection Supernatural Pony Tales         “So, let me get this straight,” a bulky stallion with a baseball cap on his head said as he looked at the two brothers, “Ya say that you’ve been here for the past month, thinking that there is some pony out there wanting to use some blood fer a spell but you have not idea what the heck it is?”         “That’s right Bobby,” Sam said as he gave a drink to the brown stallion with the bobby pin cutie mark, “but all we’ve able to find are just a bunch of random cases that don’t link up.”         “Nothing’s ever that random, Sam,” the stallion said, taking the drink in his hoof and gulping it down. “A good mage knows how to take what he needs when the it calls for it. After all, the best recipes are the ones you make your own. What’s happened?”         “Well, first,” Dean said, sitting next to his friend, “we had to deal with a vengful ghost, then Freddy Kreuger, and then this raping entity.”         As Dean told the events of the past few days, the stallions eyes opened wide in shock as he realize what was the connection, “Oh, Celestia, what did you boys walk into.” “What do ya mean?” Dean asked, taking a small sip of his drink. “Well, ya see,” Bobby said, scratching his chin, “about a few years ago, your mom and me were on a case together to stop a witch from using ingredients like what you guys described, only he opted for dragon’s blood instead of crystal pony.” Dean raised an eyebrow at the word ingredients, “ What do you mean ‘ingredients?” “Dragon’s blood, or crystal pony blood, ashes of a spirit of vengeance, the sword of the dream warrior, and ectoplasm are ingredients to make a wishing stone.” Bobby said, looking up from his bottle, “ A wishing stone is a stone meant to trap in the spirit of a power djinn. The ectoplasm and the ashes are meant to give the djinn shape and a heart while the sword is meant to make it vengeful and deadly.” “What else is it supposed to do, besides trapping a djinn,” Sam asked. “According to the story, when the stone is formed, whoever touches the gem will have three wishes granted to him by the djinn. Until those three are granted, the djinn has full reign to walk around the world and grant one wish to whoever he hears it from...with very disasterous results.” Bobby said. “The wishes turn out bad don’t they?” Dean asked. “Yep, until the one who touches the stone makes three wishes, then when its granted...the djinn will have no one to hold him back and he will open the gates of tartarus to unleashe all who are trapped there upon the world. Basically, when that last wish is granted, we are all royally flipped,” Finished Bobby, as he drank the last of his cider. “So,” Dean asked, getting up and walkng to the door, “Where are we going to find Aladdin and his magic stone?” Bobby let out a sigh and put his hoof to his scruffy chin, “If I were to hazard a guess, it would be somewhere where somepony like the princess wouldn’t be able to detect the spell when it was cast.” Sam’s eyes opened up as he began to remember seeing a few siglis in the attic of the Orlock house,” Wait a sec! Back at the Orlock place, there were some sigils that could’ve been used to cloak magic. At first, I thought it might have been something Orlock has set up in case he was hunted down by other hunters, but what if our guy used it to hide his tools when decided to make his stone.” “Sounds like a good place to start,” Dean said as he opened the door. “Let’s go.” Somewhere, up in the attic of the old Orlock house, the tall stallion began his final preperations, “Ahhhhh, the blood is heated perfectly,” a sneer came to his face as he watched the bubbling blood began to crystalize. Walking slowly, he began to pull out the other three items that he had collected over the month; each of them carefully perseved in a tight container. “Now it is time,” he said, his voice bearly above a wisper, “for me to achieve my wishes. First, the blade of the nightmare soldier,” he said, placing a piece of Freddy’s glove on top of the stone, “Then, the dust of a vengful angel as it is covered with the ectoplasm of a ghost. By covering the crystal stone made from the blood of a creature I now summon a djin to grant me my wishes!” The stallion smiled a wide grin as the stone was covered in a black and purple light that absorbed the ingrediants. Lighting began to jump and dance along the stone’s faceted surface, making it glow and shimmer in the dull moonlight. Within a few short minutes, the stone soon stopped flowing with electricty and was now just a bright red stone. Slowly, the stallion reached over to the pan that the stone rested in, only to watch in horror as the stone was shot out from it resting spot, “How about you get away from that stone and come with us, stone-boy.” Dean commanded, Sam and Bobby at his side with their crossbows drawn. “NO!” Yelled the stallion in defiance, “You are-” “Ruining your spell, yadada,” Dean said, firing another bolt at the stone, sending it flying in the air and sailing into a dark corner, next to Sam’s foot, “How about you just go to Canterlot and cry Celestia a river.” “I DID NOT WORK HARD FOR A MONTH JUST TO HAVE MY WISH-STONE TAKEN FROM ME!” The stallion yelled as he charged for the brother that was closest to him and tackled Sam to the ground. Shocked at the stallion’s attack, Sam was unprepared for the tackle and began to struggle against him, unkownly striking his shoulder against the red stone. Grunting, Sam managed to use his left hind leg to boot he stallion off of him and leaving room for Dean to buck the stallion in the head and koing him. Chuckling, Dean walked over to his little brother and helped the light brown stallion up, “Surpised ya, didn’t he?” “Yeah, kind of stupid of me to let him get me like that,” Sam said, looking around, “Where’s the stone?” “Over there,” Dean said, pointing to the still stone, “though I don’t know what we are going to do with it. Can’t touch it or else the spirit is going to have us trying to make a wish.” Bobby walked away from the unconsious stallion, “I’ll have some of the police ponies see if they can get in touch with Celestia and have her teleport the stone to the Canterlot vaults for safety.” “That’ll work,” Dean said, smiling, always happy to have his fathe-figure there, “thanks Bobby.” “Don’t thank me, ya idjot,” Bobby said, ruffing the older Whinnycester brother’s mane, “Ya know I’m always there for ya.” Dean smiled softly at this mention as he and his brother followed the stallion out the door. As they left, they did not notice the stallion waking up, still tied up, “DAMN IT! Now I’ll never get my wish for ultimate knowledge and power.” “Is that what you wish for? Then say it,” said a calm and light sounding voice from the shadows. “I wish for ultimate knowledge! Wait,” the stallion said, his eyes crooked in confusion, “W-who said that?” “I did,” the calm voice said, placing a shadowy claw onto the stallion’s face, “and I am about to give you ultimate knowledge as you wish. Ultimately,” he said with a chuckle, “ death is all that we know in this world.”         “W-wait,” TThe stallion said, feeling his body aging and turning slowly into dust, “I summoned you, don’t I get two more wishes?”         “And though I thank you for bringing me to this plane,” the creature said, assuming the stallions form, but changing the mane and cutie mark, “You are not the one I want. I would rather have the young Winnychester. He did touch the stone.” The stallion said, running his hand through his red mane and walking away from the body. Using his magic, he lifted the stone and placed it in his mane. A smile came to him as he looked at the picture of a genie on his flank, “Appropiate mark, though I would’ve preferred Eden Bar as opposed to just a blue wisp.”                  “YOU’RE LEAVING?!” Screamed Pinkie Pie from behind her counter.         “Yeah, as soon as I pick up some of your muffins, me and Dean are heading out,” Sam said as he sat at the small table.         “Aw,” Pinkie Pie said, he face drooping as she put the last few muffins into the bag, “but I bearly have enough time to throw you two a “goodbye for now, see you next year,” party.”         “We prefer it this way. We’re not the type to annouce our leaving to the whole world and besides,” Sam said, putting the bits on the table and taking the bag in his mouth, “There shouldn’t be much problems once the wishing stone goes into the archives.”         “You found a wishing stone? OH THAT IS SO COOL!” Pinkie Pie said, jumping up and down as her enthuasim picking up, “You know that if I found a wishing stone I would’ve wished for the world’s largest chocloate rasberry cake or I would try and wish for the materials to make the largest party and invite the entire world. What would you wish for?”         Several thoughts flowed through Sam’s head as he began to think about all of the things he could want: his father alive, his girl back in his forelegs, and so much more, “Nothing, I can’t really think of anything.”         “Aw, that’s too bad, because I would definatally...” Pinkie said, beginning a long marathon of wishes.         As Sam listened to the pink pony’s running mouth, his ears perked at the sound of the front door opening. Turning his head to the direction of the door, he saw Dean standing in the doorway panting, “Dean? What’s going-”         “We got problems Sam, djinn problems,” Dean said panting and running back out the door.         Without a second though, Sam shotnup from his seat and ran after Dean to catch up with him, “What do you mean djinn problems? Didn’t we stop the stallion from the touching the stone, there shouldn’t be a djinn out there.”         “Yeah, well appearently genie-boy didn’t get the message, listen,” Dean said, nudging his head to a mare sitting in tears as she talked to a police officer.         “I was just joking around with him, saying I wish you would put a cork in it,” the purple mare cried, “then a flying from out of nowhere and jammed itself down his throat and killed him.”         As the words hit Sam’s ears, he remembered  the words that Bobby said about how the wishes would lead to death, “DAMN IT!” He exclaimed, punching the wall and turning to walk away, “How can this be possible, none of us touched the stone.”         “I’m not sure about that,” Dean said as he and his brother walked towards their current house, “You didn’t feel anything sharp touch you when you and wishy boy had that little rumble did you?”         Sam stood in front of the doorway with his eyes widen as he remembered the sharp prick on his shoulder during the scuffle, “I did touch it, I didn’t realize it at the time.”         Dean let out a sigh of exasperation as he sat on his couch, “JUST GREAT! Now what are we going to do. We can’t track him because we don’t know what he looks like, and we can’t  lure him with you wishing because you don’t have the stone.”         “To make matters worse, we don’t know how to kill it. It wasn’t in mom’s journal,” Sam said, sitting next to his brother.         “Maybe Twilight has something,” Dean said, but was interrupted by Sam.         “No, the library’s closed for the day. I checked before I went to Sugar Cube Corner,” Sam said, “Twilight went with Spike and Rainbow Dash to the Griffon lands on a diplomatic tour or something. So that’s out,” he then looked down at the ground, “so basically, we’re stuck here until he comes for us.”         “ His mistake,” Dean said, smirking, “While he’s making himself a big target for us, we’re going to make ourselves a bigger gun.”         For the next two days, Sam and Dean were forced hear stories of ponies making wishes and having horrible things happening to them. Some mares would wish for glory or for money only to have it turn out horribly for them. Stallions would make big wishes and would have their bodies mutualited for their troubles.  Everytime that they seemd to have a clue to the djinn, their hopes were dashed by his sudden dissappearance.  Though they did try the obivous wish of “I wish he was here right now”, even that did nothing to help in their search for the elsive djinn.         IT was on the second day of the hunt that they started getting a break through, they began to realize that the djinn was playing with them. He knew where the two brothers were, but he chose not to go to Sam as of yet. This left the brothers with a little bit of hope, as they now had a trick to get the djinn to them and force him out into the open and on the night of the second day they sprung their trap.         The djinn chuckled to himself as he walked away from his latest wish, given to a young cream colored filly with a lisp, “I do hope that she enjoys her wish;although, having her cutie mark shaved permantly off like that is not the most pleasurable experience that I would imagine,” smiling, he pulled out the stone with his magic. “I should finish my little game and visit the...what’s that smell?” Curiously, he turned and walked into an old house where he could smell something baking.         Once inside the house, he admired the one room building, the way that it was upkept and the walls properly maintained gave the room the abivance of something waiting for a guest, almost as if it was, “A trap?”         “See? I told you boys that no one can resist Pinkie’s supernaturally deliecious, djinn grabbing cake,” Pinkie Pie said, holding the cake in her hoof before hopping to a nearby window and waving bye to the brothers as she leapt out. “Holding sigils,” the djinn said as he watched the window close behind Pinkie, “You decided to hold a party for me. How thoughtful, though I wasn’t planning on meet you boys until I was bored with this place. Oh well, the best laid plans as it were.” “Yeah yeah, whatever Barbra. How about you just go back into the stone and run home,” Dean said, only to be grabbed by the djinn’s magic and thrown against the wall, leaving a dent. “DEAN!” Sam yelled before turning to the djinn, “Let him go!” “Wish for it,” the djinn said as he used his magic to throw the stone at Sam, having it lay at the young stallion’s hooves.  “No, I wont!” Sam said, looking to Dean. “Fine then, though I can’t guarantee that he’ll live through the night if you don’t,” the djinn said with a sinister smile as he used his magic to draw a deep red cut into Dean’s chest. “AHHHHH!” Dean yelled at the pain, his screams becoming worse as he felt more cuts slowly dig into his flesh. Sam raced to help his brothe, but was stopped by a magic feild, “Leave my brother alone!” “Make a wish and I will let him go,” the djinn said, carving more wounds into Dean’s chest and stomach. “Don’t do it SAAAAAAAAAAAH,” Dean yelled. Quickly, Sam turned his head back to his brother and then back to the dinn, “FINE! I’ll do it.” “SAM!” Dean yelled as he felt the inviible blade of the djinncutting slowly into his neck. Holding the stone in his hoof, Sam looked at the djinn, “I wish for Dean Whinnychester to be let go and for you to never harm him ever again.” “Granted,” the djinn said, waving his hoof and dropping Dean to the ground, healing Dean of his wounds, “Next wish?” “I wish...” Sam looked to Dean as he slowly got up, “ for you throw a demon killing blade at me and kill me!” “SAM WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!” Dean yelled. A soft smile came to Sam’s lips as he looked to his big brother, “Just trust me.” “A most unusual wish, but very well then,” the djinn said as he brought out a dagger and threw it at Sam.         Dean watched in horror as the blade left the unicorn’s grip and sailed torwards Sam. Putting in all the strength he could, he leapt at the incoming dagger and threw himself in front of Sam, taking the blade into his side. Dean winced at the incoming pain, but opened his eyes when there was none to be found. Looking down at the dagger, it stayed inside of him, “What the?”         “How is that-” the djinn asked.         “My first wish,” Sam said, a smirk on his lips, “was for you to never hurt Dean ever again, and now he has a demon killing dagger in his stomach.”         “But as soon as he pulls out that blade, it will go after you and kill you,” the djinn said, smiling. “I know,” Sam said as he moved away from his older brother and tackled the djinn to the ground, holding his neck, “NOW DEAN!” Without a second thought, and total faith in his little brother, Dean pulled the blade out from his side and ran the dagger deep into the djinn’s heart. With a loud howl of pain, the evil spirit dissappeared from this world in a flash of light and lightning, the stone soon shattering. Getting up from his kill, Dean looked at Sam with an aggrivated look on his face, “WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING RISKING YOUR LIFE LIKE THAT?!” “I wasn’t risking anything, Dean,” Sam said with a smile, “I knew the djinn wouldn’t let anything happen to me that would really kill me. Hurt me enough to look I was dead, but not enough to make it impossible for me to ask for that last wish.” “And what if you were wrong Sammy and I had to watch that thing kill you?” Dean asked, his voice still in rage. “He wouldn’t, because I knew that there was no way that you would let something happen to me, ever. “ Sam said, putting his hoof onto Dean’s shoulder. “Of course not,” Dean said, smirking at his brother, “but if you try something that risky again...I will kill you.” Sam only let out a small chuckle in response as he walked with his brother to Carmine. As the two got inside the chariot, Sam took one last look at the small town, “You know, I’m going to miss this place.” “Yeah, kind of a nice place. Maybe we’ll visit again later,” Dean said with a smile, “But for now, I feel like checking out Manehatten, up for that?” “Sure,” Sam said with a smile as he turned to Carmine and told her to ride off.  As the chariot rode off into the setting sun, Dean began to tap his hooves in a quick rythm and looked to his brother. Sam smiled back at his older brother and began to follow up the beat before joining in a song.         Back in Ponyville, Dinky sat alone in her room, and opened up a book, “Now, the first thing to remember about hunter werewolves,” she read, her horn lighting up her room. Her room now covered in monster hunting manuals, stakes, silver daggers, and holy equipment.         From atop a balcony in Canterlot, a white alicorn watched the two brothers head off into the distance. A soft smile on her face she turned to look at the brown stallion next to her, “As you can see, Castiel, the brothers can be handful.” “I can gather that, my princess,” the brown alicorn said, looking down, “it was tring in just the attempt to watch them.” “Yes, but they are good ponies. Ones I can expect will have a grand destiny ahead of them both,” Celestia said, looking forward, “I want you to follow and keep an eye on them, make sure they’re both safe.” “Yes, your majety,” Castiel said as he streatched his wings and flew off after the two brothers. Sam and Dean will return next Halloween