Supernatural: Day, Night, and Shadows

by BioQuillFiction

First published 18th of September, 2017

Follow Castiel, Crowley, and Sam and Dean Winchester as they each raise one of three strange Ponies that appear in their lives.

Castiel was sitting in Heaven at Humanities beginnings, settlements that soon will become towns, cities. Then, coming from God's sun, flew into his arms a white filly, with horns, wings, with a pink mane and tail. He brought her to God, and he said: "Raise her."

Crowley just fell into Hell, died after his time was up. Starting out as a tortured soul was the easy part, now that he's a demon, the high ups decide to make things harder for him. He must raise a demonic pony.

John Winchester left his boys in the care of fellow Hunter Bobby while on a hunt. It was 1991, early spring, and Sam ran off to explore the woods. Not far from Bobby's backyard, Sam finds a small, blue creature. Experience taught him to usually shoot the strange first, but rather than pulling his gun, he picks it up, realizing it's crying, scared. While his brother, Bobby, and his dad especially were on edge of it, they all soon learned to accept the creature. Not long later, she joins them in the "Family business."

Inspired by the amazing Tatsurou
Now written with aid my my new amazing Co-writter and long time reader ppg1998

Chapter 1 Day: Angel Dad

Even in Humanities early years Heaven has always been for the souls who earned their place within its embrace. Castiel, like many of the other angels, spent time wandering the many personal heavens each soul had for itself. He found one especially pleasing. It was that of a young boy, who died from starvation. It was a beach, mid winter, cold, but the scenery was breathtaking. The sun was stuck in an eternal mid-day, and the boy was often seen spearfishing in she swallows, catching large fish with each thrust. There was a rocky hill Castiel often stood on and looked at the sun. Being an angel, this was tricky as his true form was… for lack of a better word, impossible for mortals to handle, so, with God’s permission, he sought a vessel, and found one. His vessel was that of slave teen, red hair, green eyes, ragged clothes, it wouldn’t last long and he would have to release the boy before his body burned out. He had a few years before that though, so he wasn’t concerned yet.

Castiel sighed. Ever since he had been made he had done orders, served and done what he had been told, as angels should. Yet, he always felt he was made for more. He looked up at the sun. “...Father, I know you made each of us for a reason, each and every one of us has some purpose no matter how minuscule...so...why do I feel so unfulfilled? So...lacking of purpose?” Hours passed as Castiel kept on staring at the false sun of the soul’s heaven, and sighed. As he began to walk down the rocky hill, a bright light out shined the sun in the personal heaven sky.

Castiel felt a holy energy approach him, and when the light faded, before him, sitting in a patch of sand, not turned to glass from the heat was a small creature, one Castiel recognized. Horse, no, not quite, smaller. Pony. Though, this was different. It was smaller than even a human infant, had a tiny pair of wings on it’s back, a small white horn in the center of it’s forehead, and had a pink mane and tail. Castiel was speechless. It’s holy radiance seemed to rival that of even Michels, and from what he could tell...it was so young. He wondered Is this a new angel of God’s making? He slowly approached it, carefully in his footing.

It’s ears perked up as she looked up, big, wide, magenta eyes staring at Castiel. It got up, and slowly walked up to him. After a time had passed, it was up to his leg, the two still locking eyes. Then, it smiled at Castiel.

Castiel kneeled down, still towering over the filly. “Who are you? Are you a new sister? A new angel?”

The pony looked confused, and then so was Castiel. “Well, you must be, you have the holy grace of an archangel.” The pony still looked confused, and Castiel chuckled. “Maybe it’s best to ask God...wow...this will be my second time ever meeting him.” Castiel said, carefully lifting her up and holding her in his arms. The filly at first was frightened, then calmed and shifted to get comfortable, hugging Castiel’s vessel’s arm. Castiel, at feeling this, felt an emotion, something unknown to him, but one day, will be known all too well to him. Joy.

It had been a day since Castiel showed the filly, Celestia, God said her name was, to God. His response was unexpected. He told Castiel that she wasn’t his creation, but that of a close friend from well before time and space were concepts. While God knew she vanished from before he created existence, he didn’t expect her to be able to create like he does, or even know how she did so. What he could tell from her was that Celestia would age, but slowly, and eventually, stop aging altogether once mature. Her body was physical, but also existed in the ethereal planes. Then, God told Castiel something that caught him off guard. “Raise her Castiel, she holds powers and abilities from a place completely unknown to even I. Raise her to do what is right, raise her to be as bright as the sun.”

Those words rang in Castiel’s head, and he accepted the task ahead of him, though, he, in all his powers, was way over his head.

Time had no meaning in Heaven, yet Celestia still needed sleep, and slept when night had fallen over earth, save for this night, where she was crying and screaming with all her small, yet powerful lungs could give. They were in the heaven of a woman who she, and her child died from a rather icy cold night. Their heaven was a small nursery, wooden crib with cloth sheets and a fire burning warmth in the center of the room. In a chair next to it, the mother cradling the baby. While the woman was real, the baby was an illusion, as all children and infant souls are reincarnated after death.

Castiel found this place and used it as a place for Celestia to sleep. He didn’t need sleep, so he usually just watched her, but with her screams, he was covering the ears of his vessel, despite being an angel, Celestia’s screams hurt even to him. “What is her problem?!” He yelled, not knowing what to do, so he grabbed the soul of the woman who’s heaven they were in. Doing so snapped her out of the illusion of her heaven, and while the world around them still stood, her infant floated in the air.

The woman, shocked at this, panicked before noticing Celestia, then looked at Castiel. “Can you please see why she won’t stop crying?” He asked, trying his best to seem friendly.

The woman, confused and scared, picked up Celestia, and cradled her, like she did the illusion of her baby. Celestia calmed a bit, but was still sniffeling. “Has she eaten?” The woman asked, still confused.

“Eaten, I don’t see if she needs to-” Castiel was interrupted when a large rumbling came from Celestia’s tummy, making the filly scream again.

The woman, motherly instincts kicking in, whacked Castiel on the head. “Okay, I don’t know who, or what you are or what even is going on, but how dare you starve a baby!”

While the hit didn’t harm Castiel, for some reason it still make him slightly fear the woman. “Well, what does she eat? I’m an angel, I don’t know what to do.”

The woman was about to speak, then looked at Celestia, the filly still crying in hunger, then back to Castiel. “Uh. Milk, hay, apples, things like that I think? She’s not human so I’m guessing here.”

Castiel sighed. “Alright, I’ll be back.” He said, vanishing for several seconds before appearing with two large bags, one filled with hay, the other apples, and a large bucket of milk. “Okay, so then...what do you like Celestia?”

The woman placed Celestia next to the food, and the filly’s tears soon dried, her mouth watering as she first devoured several apples, then drank a good quarter of the bucket of milk, then was munching on the hay. “Looks like she likes it all.” The woman said, looking up as Castiel. “So, you’re an angel then? So that means I…?”

“Am in heaven, yes.” Castiel confirmed.

“And my child…” The woman said sorrowful, looking at the still floating illusion of her child.

“Being an infant, he was reincarnated after death.” Castiel explained.

‘Oh...can you...take that away?” The woman asked, staring at the floating, self catering image of her baby. “It just...hurts to look at it.”

Castiel nodded, and raised his hand as the illusion vanished. “I am Castiel, I was intrusted with protecting and Raising Celestia here.”

“What is she, God’s daughter? Oh, my name Rose.”

Castiel nodded. “No Rose, she is not God’s daughter, though she is a creation of a friend of his apartnely. He doesn’t know where her maker is so until then I am to raise her.”

“Well asking an angel to raise a baby that needs food, and likely other baby things… You don’t know what you are doing are you?”

“I am an angel, I can handle anything.”

“Really? Then why’d you beg me to make her stop crying?”

“...Okay I do need some help, God told me she’s immortal, but didn’t say she still needed to eat, and ‘other baby stuff’.” Castiel said, Quoting Rose.

Rose chuckled, picking up the now full Celestia and patting her back til she burped, finally getting drowsy and dozing off. Once she was asleep, Rose placed her back into the crib. “I’ll help, on one condition.”

“What is this condition?”

“If you, my clueless angel, are raising Celestia, I wanna raise her too.”

“You...wish to be her mother?”

Rose nodded. “That’s right. And if you have to raise her too, you have to be a father.”

“Okay...how do I do that?”

Rose sighed, shaking her head. “We got a lot of work to do…”

Chapter 1 Night: Sisters and Brothers

"I'll look after them, I promise." An old man with a deep southern voice spoke. John Winchester was going after a rather difficult hunt, a Shapeshifter, and needed to keep his sons, Sam and Dean safe, so, he was entrusting them to Bobby, a fellow Hunter and trusted friend.

“I know, and sorry for bringing this up last minute.” John replied. “If it was demons they know what to do, but a Shapeshifter is tricky, can’t risk it.”

“So how long are you going to be gone?”

“Week maybe. Call if it’s longer, alright?”

“If I do how will I know it’s you?”

“Heh, fair point. Don’t be shy to throw salt and silver in my face when I come back, alright?”

“Heh, might let Dean make that Salty holy water balloons or that.” Bobby laughed, his face turning stern. “So when are you gonna tell Sam?”

“Not until he’s older.” John replied quickly.

“John, Sam’s a really smart kid, he’ll catch on sooner or later.”

“I know...I know. Can’t keep the truth from him forever, Dean tries to keep him occupied, but he…”

“I know, the boy’s about as dumb as a door knobe sometimes, but what do you expect when they don’t even go to school. If it wasn’t for libraries and tv documentaries Sam would be in the same boat.”

John sighed. “We can’t have a still place, you know that Bobby.”

“I know, but still, they need to be around kids their own age. Dean’s a self proclaimed ‘player’ but he’s as anti-social as they get, and Sam just doesn’t know how to talk to anyone other than you or Dean. Hell he barely talks to me.”

“Believe me Bobby, I wish I could give them normal lives, but I don’t wanna risk anything happening to them, not like what happened to their mother…”

Bobby sighed, placing a hand on John’s arm. “Look. I ain’t gonna tell you how to raise your boys, I’m just saying what would be best for them.”

“I know. I know Bobby.” John said, taking Bobby’s hand off his arm then walking to his car. Bobby took a deep breath before heading back into the house. Sam was sitting on the couch, reading, and Dean was bouncing a ball against the ball. It was a small rubber ball, so Bobby didn’t mind. “Alright...uh, any of you boy’s hungry?”

Dean caught the ball, and looked over to Bobby. “What ya got uncle Bobby?”

“Some leftover chinese, half a Pizza, and some drinks I ain’t givin ya till you’re twenty one.”

“Huh...I’ll take the Pizza. What about you Sammy?” Dean asked, taking his book from him.

“Hey!” Sam said, snatching his book back. “Don’t call me Sammy Dean...and Pizza too I guess.” Sam said as he searched for his spot in the book.

Bobby rolled his eyes. “Alright, be back in a few. Hope you boy’s like sausage and anchovies.” He muttered, heading off to the kitchen.

Once Bobby was out of sight, Dean took Sam’s book once again, earning a plane look from Sam. “What is it Dean?” Sam asked, not even bothering to grab his book back.

“You wanna explore the woods out back?” Dean asked, a misja vice smile on his face.

“Dean, you know Dad and uncle Bobby don’t like us leaving the house, or hotel, wherever we are at the time.”

“Yeah, but Dad only leaves us with uncle Bobby when he’s gonna be gone for a long time. We don’t even get to play in parks, come on Sam, live a little.”

“What do you even do outside?”

“Play, duh.”

“Play what?”

“...Uh...Oh! Hide and Seek. It’ll be way more fun out there than in the hotel rooms!”

“I dunno…”

“Come on Sam, how often do we get to play and just be kids? I promise, if anything gets near you, or you see anything, just call. I am always in earshot.”

Sam pondered, before breaking out into a smile. “Alright, you got your lockpick? Last time we were here uncle Bobby had the back door locked up good.”

Dean reached into his pants pocket, and pulled out a small metal box. "You know I always have it on me.”

With that, the boy’s headed towards the back door. Bobby had it warded, but also had five large Deadbolts securing it shut. “Hey Dean, why does dad and uncle Bobby always draw these stars on the floors and walls?”

Dean pulled out his lockpick from it’s case and got to work. “It’s...How you tell the freaks and salesmen to get lost.” He lied.

“And the salt?” Sam asked, seeing a trail of salt along the back door’s bottom.

“It’s to...keep pests out.” Dean said, the first lock opening at his crafty hands work. “Four more to go.”

Four minutes passed and Dean managed to unlock the final lock on the door. He then turned the knob, and to his surprise, the door opened up without a sound. He looked at Sam, who looked at him, the two exchanging smiles. Before them was a vast mini forest, the trees were thin, but there were plenty of bushes and dead leaves to hide under “You hide, I’ll count over by that tree.” Dean said, pointing at a tree that had a rather large hole in the side of it.

“Alright, count to fifteen, gives me some time to find a spot.” Sam replied.

“I’ll give you twenty, now go!” Dean said as he and Sam chuckled. Dean got to the tree and started counting, while Sam ran into the bushes to hide. As he was scouring the bushes he found a small hole under a tree where the roots grew out over an edge. Sam smiled as he crawled in. Sam kept going further, surprised that the hole was so deep. He reached a larger, almost mini cave or sorts. Dad always made him and Dean keep a flashlight on them, so Sam pulled out his small, yet bright, flashlight. The light shined across the small opening and Sam was a bit scared. Roots grew into the walls and hung from the roof, and the shadows made from his flashlight made him uneasy.

“Sam! Sam I’m gonna find you!” Dean yelled out, Sam could barely make out his voice though the dirt, but knew it was Dean, and chuckled. As creepy as the place was, it was a near perfect hiding spot.

Meanwhile, back in the house, Bobby was walking into an empty living room. “Sorry it took so long boy’s, microwave is total cra-” Bobby stopped himself, seeing the boys gone. “...Sam...Dean?” He asked out loud, and received no answer. “...Balls…”

Back in the backyard, Dean was scratching his head. Sam was small, yeah, but he shouldn’t be this good at hiding. They only ever played in a Hotel room. “Sam! Come on, how are you this good?” Dean felt a hand grab his arm, he yelped and jumped, turning around and seeing Bobby there.

“Boy where’s your brother?” Bobby asked, voice with a hint of worry.

“We- we’re just playing hide and seek.” Dean stuttered.

Bobby sighed, rolling his eyes. “...Well, go find him, before your pizza’s cold and you have to wait another ten minutes for the microwave to get it room temperature.”

Dean smiled, then Hugged Bobby. “Thanks uncle Bobby.”

“Hey, I know you just wanna be kids every now and then, especially you Dean. ANd next time just tell me you wanna play in the back yard.”

Dean let go, a large smile on his face. "Yes sir!”

Bobby laughed as Dean went back to searching for his brother. Bobby warded most of the yard long ago, so it was safe enough. Bobby took a seat on a rock that was half out of the ground, glad time like this were around. It made a Hunter’s life...bearable.

Sam had been sitting in the opening for a while. Dean was still calling and searching, for about five minutes, and he was getting tired of the constant smell of dirt. He turned off the flashlight a while ago to save power. He shifted...then felt his stomach drop as the sound of something scurrying caught his ears. He panicked, turning on the flashlight and froze. Staring back at him was something. Something smaller than him, with big, blue eyes, a lighter blue of fur, and an even lighter, almost sky blue mane. Wait, mane? Sam thought, looking it over. It was a small, very blue pony, with a horn! “...Hey…” Sam said with unease. He leaned a bit to get a better look at the horned pony. It was dirty, but what caught Sam’s eye other than the dirt was the small pair of wings on it’s back. “...What are you?”

The winged, horned pony walked up to Sam. Same tried to back away, but hit the walls of the opening. The pony was now on Sam’s chest, looking him in the eyes. Then, it booped it’s noise against Sam’s, smiling and, to Sam’s surprise, giggling. “Uhh...what?”

A week had gone by and John managed to find and kill the shapeshifter. He salted and burned the body in the sewers, then drove back to Bobby’s. It was late already though, so Bobby would be the only one up at this time of night, save for maybe Dean.

John knocked on the door, and in no time at all, Bobby answered. “Hey Bo-”

“Before I let you in.” Bobby said, startling John and raising his suspicion. “Your weapons. ALL of them.” Bobby said, holding a hand out.

“Bobby? What’s wrong?” John asked, his voice stern and serious.

“I ain’t your boy ya idjit, so that tone of voice won’t work on me.” Bobby replied. John sighed, rolling his eyes and handing Bobby his handgun. “John. I know you. I said ALL of them.” John grunted, pulling out five combat knives, a small machete, two more handguns, and a sawed off shotgun and handing them to Bobby. “That all?”

“Yes.”

“...Shoes.” Bobby replied.

“I- Fine.” John replied, taking off his shoes, a pocket knife falling out of both of them. “Now can I see my boys?” John asked as he picked up the knives and handed them over to Bobby.

“Yes.” Bobby said, letting John in and placing the weapons on a basket next to the door.

As John was about to enter the living room, Bobby stopped him. “Now, don’t go freaking out now.”

That made John worry. “What happened.”

“Just...be calm, listen, and don’t go yelling, the kids are all asleep.” Bobby said, walking close behind John. When he entered, he saw Bobby’s couch folded out as a bed, his sons sleeping in it...with a creature between them. “Bo-” John was about to yell before Bobby covered his mouth.

“I said, no yellin.” He whispered. “Look, I reacted the same way at first, but she’s harmless. Now, I’m gonna take my hand away, and if you ain’t gonna whisper, I will personally knock your block off.”

Bobby let go slowly, and John looked rather angry. “Okay...what is it?” John asked, his tone an icy whisper.

“She. And her name is Luna. Found out when some mexican show called La Voce Della Luna came on T.V two days ago. I did some research, and John, If she wasn’t here, I’d call it all Bull Shit.”

“Okay. So what is she?”

“Well, there’s little, but what I found out is that she’s an alicorn.”

“A what?”

“Alicorn. A sorta mix of unicorns and Pegasus.”

“But neither of those actually exist.”

“Yeah, well I did find out that these little buggers are really powerful. Some legends say they can move the sun, moon, and travel between realities. I don’t know if it’s all true, but it is the best explanation as to how she appeared here.”

“Are they bad?”

“Well, some small bits say they are either representing light, or dark, but I did a holy water and salt test with Luna there. Holy water didn’t hurt her, and she ate the salt like candy.”

“So she’s good then? How did you find her?”

“Well… The boys were playing hide and seek in the back yard. Sam was hiding and Dean was looking. Sam was hiding in small opening through a really thin tunnel under a tree and after a while, turned on his Flashlight and Luna was there. She took a liking to him real fast. Dean nearly shot her on sight but Sam managed to calm him and now Dean has taken to her too.”

“And you?” John asked. “You taken to her?”

“Oh yeah, she’s adorable, and don’t judge me. But I think you’re in for a world of crazy now.”

“How much worse can it get?”

Bobby, very carefully, picked up Luna, and the filly began to stir. When her eyes opened, she got a smile at seeing Bobby. “Bo-by.” Luna said, making John’s jaw drop.

“She can talk?”

“She’s got the mentality of a toddler, but yeah.” Bobby said, placing Luna back on the bed as she quickly fell back to sleep. “Sam and Dean both already really care for her John.”

“How though, I get what you’re trying to say Bobby, but how can I take her with me?”

“Well, for starters, she’s small, eats veggies, but also other human foods. Just not meat, and we managed to get her using the toilet.”

John raised his eyebrow. “Really?”

“Yeah. Look, you and I both know the boys are gonna go through hell, Luna here might be the only slice of heaven you’ll ever have.”

“So you want me to keep her with us for our sanity?”

“And to save your soul ya idjit. You keep going off hunting, and I know you’ll always come back to the boys, but you need something innocent to remind you all that you’re still human, not just Hunters.”

John sighed. Looking at Sam and Dean sleeping next to Luna. “It’s not normal...but what is normal in our lives?”

“Exactly.” Bobby said, relieved to have John on the same page. “Guest bedroom’s already made up, get some rest.”

“Alright...I’ll stay for a few more days to get to know Luna here.”

“Give the boys some normalcy?”

“I guess. Maybe it’s time I give the boys, and myself, a break every now and then.”

Chapter 1 Shadows: That is NOT A Hellhound

Crowley had spent nearly a hundred years being tortured in hell as a human soul before finally becoming a demon. His new abilities were, tricky, to say the least to get the hang of, but in hell there are no shortage of… test subjects to experiment on. Finally, it was time for his first true act as a demon. He was assigned to work as a crossroads demon, and by assign he was thrown into a hole and whatever spike he landed on, what was written on it was what he did. He was among other new demons that had been “Selected” as Crossroads demons, above them on a pile of skeletons and some kind of lack oze stood Lilith, the first demon he had been told. In demon form, to mortals, they would appear as smoke, but to other demons and certain creatures, a demon looks like they did as human, only affected by all the torture from before they became demons. Lilith had no marks upon her, as she wasn’t born human and turned into a demon, she was made from nothing.

“Alright you all, as you can all guess, humanity is a selfish, greedy little pile of flesh and bones willing to sell their souls for whatever they dream of.” Lilith spoke, and not a single demon dared look away, lest she send them into a deeper pit of hell for eternity. “Many of you I know for a fact are here today because you yourselves when you were human made deals with our more...veteran crossroads demons. Your job is simple, make a deal with a pathetic human, decide depending on the deal how long until they are to die, and if they are alive when said time is up, you shall send the hellhound after them. Now, to your right is the kennels, pick up a mutt and look after it, cause if somehow they die, you are not getting a new one without paying in souls. Now, to work with you.”

With that Lilith smoked back to her own section she carved into hell, and Crowley and the other demons marched into the kennels. They were a large cave covered in scat and human remains. Walking in this thilth pile was the hellhounds. While normally invisible to mortals, in hell and to Demons and other non human creatures they had a visible form. They appeared as rabid, mangy labradors, dark, red eyes. There were several hellhounds bitches nursing their pups among the thilth. One after another each demon, Crowley included, picked up a pup. As they were grabbing the pups another demon came into the kennels. The kennel keeper.

“Alright, listen up boys, these pups won’t obey you until after you feed them a human, the younger the better.” The Kennel Keeper spoke, his voice deep, and southern. “With each feeding your hellhound will grow up til they are full grown. You’ll know when they are full grown when their eyes start to glow and they obey your every word.” As the demons began to make their leave, the Kennel Keeper stopped Crowley. “Not so fast Irishmen, aren’t you the one who broke into the kennels a year back?”

Crowley blew a raspberry. “Well, not gonna lie, I am. Wanted to get a look at the stock.” He admitted. Not mentioning he took a pup and had it already full grown, hidden in the hell of a hunter forever being chased by other hellhounds.

“Yeah, well I don’t take kindly to break ins, so guess what.” The Keeper said, taking the pup Crowley had. “Now, you still need something to fetch your souls, so I got just the mutt.” The Keeper laughed, which made Crowley uneasy. The keeper placed the pup Crowley had back with it’s mother and dragged Crowley into the back most area of the Kennel. They were at a large set of doors, warded with symbols that Crowley half recognized. “Now, behind this door is the mother of ALL hellhounds, Ramsey. She tolerates me, mainly cause I keep feeding her, and kills all else who enter. Last month I was given her the corpse of some kid who sold his souls to pass a test for college, heh, dumb shit died from a drunk driving accident. Anyway, I dropped off the body and I saw something in here, and Ramsey was actually nursing the thing.”

“Ramsey was pregnant? How?”

“No idea, not even sure if it’s hers but she acts like it, she killed that last bunch of hellhounds that entered her many years ago in an attempt to breed her again, so this is odd. But Let me be clear, I’m given you this...thing, because it’s new. Never seen anything like it before, so you are gonna figure out exactly what it is, what it can do, and how it somehow ended up being with Ramsey, or if she did give birth with it.” The Keeper said, poking Crowley in the chest repeatedly.

He then placed a hand on the door and the symbols began to shift, then the door opened. There was a lot of loud barking as he entered. There was some ruckus and the Keeper even yelling. Tolerates? That’s Tolerating? Crowley thought as the Keeper came out, an ash grey creature with a…curved red horn...”What?” Crowley said.

The keeper threw it off his hand, it landing in Crowley’s hands, then bit his. He hissed at the pain. Whatever it is, it can bite. HARD. The Kennel Keeper closed the doors and the wards on it returned to normal. “I call that little shit Sombra cause it can control shadows, go into them and smoke like us Demons. That’s all I know about it so far.”

Crowley looked at the creature, still biting his hand and holding on while chewing. It’s teeth were sharp, like a hellhound, but it was small, had hooves, and it’s mane and tail were moving like they were made from black fire. “First off, get off me!” Crowley yelled, slamming the creature on the wall. It let go of his hand and he grabbed it by the scruff with the other after it fell on the ground. It kept hissing and snarling. “Second. This is not a hellhound! This is a tiny, demonic horse!” Crowley complained.

“Yeah, well get together a hundred human soul from deals, or possession and you can buy ya an actual pup, till then good luck with Sombra.” The Keeper said.

Crowley grumbled, leaving the Kennels and off his what he considered his “Quarters” which consisted of a small cliff side bone shack he made himself the week he became a demon. It was just a few walls made from bones, skills, and whatever else he could find, but it was a place he planned on leaving not long after he made it to earth. Which is why he picked this spot in the first place. He traversed most of hell, and in order to escape it, demons had to claw out of it from the ceilings up, and this spot was already higher up by at least eighty feet than any other place in hell. This was a process that could take several years or more depending on what floor of hell you were on. Crowley was in the third, so he estimated at least a hundred years.

He dropped Sombra on the ground, and Sombra, rather than bite him, Looked around the shack, found a bone on the floor, and started biting that. “Well at least you act like a dog.” Crowley said, rolling his eyes. “Nevaro, come!” He yelled, as the Hellhound he stole arrived in a whisp of smoke. He had to feed it corpses other hell hounds brought in by the others, but some special ingredients from the lowest parts of hell, stolen from other demons who brought them their time in the lowest parts of hell. With those items, Crowley managed to grow Nevaro to a height of five feet, making her one of the biggest hellhounds around.

“Alright girl, we’re gonna finally head up, and we gotta be fast to try and make it up in time from this floor.” Nevaro nodded, then looked over at Sombra, chewing at his bone still. “What? That thing? We’re leaving it.” Nevaro groweld. “What? Don’t tell me you actually want it?” Nevaro nodded. “...What is it about this creature?” Sombra asked, grabbing Sombra by the scruff again. “It’s not one of you, why treat it so...what even is this thing?!” Sombra hissed again, his red horn lighting up with a green/black aura. “Oh shit.” Crowley said as he, Sombra, and Nevaro, all saw black...before appearing in a forest of sorts. Crowley’s body was smoke, Nevaro was invisible, and Sombra...was physical still. “We...are we on earth?!” Crowley looked around, then looking at Sombra. “Well...Looks like you might be useful after all.”

Sombra merely smiled wickedly. The trio walked the forest for some time before stumbling upon a house. From a window Crowley could see a man, alone, asleep with a bottle of scotch next to him on a table. Crowley smiled, smoking into the house and down the man’s mouth, He awoke in the person’s body. It was the body of an elderly man, long white beard and balding head, dressed in blue overalls and leather boots. He looked to his side, and saw both Sombra and Nevaro, Sombra on Nevaro’s back. “Now, what are you? No, better question, what year is it?” Crowley went to the door, thankfully he could still move with a human body. At the door was a newspaper that he grabbed and looked at the date. “1863 huh? Wonder what humanity has been up to?” He mumbled. “Nevaro, watch Sombra, I’ll be back. Now...let’s hope I teleport right.” Crowley said, focusing his demonic energy, viewing the hosts memories, and seeing a town two miles from here, and in a blink, Crowley was gone.

Nevaro moved Sombra over to the chair Crowley’s host was sitting on. The two looking at each other. “Arf, ruff, *growel*.”[So where did you come from?] Nevaro asked.

“*Hiss, hiss, hiss.*” [Don’t know. Woke up with mother. All I remember.] Sombra replied.

“Arf, arf, arf.” [Strange. So, what you think of Crowley?]

“*hiss.*” [I wanna bite him.]

“Arf, ruff.”[Why do you wanna bite everything?]

“*(Angery)Hiss.*” [My teeth may be in, but they still hurt. Bitten makes it easier.]

“Arf, arf.” [Ah. Teething still. I understand. When I was teething I was chewing on human souls. On top of having flavor, their screams were a nice tune out for the pain.]

“*Hiss*.” [Oh, wish I had a human souls to chew on…]

“Arf.” [Maybe soon. Might find some random person wandering nearby, kill them for the soul.]

“*Hiss.*” [I hope. I like you.]

“Arf.” [Same. Not sure why, but I do.]

Author's Notes:

Crowley's origonal Hellhound was never actually named, so I picked on at random.

Chapter 2 Day: The Sun Speaks

The next few days had been informative for Castiel, to say the least. Rose has been helping Castiel in taking care of Celestia. She taught him how to burp her, change her cloth diaper, how to wash said cloth diapers, and how to play with her. Castiel was standing over the crip, Celestia inside, giggling at Castiel’s attempt as trying peek-a-boo.

“Is she still looking?” Castiel asked, his hands covering his face.

Rose, finding Castiel’s...lack of personality, dumbfounding. “How is it angels are tasked with looking after humans, yet you can’t even act a little bit like one?”

Castiel turned over to Rose, his hands still covering his face. “We are tasked with keeping the souls that enter heaven’s gates happy, what happens on earth we rarely see what is going on with the earth.”

Rose rolled her eyes, walking over to Castiel and taking his hands off his face. “So...how old are you? WHat kind of angel are you?”

“Why do you wish to know?”

“Well it seems we’re gonna be around each other a lot, might as well say a few things to get to better know each other.”

Castiel pondered the thought, they will be spending a lot of time together as Celestia has already attached herself to the both of them. “Alright. Well, as for age I have been around a short time before earth, it’s the year 400 BC, don’t ask about that just yet, so let’s say… close to four hundred million years old.”

Rose’s eyes widened. “Wow. Not what I was expecting, but, makes sense.”

“As for what kind of angel I am, I am a regular angel, we mainly observe and when told to, complete tasks.”

“Tasks like?”

“Keeping certain people alive, performing miracles for people who will become of importance, those tasks.”

“Ah. Alright. So...if you’re an angel, where are your wings?”

“My wings are more ethereal than physical as your churches and holy books and...images have informed.”

“Oh. Is it true if an angel has it’s wings cut off they become human?”

“Well, yes and no. If our wings are to somehow be striped from us, we can no longer enter heaven, but only if our grace is taken from us will we become human.”

“Oh, so this grace is what makes you angels. All your powers and abilities come from it?”

“Yes. Every angel has grace, and the more grace and angel is made with the stronger they are. As you can assume, the archangels have the most grace of us all combined, along with being made from energies found only from the most early era’s of creation’s beginnings.”

“Oh. Huh. Alright then, well As you know, my name is Rose, I’m a, er, was, a single mother. My husband died several months before I gave birth. I managed the work with some help from friends and family, but the winter proved harsher than expected. My child and I froze to death. Then, well, here you are, and here I am.”

“Ah, so I guess that is all about us then…”

“I suppose. So, do you have any…angeless you got your eye one~?”

“What’s an angeless?”

“Nevermind… So, have any other Angels come to see little Celestia yet?”

“No, why? Is that important?”

“Well, let me put it this way, you’re her father, so that makes the Almighty her grandfather, and the other angels her aunts and uncles, she should meet them.”

Castiel pondered this. “Well, she has more moral qualities than most of us angels have. Alright, I know a few angels who wanted to meet her anyway.” Castiel said, picking up Celestia as she cheered. She loved Castiel holding her. “I will be back.”

“Wait, I can’t go?” Rose asked.

“While, yes, you can leave it’s...unorthodox for a soul to leave it’s personal heaven.”

“So because it’s unusual I can’t go?”

“...Yes.” Castiel said, vanishing with Celestia.

“God damnit...Huh, saying that in heaven feels...no different than on earth.”

Gabriel was amongst morals, as he usually was. Lucifer and Michael were at it again and he hated seeing them fight, so he watched the humans from his own vessel, an elderly man, bald head and a long grey beard wearing apparel similar to that of Castiel’s. Then, his head rung as his “Angel Radio” Picked up a message.

Gabriel. Castiel asked.

Castiel? You rarely talk to me, what gives? Gabriel asked, confused at the sudden outreach.

The human soul aiding me in raising Celestia has informed me that some “Family time” might be appropriate for her development, so I am asking if you would like to see her.

Gabriel’s eye’s went wide. Heck yes! I have been dying to see that ball of sunlight from what I heard! Where are you two?

Meet me in the place known on earth as Egypt. By the Nile river.

On my way! With that, Gabriel vanished, excited to meet the mystery Niece.

Metatron was in his archive room, going over his notes. As God’s personal scribe, writing his near every word was his purpose, his job, it was why he was created, and he rather enjoyed it. True, he was significantly less powerful than even the most standard angel, and was often un affiliated with them in most every way. Now, to his surprise, someone was contacting him on Angel Radio.

Who is this? Metatron asked.

This is Castiel brother. Castiel replied.

Castiel? Why have you contacted me? No angels ever contact me.

I am inviting a few siblings to meet Celestia as since she has a more mortal personality, might be vital to her development.

Really? Who else have you invited?

So far, Gabriel. There is only one other I plan on inviting today.

Oh… Metatron thought it over, while he had a duty to his creator to be by his side to write his will, a change at viewing, studying, MEETING something made by a friend god had never mentioned before… The temptation was too louring. ALright, I’ll come. Where are you meeting?

Egypt, by the Nile river.

Alright then, be there in several minutes. Gonna have to find a vessel.

Castiel took a deep breath. While he thought it a good idea for Celestia to at least meet him once, merely thinking about it made his regret the idea. Castiel sucked up his fear, and called.

Casidy! What’s up baby bro! Castiel’s elder brother answered. Lucifer.

Please brother, it is Castiel. Castiel said, annoyed.

Yeah, well, call me I’ll call you what I want. Speaking of...why did you call me? Only pops and Michel call me, dad to say I’m grounded and Michel to insult.

You are aware of the being god entrusted me with raising, correct?

Yeah, the horse from another dimension made by dad’s girlfriend.

Castiel was confused. The Lord had intimate relations with Celestia’s maker?

Dude, it was a joke. But yeah, what about her?

I am having a few others meet her today. I already asked Gabriel and Metatron, both have agreed. Castiel explained.

Really? Well...been awhile since I talked to Gabe, and I would LOVE to see Metatron outside the office. Alright, I’ll join in the get together too. Where is it, nah, don’t tell me, I’ll just sense for it.

Castiel sat at the Nile’s edge. None of the more dangerous wildlife dared near him, or Celestia, who was rolling around in the sand playfully. This was her first experience on earth, and so far she was enjoying it.

“Now there’s the little spitfire! Wait, wrong pony.” Gabriel said, appearing out of nowhere and, for some reason, had his vessel shrunk to Celestia's height.

“Why do you use your powers for bizarre acts brother?” Castiel asked, unsure of what to make of the scene.

“Cause it’s fun and I’m bored.” Gabriel replied, poking Celestia in the nose. She cringed, then laughed, poking Gabriel in his chest, making him chuckle. “Hey, that tickles!”

“You have so much power...and you use it on that?” Metatron spoke. Gabriel, Celestia, and Castiel all turned to see him, his vessel that of what seemed to be a street child of this particular region. His hair was brown, garments were dirty, and age had to be no older than ten.

“Ha! I knew you were a kid at heart too Metatron.” Gabriel laughed, making his vessel normal sized and hugging Celestia, who hugged him back.

“Give me a break, I’m new at picking vessels and this was the only one I could find!” Metatron said in defence.

“Well, well, the gang’s all here?” Everyone, save for Celestia, felt a chill go up their backs. They all turned around, seeing Lucifer in a vessel of his own. The vessel was male, red eyes, black hair, and was adorned with gold and fancy ornaments. “Like? Heh, didn’t guess the pharaoh to be a person who could hold me. I like his look, nice and...shiny.”

While Metatron and Gabriel were a tad shocked at seeing Lucifer among them, Celestia looked at him, and smiled, hopping off of Gabriel and walking over to Lucifer, who looked at her. “Uh...what do I say?”

“Well, you’re her uncle, so...tell her you are her uncle.” Castiel offered.

Lucifer looked at him, and reluctantly nodded. He then looked back at Celestia. His hatred was towards Humanity, his brother Michael, and his father, so seeing Celestia, something he had no reason to hate, nor was affiliated with his anger at his family made him feel...strange. “Hey there...I’m your uncle. Lucifer.”

“L...Lucify?” Celestia spoke, making Castiel’s eyes widen.

“She’s never spoken before.” Castiel spoke, earning surprised looks from the other three angels.

“Really?” Metatron asked, summoning a quill and parchment and began writing.

“Yes! Out little niece’s first words! I’ll get the cake!” Gabriel said, vanishing. Not a full second later, he returned with a three layer chocolate cake, the words “First Words” Written in pink frosting on the top layer. He placed the cake on the floor. “Wonder what else I should get?”

“...Where did...how?” Metatron asked, utter confusion across his face.

“Her first words...were my name…” Lucifer said. “And...she said it wrong.”

“Well, she is an infant, I think, I am sure over time she will say all our names properly.”

“Unca Lucify!” Celestia said, somehow jumping into Lucifer’s arms and hugging him.

Lucifer, for his part, didn’t know how to respond. He had never actually had a hug before. He felt her tiny body clinging to his Vessels, yet...the hug itself seemed to go deeper than just the flesh of the vessel. It touched Lucifer’s actual form, his angel body. He, unknowingly, hugged her back. “Wow… Does she do this a lot?” He asked.

“Yes.” Castiel replied.

“That’s...good to know.”

“Oh God! Lucifer! Are you crying?!” Gabriel shouted.

“What? No!” Lucifer said, feeling his face...he was. “What the?!”

“Ha! You love your niece! Yes, you do have a heart under all that emo attitude!”

“I would smite you if Celestia wasn’t here.”

“That’s right, keep admitting it.”

“THAT’S IT!” Lucifer said, placing Celestia down. “Watch me teach your idiot of an uncle Gabriel a lesson.”

“Unca… Unca Gaby?”

“Yes! My own baby nickname!” Gabriel said with joy.

Lucifer rolled his eyes. “Yes...watch me beat the grace out of his ass.”

“Language.” Castiel said.

“Bite me.” Lucifer replied.

“This is all fascinating...and sides of you all I had no idea existed.” Metatron spoke, still writing.

“That’s because you’re always in your stu-” Gabriel was saying, before Lucifer punched him halfway around the earth.

“Wow. Wonder where he’ll land?” Metatron pondered.

“Wherever it is, it’s not far enough.” Lucifer said. He turned around, and noticed something was missing. “Where’s Celestia?”

“Cake.” Castiel pointed, Celestia sticking her flank up in the air as she was head deep into the pastry, and showed no signs of stopping her assault on the bakes good.

“Awh, how cute.” Gabriel said, walking up behind Lucifer.

“Damn, was hoping you’d be gone longer.” Lucifer sighed. “So, where did you land?”

“Middle of the ocean, bright side, there’s now a Mariana Trench!”

“There is nothing by that name on earth?” Metatron questioned.

“There is now, and at the very bottom is a perfect imprint of this vessels face.” Gabriel said, pointing thumbs at himself. “Also Celestia just finished off that cake.” As he pointed it out, the other angels noticed that where there was once a three layered chocolate cake, now slept a crumb covered Celestia, a childish grin of joy on her face as she slept. “Dawh, now that is just plain adorable.”

“I agree, it’s rather cute.” Metatron added.

“Well...it’s silly, I’ll admit.” Lucifer said.

The three angels then looked over at Castiel, who looked at them in confusion. “What?” He asked.

“You don’t have a comment?” Gabriel asked.

“Well...it’s a very...child appropriate action.” Castiel said, making the other three roll their eyes. “What?”

“We are definitely gonna gonna be visiting her more so she knows what fun is, because you...are a brick.” Gabriel said.

“Dito.” Lucifer said. “I call Fridays!”

“Satrdays!”

“I’ll take mondays. I’ll be the one actually giving her an education.” Metatron stated.

“Not surprised you’d take that job, meanwhile I’ll be her fun loving uncle.” Lucifer said.

“Hey! I’m the fun loving uncle!” Gabriel protested.

“In your dreams.”

“Why not let Celestia deside?” Metatron said, gaining their attention. “She’s starting to talk, so, when she’s talking full sentences, ask her which of the two of you is more fun.”

“That could work.” Gabriel thought.

“Agreed. May the best fun loving uncle win.” Lucifer said.

“You’ve doomed us all Metatron.” Castiel said, his voice with worry rather than it’s typical monotone.

“That may be, but better them let an unbiased third party decide rather than brawling and destroying egypt.” Metatron countered.

“...Fair enough.”

Chapter 2 Night: Sister's First Hunt

A month had passed since Luna came into the Winchester's lives, and while Dean and Sam treated her like family, John still had issues every now and then. While she was harmless enough, he was wondering if she would be a liability, or an asset. She, for what he could tell, had to be around three or five in human years, if she was human, but she’s an alicorn, and from what little there was there was no telling how slow or fast she would grow up. Sam and Dean were helping her to talk, reed, and, surprisingly, write. She could hold the pen or pencil in her teeth and move her head around slightly, yet in a way that made words when she dragged the tool across paper. She was something else, he had to admit, but if she aged too slowly, then she would be a great liability, and a risk while on the job.

John, as he had done many times before, drove up to a cheap roadside motel. It was late, and both him, the boys, and likely Luna were hungry. He walked into the lobby, seeing the receptionist greet him with a smile. “Hey there honey, need a room?” She asked. She was young, brown hair, green eyes. Her name tag read “Cathy”

“Yes, a place for my boy’s and I.” John answered.

“Oh, let me guess, guy’s night out?”

“Sorta. I’ll need it for the week.”

“Will that be cash or card?”

“Card.” John pulled out a fresh card, credit card scams are something he had to pick up on and learn fast if he was gonna shelter and feed his children. It was easy, go to a bank with fake papers, but with his face, create an account, sign up for all the cards, and within several days, the cards would come in the mail at a home he keeps an eye on or, if it was a small, lay back bank, they’d mail it at the hotel he would rent a room at. When he got lucky, the monsters he killed, if they were posing as people, with a house their own, would have some cash on them, and a few times those thankful for helping them would give him things like clothes, food, and cash.

“Alright Mr. Fisher.” The woman said, taking the card from John and reading the fake name on the card. After doing the proper transactions she handed John the recite, his card, and the key room. “You and your kids will be in room five.”

“Thank you.” John said, taking his items and heading back to the Impala, where Dean waited while Sam and Luna were napping. “You...three, get comfy, Sam, wake up.”

“Huh?” Sam said, waking up and rubbing his eyes. “Where are we dad?”

“Idaho, town’s called Hailey.” John replied, parking the Impala in front of their room. “Wait here a moment.” John quickly got out of the car, and over to the trunk. Before he left Bobby’s he went to a store to pick up a large dufflebag. People seeing Luna was not an option, she he got a bag large enough to hold har, and some blankets for her comfort. After taking that out he grabbed his revolver, Dean’s revolver, a fresh bag of salt, and a bottle of holy water. He opened the door on Dean’s side, handing him the duffle bag as Dean woke up Luna.

“Huh?” She muttered, waking up even groggier than Sam did. “Dean?” Luna’s rapid pick up of english lead John to believe her kind to be extremely intelligent as well as powerful if the little lore there was held truth.

“Bag time Luna.” Dean said, holding it open.

“Oh.” She nodded, sleepily walking into it. Once her tiny body was in the bag Dean sipped it up, leaving only a small hole big enough for air and for her to see if she wanted to. With that done John stepped aside so Dean and Sam could get out. Once they were out John carried the bag Luna was in, the trio, and pony in a bag, went into the hotel room. It was like most hotel rooms John had rented, though, the sheets were a bit messy. A normal person would think it wasn’t cleaned yet...John was no longer a normal person.

Upon seeing this he immediately closed the door, pouring the salt along the door and windows. “Dad?” Dean asked. While Dean, upon seeing the messy room, felt unease also, had to remind his father than Sam was watching. And they both knew how badly he wanted to keep the truth from Sam for as long as possible.

John realized this, and tried to fake calm. “Just...it’s still messy so salt keeps bugs away Sam.” He lied.

“Salt is a bug repellent?” Sam questioned.

“Neat.” Luna added, poking her head out of the duffle bag, awake from the rapid movements. “Roaches are icky.”

John tried his best to not laugh at her action, and the pure cuteness of her poking her head out of the duffle bag on him. Sam and Dean though, did chuckle. “Alright, well, you know the drill. Dean, you’re in charge, I’ll be back with some food. Saw a KFC nearby.”

“Dad…” Sam and Dean both said, pointing at Luna, who looked at them confused.”

“I know, I’ll grab her a couple fruits too.” John said, placing Luna on one of the beds, and when Sam went to help her out, he quickly gave Dean his revolver. “If anything fishy happens, you know what to do.” John whispered to Dean, who nodded. “I’ll be back in a little bit, watch some TV. Might be something good on.” WIth that, John made sure not to mess up the salt as he exited the room, and left to grab some food.

With dad gone, Dean jumped at the TV remote, Oh yeah, Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.” Dean said, turning the TV on and searching for his show.

“Awh Dean, come on, Can’t we watch Doogie Howser?” Sam asked.

“Why? It’s just about a nerd who became a doctor at a young age.”

“Yeah, well...It’s neat.” Sam whines, feeling defeat at his older brother.

Luna, upon seeing this, jumped from the bed she was on to Deans, and sat next to his head, looking at him. “Let Sam watch his show Dean.” Luna asked.

“I’m in charge, and the older brother Luna, I get to choose what to watch?” Dean replied, eyes never leaving the screen.

Luna wouldn’t take that. She got in front of Dean, and gave him a look. She dilated her eyes wide, pouted her lip, and tilted her head just so. And spoke in her most cute voice. “Pweeze Dean?”

Dean stared at her...face blank, trying not to give in to his adopted sisters pouty face...alas, his will was weak this time. “Dang it…” He moaned, handing the remote to Sam. “Fine… You are so Lucky Luna can make that face.”

Sam smiled. “Thanks sis.” He said, sitting on the second bed and looking for his show.

Luna, happy with her work, jumped off the bed and began exploring. She didn’t remember much from before finding Sam in that opening underground. While she could understand language and knew what certain things were, everything was still new to her. She began to crawl under the bed, she noticed something laying there. It was a grey box, with some kinda plastic and buttons on it, it also had some kinda large blue thing in some kind of slot in the back of it. She pushed it out with her hoof, and crawled out. Picking it up with her mouth, she showed Dean. “What’s this?” She asked.

“Oh wow! A Game Boy!” Dean said, taking it from Luna’s mouth. “Where was it?’

“Under the bed.” Luna said. “It was just laying there.”

“Huh? Last people here must have left it behind.” Dean said, looking at the game still in it’s slot. “Pokemon? Damn...You wanna try Luna?” Dean said, turning it on, the game booting up as he placed it in front of Luna. “Just...I guess use your hooves to push the buttons like the game tells you to.”

“Okay.” Luna said, looking at the screen. A menu showing a black and grey giant turtle appeared, and it said “Push Start” and Luna looked at the buttons, seeing one of two tiny buttons, above one, it said start and using just the tip of her hoof, she pressed it and the game began.

Two hours had passed and while Sam and Dean spent it watching TV, Luna, at some point, made a small pillow fort on top of the bed and paid full attention to the game in her hooves. She started a new game, and within two hours beat half of the game already.

Meanwhile, Just outside the window, stood the motel worker, Cathy, eyes black. “Heh, Crowley and Sombra have quite the bounty for creatures like you little pony.” She whispered, smiling wickedly. “The luck.” The only thing keeping her from snatching her prize, was a layer of salt across the door and window. “Damn salt… Gotta be another way in? Huh? Their father isn’t back yet, by the look of him, he was a hunter, no normal person salts a hotel room. Think Damn it, Crowley’s reward is way too good to pass up…” ‘Cathy’ looked around the street. If she attempted something big another hunter might see. Looking back in the little bit of view she could see. Looking inside, her eyes spotted the vent. Large enough for a child...or a skinny meat suit like the one she was in.

As Luna fought the fifth gym leader in her game, she didn’t expect them to use a healing item. She was out of them, and as a result, her digital opponent's next move finished off her last Pokemon’s HP, sending her character to the Pokemon center. With that action done, Luna blinked, her eyes burning from such a long time staring at the tiny screen. She quickly saved the game before turning it off. She then crawled herself out of the pillow fort, seeing her brothers still looking at the tv. “Sam? Dean?” She mumbled, rubbing her eyes. “How long was I playing?”

“About two hours?” Dean said. “Get far?”

“Yeah, half way I think. Did dad come by already?”

“Nope.”

“Two hours for food?” Luna questioned. “Is he alright?”

“Yeah, dad’s like, unstoppable. It may take him a while, but he’ll be back.”

“I’m getting hungry Dean.” Sam said, frowning.

“I’m sure he’ll be back. Another hour tops.” Dean tried to reassure Sam, while Luna and Sam were in the dark, Dean knew their father must have found some kind of lead on a job. Which meant there was some kind of monster in town. “So...Luna, any shows you wanna watch?”

Luna pondered the thought. While TV was still new to her, she did like comedies. Mainly, the Simpsons, Seinfeld, even though she didn’t get as many as the jokes as Dean or uncle bobby did. And America’s Funniest Home Videos. “Alright.” She said, taking the remote in her mouth and biting down on the channel buttons. Five channels later, she found the Simpsons.

While the kids enjoyed TV “Cathy” Was inching through the vents with pained effort. “Damn, thought this meat suit would fit better.” She muttered, still eight feet from the vent where her prize was.

Sam got up to use the bathroom, Dean looked over to Luna. “So...Luna, how did you get in that hole in the ground?”

Luna sighed. Her father and Dean had been asking that since she managed to learn english. While Sam accepted she didn’t know, John and Dean couldn’t leave it be. “For the hundredth time Dean, I don’t know. All I know is that it was all dark, then, then Sam turned on his flashlight and I saw him and he saw me. You know the rest.” Luna explained once more. “All any of us know about me is what uncle Bobby and dad could find out about me from old books.”

“Well. Dad said that alicorns can travel between parallel worlds. Maybe you just got lost from the rest?”

“If that’s true then why haven’t they come back for me? I’m like, a year or two younger than Sam.”

Dean shrugged. “Well, if we ever run into any other things like you, what are you gonna do?”

Luna looked down. “I don’t know. I mean, they’re my kind...but...what if they’re mean? Or they left me behind?”

“Let’s...not think too much on why, cause if they did leave you just like that, I’ll kick their asses.” Dean said with a smile, making Luna laugh.

“Thanks bro.”

Clank. “AHH-” Sam was yelling from the bathroom before it abruptly stopped. At that moment Dean pulled out his revolver fast as Luna hid under the bed.

“Sam?!” Dean yelled as the bathroom door was flung open. In the doorway, stood the demon, eyes black, head crooked with a devilish smile, and Sam behind her, on the floor. “What did you do to my brother?!” Dean screamed.

She looked over at Sam, smirking. “Pipsqueak’s just out cold. Now then, where’s the horse?”

Dean felt a small shiver run down his spine. She’s after Luna? Crap! “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She chuckled. “I saw it with you. Now, tell me where the-” Dean fired a shot at the demon, the bullet hitting her in the chest. She was pushed back a bit, but was still standing. “Not smart kid.” She threatened, using her demonic energy to throw Dean against the wall, the impact knocking him out cold.

Luna, seeing this all happen while she hit, felt fear, guilt, and useless. “I gotta...I gotta…” She whimpered, unknown to her as her tiny horn started to glow.

“Where are you you little shit.” The demon taunted, slowly bending down to look under the bed where Luna was. When she was on all fours, she lifted the sheets, seeing a scared Luna with her horn glowing. “Got y-”

“GO AWAY!” Luna screamed, her horn giving off a blinding light that covered the demon, both her meat suit, and her. The aura began crushing the demon inside the host, her screaming as the body shifted and bent unnaturally as the demon inside was being crushed. Eventually, the force of Luna’s aura overpowered her, and the demon inside the body began to fade. As Luna’s aura faded with the demon, Luna began to grow tired and eventually embraced the bliss of her own tiredness.

John was driving to the hotel fast. He caught the lead of a vampire and managed to deal with it quickly. He burned it’s body before rushing off, grabbing the late dinner and heading back to the hotel. When John drove up into the parking lot, he didn’t even park the car before rushing out, worried. He quickly opened the door, and saw Sam and Dean unconscious, the woman who rented him the room’s partly mangled body, and Luna crying on the bed. “Luna! Sam! Dean!” John yelled, running up to Dean, seeing him bruised, but alive and breathing, unconscious. He ran over to Sam, the same. He then went over to Luna. “Luna...what happened?”

Luna looked up at John, eyes red from crying. “We...We were just watching tv, talking. Sam got up to use the bathroom and...then we heard a noise. Sam screamed, then...then she appeared, throwing open the door, her eyes were all...black. Dean shot her but she just...flung him against the wall. She was after me...I..I hid then...My horn just glowed and...and she just saw me...I screamed and...my horn lit up and...she started screaming… then I got tired and...Did I kill her?”

John sighed. “Luna, Dean told you about how I kill monsters, right?” John asked, sitting next to Luna. She nodded. “Well, she was a monster. And from what you’re telling me, a demon. One of the worst ones too. But...How did you kill her exactly? I know you can hurt them and exercise them, but kill?”

Luna sniffled. “I just...wanted her to go away. My horn glowed and...I dunno. It felt like I was trying to hug her really tight...but I just wanted her to go away…”

“Luna.” John said, picking her up and looking her in the eyes. “Don’t feel bad, when you deal with monsters like I, Dean, and one day Sam, have to kill these things, to save people, even if they will never know it. She wasn’t human, she was a monster.” John finished, pulling Luna down on his lap and petting her.

“Am I a monster?” Luna asked, looking John in his eyes.

John hesitated. While sceptic and fearful of her at first, he had to admit, the little pony had grown on him, and she was family to his sons. He knew, if Mary was alive to see her...she would have accepted her with open arms. She was kind like that. “No, Luna. You’re not a monster. You’re...a child.”

Chapter 2 Shadows: Cross Roads Demons

Crowley managed to find five crossroads in the town he arrived in. He performed the ritual that would inform him whenever a mortal placed the box that held the required items in it in the center. It was a start, and he had a place as well. So far though, no humans had done the act of summoning him yet, and it was infuriating. “Damn, what am I doing wrong here?” Crowley pondered, pacing back and forth. In the living room, laid Navarro on the floor, and next to him, rested Sombra, happily munching on the corpse of the man who Crowley possessed wife.

Within the week Sombra learned some English, surprising Crowley, but could still communicate with Hellhounds, and other animals surprisingly. As Sombra bit into the lung of his “Chew toy” and looked up at Crowley. “Maybe… spread a rumor?” Sombra suggested.

“No, if I spread a rumor and they see this host they’ll know who it is and be after me.”

“Arf, woof, growl.” (Then find a host to make the deals with.)

“Navarro says to just find another meat suit to make the deals with.” Sombra translated for Nevarro.

“Huh...that could work.” Crowley thought. He then looked at Sombra. “Or maybe...you can make the deals,” Crowley suggested, making Sombra look at him.

“Wait? What? How?”

“You somehow had the power to teleport us out of hell in a second, so I can teach you how to make the deals to lay claim on a soul, while this meat suit spreads word about a demon that makes deals at crossroads.”

“Well...how do you make the deals?” Sombra asked, using the rug to wipe off some of the fresher blood.

“Simple, you write down the basic mumbo-jumbo of a standard contract, the name of you, the contract holder, the mortal whose soul is the item of purchase in exchange for our service, then, you get a link to their soul, a massive surge of power used to make their wish happen. Be it, bringing back a long-dead loved one, skill in any field, wealth beyond imagination. Include all that in their contract and then, seal it with a kiss.”

“A...kiss?” Sombra questioned. “What’s that?”

“A thing mortals do. Basically, press your lips against theirs.”

“But I can’t reach their lips.”

Crowley hated to admit it, but that was true. Sombra was only a foot tall. An Idea came to his mind. “How about...Maybe. Nah, just make them bend down or pick you up.”

“Fine. So...how do I make the contract on their soul?”

“Your demonic energy, it’s magic so it will be automatic. Just make sure you don’t forget to give them their years.”

“Years?”

“My god you’re stupid. Yes, once the terms are made you tell them how many years they have to live after the deal is made before a Hellhound, in this case, Nevarro, will come for their soul. Typically it’s ten years, and if it’s such a stupid thing to sell a soul for just let them live for however long they have left. In rare cases, you have to give them a year, and in a unique cases, it requires payment...upfront.”

“Oh. Alright. Should I shower first?”

“Yes. Please do that, you’re filthy.” Sombra got up, walking outside to the washtub and started pumping water into it with his magic.

Crowley rolled his eyes. “Well, he’s a child...but at least he knows how to clean himself. And not like you do Nevarro.”

“Grrrr.”

“Don’t even go there, I’ve seen you clean yourself. Animal.”

Crowley did his job, the rumor got spread fast and finally, a human was performing the summoning. She was a young lass. Brown hair, white nightgown, green eyes. She had a gardening spade and buried the box with the required items. With that done, she waited.

Sombra felt something tug at him...then, he found himself looking at the woman who summoned Crowley, or him, being a substitute. “Hello?” Sombra said, the woman turning around.

At first, she saw nothing. Then she looked at Sombra, and her expression changed from nervous to confused. “Um...are you...a demon?”

“Sorta. I have the powers of one, without actually being one.”

“So...a tiny demon horse?”

“I guess. So, what do you want?”

The woman shook her head, trying to gain some composure. “Well...there’s this man I love, but he had eyes for a woman with a larger...figure. I was wondering if you could give me a body better than hers and have him fall in love with me?”

“Alright, what’s your name, and his?”

“My name is Elisa Delmark, and his name is John Ledwith.”

“Alright. Well, I guess that gives you...fifteen years.”

“Left to live? I heard it would be ten years?”

“Yeah, but a better body and love is kinda...pointless.”

“To a demon maybe.”

“Eh. So, we have a deal?”

“Yes. So...how does it work? A han-Hoof shake or?”

“A kiss.”

“A kiss?! But...you’re so small...and not even close to looking human.”

“I know. Not my rules.”

“So...how?”

“Lips.”

“I get that, I just...should I lift you up or bend down or…?”

“Either is alright with me.”

“You are...surprisingly kinda nice.” Elisa said, picking up Sombra. She was hesitant but eventually forced herself to kill the tiny demonic pony.

Sombra, once the kiss was in action, felt a rush. He could see the soul inside her becoming engraved with the contract, the terms, names, and time until collection. The rush of power centered itself in his body then, it was flung into Elisa, half of it anyway, the rest was flung off towards town. Once that happened, Elisa’s body started to change. Her height grew three inches, her chest expanded to three times her old one, her hips and thighs also grew, creating a very well curved body that evened out her larger chest. When she broke the kiss, and looked upon her body, and screamed with joy. “My god! I...I’m a slut! I love it!” She cheated, kissing Sombra again out of happiness. “What about John?”

“I felt energy flowing out towards town. Go check.” Sombra said as Elisa abruptly dropped him and ran towards town. “Ouch…” Sombra moaned, getting back up and dusting himself off.

“Well done Sombra.” Crowley said, appearing next to Sombra and picking him up. “I think we will make a great team.”

“What do I get out of it?”

Crowley laughed. “When did you get smart. Heh, easy. I have plans Sombra. Plans to become. A. King. And you will be there right by my side.”

“As a prince?” Sombra questioned.

Crowley, on the inside, tried not to laugh at the stupidity of the question, but merely grinned. “Sure, Crowley and Sombra, the king and prince of the Cross Roads, and someday...king and prince of hell.”

Chapter 3 Day: Uncle Gabriel

Author's Notes:

Sorry it's short and kinda not exactly what the chapter says, but I recently started taking commissions and that took up most of my time.

About five years had passed since Celestia spoke her first words. Metatron, Gabriel, and Lucifer all visited her regularly. Despite Rose being a human soul Lucifer tolerated her for two reasons. One, she looked after Celestia, and two, Celestia cared about her, so he kept his choice of words careful around her. Today was another day that Celestia’s uncle Gabriel would come by. She liked her uncle Gabriel. When came by to play he usually took her to fun and exciting places. Even to other realities.

Celestia herself was playing with a cloth doll Castiel had brought her from earth. While she could use her special powers to make one herself, she liked things from earth, and was very curious about it. Her cloth doll had simple stitched eyes, string hair, and was stuffed with hay, that Celestia tried not to snack on. As she used her newfound abilities with her horn, making light form around it then around a desired object and making it move, and made her doll do a little dance.

As she made her doll do a twirl, when it stopped there was her uncle Gabriel holding it’s cloth hands, shrunk to the size of the doll, pretending to dance with it. “Heh, sorry miss, I got two left feet.”

Celestia giggled. “Uncle, you’re silly.” She cooed, poking her tiny uncle.

“Yeah, well I like being silly.” Gabriel said, snapping his fingers and returning to normal size, and lifting up the tiny pony. “So, ready to head out.”

“Have her back by the end of the day Gabriel.” Castiel said. “Last time you two were gone for a week.”

“Hey, ice skating was her idea.” Gabriel said in his defence.

“Yes. In the north or south poles are acceptable, on a comment is going to far out of her comfort zone.”

“Hers or yours papa bear?”

“How does a fathered bear relate to this?”

Gabriel rolled his eyes. “Well alright, but one thing Castiel.”

“What?”

Gabriel vanished with Celestia, leaving behind a small wooden box. Castiel, confused by this, opened the box and found his face covered in squid ink. “I will hurt him for this.”

Gabriel brought Celestia to a place between the many versions of their universe, a place known as The Void. Within the void, angels with Gabriel’s power or higher could construct bridges between one reality or another. He had taken Celestia here many times, but today was special. “Alright Celestia, what do you think we are gonna do today?”

“Uh...World of cake!” She pleaded.

Gabriel chuckled. “No, we did that last month, and about every other month since I first brought you there. No, today we are going to a reality where everything is...well, magic. If I remember this reality correctly, some other hot shot dad like beings make a world and all kinds of stuff there, and magic is this realities top priority.”

“Cool. Why are we going there?” Celestia asked, trotting quickly for her tiny hooves and legs to keep up with her uncle.

“We are looking for an artifact.”

“What kind?”

“One of illusion. I am not sure since you already have a physical body that you can take on a vessel, so an artifact of great illusionary power should make you look and move human to the, well, humans.”

“So...I could go to earth?” Celestia said, her voice with joy. Celestia rarely got to go to earth, and when she did she never got to interact with the humans.

“Yeah. I know I could just change your body at the snap of a finger, but since you yourself are from another reality entirely, doing that might have unwanted side effects.”

“And these artifacts won't have any?”

“No, they just trick the mind and eyes into seeing things differently from anyone other than the wearer.”

“Oh. Neat.” Celestia and Gabriel walked a bit more before a door finally opened up in front of them, placing them in front of a large castle of sorts surrounded by frigid snow. “Wow.” Celestia said, looking all around her.

“Who we want is inside, now, what I am going to do is...well, trick this person into helping us get this artifact. It’s not going to hurt him in any way. Alright?”

“Uh...Alright.”

Dandre found being the colleges archmage less enjoyable than he had hoped. Traveling from his homeland to the frigid lands of Skyrim to seek the mystic arts was his dream since childhood, but now, he has mastered nearly every spell, crafted every position, and enchanted every type of item he could get his hands on.

As he was copying research notes from spare paper to a bound journal, the room suddenly was filled with light as he turned around, and gazed upon Daedric prince of madness himself, Sheogorath. “I have a task for you Archmage, and if you defy me I shall change you into a chicken to amuse me til I grow hungry!”

After that “Show” was done with Gabriel walked alongside Celestia, who now beared a specially enchanted necklace that, to even him, made her appear human. The Archmage, in a fear for his life, made two others for “Sheogorath” to do with as he pleads. After he gave them to Gabriel he wiped his mind of the experience. “So...what was that about exactly? Why did that human call you a Daedra, and Sheogorath?”

“It’s a...well, I visit all kinds of realities, and in most I make what I like to call OC’s to fit in. In that reality, I am known as Sheogorath, Daedric prince of madness.”

“What’s a Daedra?”

“The other type of god-like beings in that reality. Some have massive amounts of power, others are no stronger than a human. It all depends on the daedra. Man, that necklace works great, you look just like a human girl, though, your hair is still light pink.”

“Oh. Well, it will still work on the humans back home right?”

“Definitely.”

“Yay!” Celestia said with a smile. “So, what do we get to do first?”

“Well, maybe you can make some friends with a few humans.”

“What are friends?” Celestia asked as Gabriel opened a new link to their reality.

“Well...friends are people you trust as well or more than your family. Someone you can just...talk to about stuff and they try and help.” Gabriel explained as they walked through the gateway and found themselves some miles from a village. It was unlike what Celestia saw when she first met uncle Gabriel, Lucifer, and Metatron. While that place was all sand, small stone buildings and large constructs. This village was smaller, cobblestone homes with hay roofs and farms as far as the eye could see. “This place is called Camelot, and one day soon it will hold a mighty kingdom. Sadly though, like everything, it will fall to ruins and turn to legend.”

Gabriel realized his words fell on not even there ears as he looked to his side and Celestia was not there. He looked ahead and spotted her running towards the town. “...Meh.” Gabriel said as he quickly chased after her.

As Celestia entered the town she saw it was very different from heaven. Dirty, kind of cold, and the people here worked through it every day. Rose had told her about life on earth many times, now she was seeing it. Rose told Celestia something very important about humans, words she won’t forget. “Humans, no matter how bad things get, we move on.”

They were inspiring. Life for them was short, hard, and even when all seemed pointless, some may give up hope, others move forwards, pushing on. Celestia wanted to get to know humans better. ”Maybe I can get uncle Lucifer to admit they are neat.” She thought mentally, running along.

She then saw what any child in her situation would see, and feel happy at. Other Kids!

Chapter 3 Night: Family

A month had passed since the event at the Motel. Thankfully when the demon knocked out Sam he didn’t remember what happened. John was with Bobby, the boys and Luna were watching Tv, well, the boys were, Luna was still playing the Gameboy she found at the motel. She beat the game long ago, and was basically catching and training every one of those digital monsters she could find. John had to admit she had a talent for those games, but Dean preferred TV and comics while Sam prefered most books.

“Anything yet Bobby?” John asked, flipping through more lore books.

”Not a damn thing. From what there is, it seems Luna could open a way back to wherever she came from herself, but she’s a foal, so that will be...why are you looking at me like that?” Bobby asked as John gave him a confused stare.

“Child. You said foal not child.” Je explained.

“She’s a pony, it’s the proper term.” John just sighed. “Well hey, it’s not like we can find something that can make her look human.”

John just rolled his eyes, flipping through pages then closed the book in frustration. “Well, her...abilities, with her horn, she managed to kill a demon Bobby. We can use that.”

“Oh I know we can, but can she control it?” Bobby asked, taking a shot from his flask. “I guess for her it’s something her kind can do, lore said they can do the unimaginable, and her horn is the key.”

“So they have to learn how to use it like a newborn learns how to walk?” John asked.

“Well, your guess is as good as mine.”

John sighed, picking up the papers and finding the heading rather interesting. “Hey Bobby, look at this.” John handed the paper to Bobby.

Local Museum Break-in Ends in Death

“Well that’s something I’ll admit.”

“Read on.”

After apprehending the suspects security managed to retrieve one of two historical artifacts. The Stones of Heaven. The second stone was made off with after the second thief took out a knife and stabbed one of the guards clean through his rib cage. Coronary reports quote “It was as if the assailant had the strength of ten men.” As for the second suspect, they dropped the second stone, then vanished.

“Stones of Heaven, that sounds familiar.” Bobby said as he took out one of the many lore books around him and flipped through the pages. “Yeah, here. The Stones of Heaven are said to have fallen to earth in seven hundred B.C. Tales say that any animal that is adorned with one of the stones…” Bobby’s eyes widened. “Take on the form of a human.”

Johns eyes widened in reply. “Talk about convenient. So, think this is a job?”

“THe fact that some yahoo thief stabbed a knife through a man's chest says it all John. Clearly it was a monster, but what, and why try and take those stones?”

“Well, the why is rather strange. And as for the what, well there’s a long list of freaks with that kind of strength.”

“Yeah, but if the legend is true, and it must be if whatever these were managed to steal one, why? Most monsters already look human. Some a little too much.”

“Well let’s get on the job and find out.” John said as he got up. “Kids, your uncle Bobby and I are gonna go into town for a...while. We’ll try and call when we can.”

“By dad.” Sam and Dean said in unison.

“Bring back pizza?” Luna called out asking.

Bobby laughed while John sighed. “Sure, We’ll try.”

“Yay! Love you dad.” That made John freeze as the door. He swallowed the bulge in his throat.

“S-same kids, be back later.” He said, quickly leaving as Bobby followed.

Once in the impala, Bobby looked over at John in the driver's seat. “John? You alright, you kinda froze there.”

“...Bobby...whenever Sam or Dean say the love me...I’m. I don’t think too much about it...Luna saying that...it just…”

“Made you feel like a dad?”

“...I guess…” John said as he started the car. “Come on, if we’re lucky whatever stole that stone might not be far.”

Once at the museum, John and Bobby quickly changed into black suits, and grabbed their fake FBI badges, then headed in. Once in they walked up to the receptionist. “Excuse me miss, mind if we speak to whoever’s in charge of this establishment?” John asked, putting on his best poker face.

“You two cops?” The woman asked. She was red haired, green eyes, dressed in a plain grey shirt and blue jeans.

“FBI.” Bobby said, he and John taking out their fake badges and then putting them back.

“Hang on.” The woman said, leaving for several minutes before coming back with an older man.

He was around Bobby’s age, wore a grey trench coat and pants with black shoes. “Is this about the break in officers?” He asked.

“Yes, we just have a few follow up questions about the incident?” John asked.

“Oh. Well like I told the police two people, a young lady and a man broke in, tried to steal both Stones of Heaven, the night guards tackled them both and, well… One of the guards is dead now, the other we gave the week off.”

“Did the surviving guard say something was odd about the thieves?”

The man shrugged. “He was jumpy, but I figured it was just from seeing a long time co-worker.”

“Can you give us his address so we can question him also?” Bobby asked.

“Yes, just let me go write it down.”

When the man gave John and Bobby the address they quickly got back into the Impala and drove to the address. Once there, the showed their fake badges to the guard and now sat with him in his livingroom. “So Mr…” John asked.

“Devaron.” The guard replied.

“Right, Devaron. Was there anything...abnormal about the theifs you can recall?”

“Heh, like I told the cops. The woman elbowed me to the ground. Doc said I got a cracked rib now. And she was a small little thing too. When I looked back up Don was dead, a hole in his chest and a bloody knife sticking out his back. Since the killer stabbed him I managed to get a shot off. Right in the arm, hand opened and he dropped the stone before the police arrived.”

“Was that all?” Bobby asked. “Anything else at all happen?”

Devaron sighed, rubbing his arm. “Well...When I shot the man I swear...I think it was the light, but I thought I saw his eyes turn black.”

John and Bobby both gave a knowing look at one another. “Thank you for the information sir.” John said as he and Bobby left. “Demons...does this make sense to you?”

“Not really. But if we’re dealing with demons, we’ll have to figure out what to do about them. If there’s a lot, then we’ll need an arsenal.”

“So, you only got one of the stones?”

“Cops came, you said be quick.”

“Well regardless I suppose one is all that’s needed anyway.”

“What are you going to do with this, Crowley?”

“It’s July twentieth. It’s Sombra’s adopted day.”

“You treat that freak like one of- GAAHHH!!”

“Now now, that's my boy you’re talking about, less you want to be his adopted day cake, get back to work, the both of you.”

Luna fell asleep sometime around eight. Sam and Dean covered her with a blanket and were watching the Golden Girls, since it was all that was good on this time of day.

The door opened and Sam and Dean saw their father, uncle Bobby, and five boxes of pizza. “You actually got it?” Dean asked in shock.

Luna sniffed, then woke up immediately. “Pizza!”

“Hey, every now and then I can spoil you three….” John said as he placed the pizza’s on the coffee table and opening it. The first three were peperonie, the fourth was mushrooms, and the fifth was pineapple. “Just share the mushroom pizza Luna.”

“Okay.” She said, jumping on the table and grabbing a slice of mushroom pizza in her mouth, chewing/slurping it from the crust. Bobby quietly left, coming back with a camera and took a picture. “Wow!” She yelped, startled by the flash and falling off the coffee table.

“Sorry Luna, but I couldn’t resist taking a picture of that.” Bobby said in self defence.

Dean and Sam laughed as Luna jumped onto the couch, Pizza slice acting as a blindfold. “So dad, how’d the job go?” Dean asked.

“It’s on hold, but we did pick up something, it’s what took so long.” John said as Bobby pulled out the other Stone of Heaven. After the trail on the demons ran cold John went back and stole it properly, no alarms of glass broken. And a well carved fake in it’s place.

Bobby strung it with a cloth string and placed it around Luna’s neck. After a bit, in a blink to the Winchesters and Bobby, they jumped, seeing Luna as a five year old, baby blue haired little girl, wearing a small white shirt with her silhouette on it, and blue jean shorts and flip flops. “Well holy...wow…” Bobby said. “Darn thing actually works.”

“Luna! You look human!” Dean said as Sam nodded, wide eyed and speechless.

“Wait, what?” Luna asked, looking at her front legs, expecting to see her hooves...she saw hands...and properly let out a scared scream, breaking all of the windows in Bobby’s house.

“You’re paying for those John!” Bobby yelled, covering his ears as Luna kept screaming.

John knew right then, having a daughter….was going to be his hardest job yet.

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Chapter 3 Shadows: Bloodshed

Sombra sat in the house Crowley took from his vessel, chewing away at the corpse of a child. It was a girl, and he admitted, her blood tasted...sweat, unlike the wife of Crowley’s vessel, which tasted of plain copper, and a hint of mint, strangely enough.

It was his reward for deals well done. A month had passed since his first deal, Sombra now carrying fifteen souls under contract, and Crowley holding twenty. “I have to say, we make a good team Sombra.” Crowley mused, sipping a glass of whisky. “Blech, bland. I must see if my brand from my human days is still being made.”

“What’s ‘brand’?” Sombra asked.

Crowley rolled his eyes. “It’s a specific type of item. Say… the whisky I am drinking here… is crap. Not my favorite, that’s called Craig, aged for at least thirty years. Been drinking it since, well, since I was about your age...however old you are.” Crowley pondered, taking another sip and gagging at it. “...Say Sombra, what was that trick you did that got us out of hell in the blink of an eye?”

Sombra looked up at Crowley, mouth covered in blood. “Not sure, but, I’ve seen you teleport like that?”

“Yeah, but it’s not easy teleporting across the world, not as I am now anyway. You, your...horn, thing lit up and we were topside.”

Sombra shrugged. “It just happened.”

“Hmmm. The demon that gave you to me said you can enter shadows, can you still do that?”

“Yeah.” Sombra demonstrated by phasing into something like a liquid shadow, slithering around and taking cover inside the shadow of Crowley’s whisky bottle, then popping out on his lap. “Everything is white and light blue though when I do that.”

“Strange?” Crowley said, tossing Sombra off of him. “Perhaps we should do some old fashioned dirty work.”

“Like dig?”

“No...just no you dumb...whatever you are. I mean let’s go out and kill some people, have some fun, scare the kiddies.”

“Is that really fun?”

“You like to eat corpses right?”

“Yeah!”

“Then think of this as...playing with your food...in a sense.” Crowley said, snapping his fingers as Nevaro appeared. “Watch the house boy, I am going to show Sombra how torture and murder can be fun.”

Nevaro barked in reply, and Crowley grabbed Sombra by his scruff and teleported just outside of town. He dropped Sombra upon arrival. “Ouch…” Sombra groaned, getting himself back up. “So...where’s the fun?”

“Well first, we pick targets, people no one will immediately notice or miss….Perhaps a drunk. For starters.” Crowley said as he walked into Town, Sombra close behind. “Stick to the shadows pup, for now.”

Sombra pouted, but shifted into shadow and hid within Crowley’s.

From the shadow Sombra watched Crowley walk to a bar, observe the tenets, and when a dirty old man was thrown out for not paying his tab, Crowley got up. They followed him to an empty street, then Crowley spoke up. “Hello sir.” He said, placing a hand on the man’s shoulder. “How about a friendly...chat.” He signaled for Sombra to appear, and once he did, he grabbed him and teleported the two to their houses basement. Crowley had managed to acquire some...hobby items.

Bone saws, chains, large meat hooks, surgical scalps, a few hammers, and a table with restraints. He quickly forced the man down, locking him onto the table. “Wha? Da hell?!” The man said, half drunk and trying to register what was transpiring.

“So...what now?” Sombra asked, shadowing himself up to the table.

“Now.” Crowley said, picking up a dagger. “We have some fun.” He then jabbed the dagger into the man’s arm, the man screaming in pain as Crowley carved it through his bone. “Now you go.”

Sombra looked at the man, who was still crying in pain. Sombra grabbed the dagger’s handle in his mouth, pulling it out, then slashing the already carved flesh, making the man yelp in pain. ‘No, no, no. Be more forceful Sombra, really put...well, your body weight into it.”

Sombra nodded, walking to the other arm and, swaying his body, jabbed the dagger halfway into the man’s arm bone, making him scream again. “Better.” Crowley commented. “The trick it breaking the bone when you cut, not just splitting it.”

Sombra let go of the knife. “This is neat...I wonder…” Sombra said aloud, focusing on the tied up man as his horn lit up with a black aura. Soon, the man began to shake furiously, his bones moving under his skin...while he screamed, conscious for it all. His skull and head was not where his left arm would be, his spine was replaced with the bones in his laft leg, his spine now his right arm, and the other bones new, unnatural locations made him a screaming, crying monstrosity. Sombra smiled, clapping his hooves. “This is fun!”

Crowley would never admit it, not to the devil, god, or even himself, but in that moment...he felt pride in what Sombra had done. “That’s right boy, and nice using that horn of yours. Guess it’s not for erectile dysfunctions after all.”

Crowley was laid in bed, resting. Demons don’t need to rest, but Crowley did it out of habit, and, because it was the one place he could remember.

Sombra never seemed to sleep, as far back as he could remember he never needed sleep. After them man he and Crowley tortured, mangled and killed, Sombra got a taste for the blood. He liked the taste before...but now...he wanted to kill his prey. Make it suffer and scream before feasting. He wanted to play with his food.

Using his shadow ability, Sombra easily left the house, heading back into town he began searching for pray. Something that would be easy. Something weak. His eyes, from the shadows, spotted the woman he made his first deal with, the man she had love her by her side, her belly larger. Behind her, several people walked.

They seemed...wrong. Somehow. Sombra couldn’t place it, but the three people following his first deal just seemed...wrong. He followed them, they followed his first deal. He then saw them tackle the man to the ground, one of the free ones holding the woman still.

At this, Sombra saw them reveal a retractable row of teeth like his.. He stepped out of the shadows. “Um. Hello?” They all turned to him, the three assailants, and the man all looked at him...confusion across their faces. The woman however, seemed happy to see him. “What are you doing?”

“...Trying to feast.” The one holding the woman replied, confused. “What...are you?”

“No idea.” Sombra replied. “So...you’re going to kill that man?”

“Duh.” One of the ones holding the man down replied. “The woman too.”

“Oh, you can’t do that.”

“...What?”

“You can’t do that, she still has time on her contract.”

“Contract...you’re some kind of demon?”

“I guess.”

“Well why do you care if her time is up now or later?”

Sombra shrugged. “It just...bugs me.”

“Just kill the demon wanna be.” One of the ones that was holding the man down got up, rushing at Sombra.

Sombra blinked, seeing the not-human rush at him. Without even acting, shadow rushed out of the wall, decapitating it. “The hell?!” The one holding the woman yelled.

Sombra looked at the remaining too. “I didn’t do it...Though… I wonder…” Sombra pondered, taking a step forwards, shadow appearing around him like an octopus raises its tentacles in defence. “Oh...that’s cool.” Sombra was grinning now, and it sent waves of fear down the not-humans backs. “Spare my deal and her mate, kill the not-humans.” Sombra ordered, the tentacles wrapping around the not-humans, taking them off the man and woman without harming them. Then squeezed the not-humans until their bodies broke into chunks, dropping them onto the ground before pulling all three corpses into the shadows.

The man fainted while the woman walked up to Sombra, picking him up and hugging and kissing him. “Oh thank you again my cute little demon!” The woman said gratefully.

“Your time isn’t up, I was just keeping my end of the deal...I think?” Sombra said, his voice muffled from being pressed into her chest.

“Do other demons like you do what you just did?” The woman asked.

Sombra pulled his head out of her chest. “I...don’t know any other demons like me. I was raised by hellhounds and given to a demon named Crowley.”

“So...you’re the last of your kind, or the only one of your kind?”

“I...I don’t know…”

“Hmm. Mind if I speak with this Crowley? Once my husband wakes up.”

“Sure...what for?”

“You’ll see.”

“I’m sorry, but what?” Crowley asked. When Sombra came home with two humans, saying the woman was his first deal and that sharp teethes not-humans, Vampires Crowley realized, and said she wanted to...renegotiate her deal.

“You heard me, Make us demons, or something that can live a long time.” the woman, Elisa, repeated.

“...Why?”

“To be with Sombra here.” Elisa said, picking up Sombra and hugging him. “He’s cute, gave me a body to die for, the man of my dreams, and we have a baby on the way.”

“So...well...Look, I don’t know of a way to make you demons now, but I think there is a spell that will make you immortal to an extent. It’s a spell. Binds you to a person...or in this case demon/hellhound pony unicorn thing.”

“What could kill us?”

“For starters, Sombra dies, you die. Another thing would be specially made weapons, a rare tool I heard about simply called The Colt. Now...are you both serious about this?”

Elisa nodded, her husband nodding also. “Will our baby be bound?”

“Yes.”

“My answer is still yes. Sombra gave me everything, plus he’s just so cute!” Elisa then squeezed Somba again, who seemed to be enjoying the affection that slightly sickened Crowley, the other half of him wanted in with him between those massive milk makers.

“Well...Alright. I’ll be back, contact some old ‘friends’... til then, just...make yourselves at home I suppose.” Crowley said as he vanished.

“So...demon servants Elisa?” Her husband, John, asked.

“Yes John, you always wanted a unique life, what’s more unique that taking care of this little cutie.” Elisa said, scratching Sombra behind his ear, his shaking leg showing his joy. “Dawh.”

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Chapter 4 Day: Uncle Lucifer

Celestia was now ten, physicaly and mentaly according to Metatrons research, though, on earth it had been close to a hundred years. While time had little meaning to Angels, Rose still felt time pass, and despite the hundred years, to her it felt like yesterday when Castiel snapped her out of the illusion of her heaven, and gave her a second chance at motherhood.

As she was preparing bread and apple pie for Celestia, Castiel bringing her items from earth when she asked to better accommodate Celestia, she felt a poke at her back, followed by a rough flick to the back of her head. She groaned. “Hello Lucifer.” Rose groaned.

“Hello meatless soul.” Lucifer replied, his vessel, the egyptian prince, still being used. It was a strong vessel, and while the soul had long since moved on, the body was still very usable. “Where’s bird daddy and little Celly?”

“Castiel is trying to teach Celestia to fly, she has wings and wants her to use them. Though, I have never seen his wings...nor any of yours for that matter?”

“When we are in a host our wings are more...well, let’s go with ethereal, for lack of a better word. When we are without host, only we can see each others true forms, and wings.”

“So in other words I’ll never see them?”

“Bingo. Give the monkey a banana.”

Rose replied by shoving an apple slice in his mouth. “Birdy should learn to keep his beak shut.” She said with a sly grin.

Lucifer rolled his eyes, quickly chewing the apple slice before speaking. “You know the only reason I tolerate you is because of Celestia right?”

“As you’ve told me for the past hundred years, yes.”

“In any other circumstance I would take you to use as energy.”

“Uh-huh.”

“You’d cease to exist and- are you ignoring me?!”

“Give the birdy a cracker.”

“What’s a cracker?”

“I don’t know, I’ve been around Gabriel too much I guess. His randomness has been rubbing off.”

“Why dad made him like that I’ll never know.”

“Must have been an accident.”

“Oh. You think God the Almighty can make mistakes?”

“He made you and humanity didn’t he?”

Lucifer chuckled at that. “Okay, okay.” Lucifer’s attention was drawn to a light near what would be the front of the home. Coming from it, Castiel, holding an older looking Celestia, her necklace making her appear human, though over time Lucifer noticed small things that gave the illusion away. On rocky, or hard dirt roads the sound of her hooves hitting the ground was noticeable, when she grabbed things with her magic, her “hands” mimicked the right moves, but if she was too fast moving it, you could see the item float in mid air. It was things like that mostly, but it was still good enough to fool humans. “Hey, Rose here was telling me about how you are learning to fly. How’d it go Celly?”

“I fell on my plot from the moon…” Celestia said sadly.

“The moon?”

“I thought the low gravity would help.” Castiel said. “It did, but she lost control and fell to earth.”

“I messed up Auntie Hael’s project.” Celestia said sadly.

“She said it was alright Celestia.”

“My face is imprinted at the bottom of her Grand Canyon…”

That made Lucifer laugh. “Wow, that’ll give the humans something to ponder about. So Celestia, you ready to have some fun. Bet I can teach you to fly by the end of the day.”

“What makes you think you can accomplish that?” Castiel asked.

“Um. I’m older than you, more experienced, stronger than you. Plus I’m just better than you.”

“Wanna make a bet of that?” Rose asked.

“Ha, what’s the stakes?”

“If you can’t get Celestia to fly by the end of one EARTH day, you have to be human for a year.”

“I’ll hold your grace if it comes to that.” Castiel spoke up.

“Alright, alright. And if I Win?”

“You can move in.” Rose said. “Spend all day every day with Celestia, driving Castiel and I up the walls.”

“Oh-ho. Deal.” Lucifer said, shaking Rose’s hand. “Come one Celestia, once you’re up flying in the sky I can move in to drive your parents crazy.”

“Uh...yay?” Celestia said as Lucifer grabbed her hand, the two vanishing in a blink.

“...Are you sure about this?” Castiel asked. “Lucifer may be...unreliable, but the missions he has done are done with results beyond expectations.”

“If he wins, he wins. Just means I get to make his life miserable, because he can’t say or do bad to me with Celestia around.” Rose stated, going back to her pie making.

“So...it’s a win for you either way?”

“Yeup.”

“Now that is jenga.”

“What?”

“Gabriel…”

“Ah.”

Atop a hill, a hill soon to be a mountain in a few more hundred years. Grass and trees decorated the hill rather beautifully. Here, Lucifer brought Celestia. “Alright, I think I know where Castiel went wrong.”

“Where did dad go wrong?” Celestia asked.

“Your body's physical. While yes, you can use magic, and some of heavens powers, you can’t fly using your magic, you need wind under those wings.”

“You think?”

“Yes. I should know, I helped Dad make birds, and figured out how to help them fly. Now, I’ve carried you lots of times, so your bones aren’t hollow, but the muscles around your wings are strong. I think since you have wings, but no hollow bones, this means you magic only aids in keeping you airborn.”

“So...I can only why when there’s wind?”

“Yes, your magic helps keep you airborne, but you need to control it like a bird, glide, flap your wings, that sort of thing.”

“So...we’re up on this mountain to…”

“Get a better lift off. The wind up here is strongest.” As Lucifer said that, a strong gust of wind blew, nearly making Celestia fall backwards. “So, now spread your wings out and- SHIT!”

Celestia spread her wings out, they caught the wind and blew her backwards. Lucifer was about to race to catch her...then saw her pendant on the ground before him. When he looked up, he saw her in her true body, flying in loops. She was flying so naturally. Just like his birds. “WO-HOO! This is amazing!” Celestia yelled in chear.

“Yes! I am moving in! I am gonna drive Castiel up the walls and Rose I...wait…” Lucifer thought about his deal...then he realized Rose’s angle. “Oh that sneaky, sneaky monkey!” He screamed, enraged that a simple human, well, human soul, tricked an archangel. He then looked up at Celestia, who was thrilled to finally be flying. A smile made it’s way onto his face. “Well...Might not be too bad.”

Chapter 4 Night: Luna Winchester

With the illusion amulet around Luna’s neck, she has been able to be out in the open with people. Today was going to be a challenging day. Today, was Luna’s first day ever at a school. She had a backpack, notebooks, a schedule of classes, and her brothers. One on each side. “How come dad couldn’t see us off?” Luna asked.

“He’s working Luna.” Dean said. “Come on, Sam and I will show you how this usually goes.” Dean lead Luna and Sam into the building, he dropped Sam at his first class and was bringing Luna to hers. “Okay Luna, you got it rather easy. You’re in kindergarten, so all you’ll be doing is ABC’s and basic math.”

“Okay...Will you be with me?”

“No, sorry Luna, not till the end of the school. At four. You remember when four is, right?”

“Uh...when the little hand is on the four number and the big one is on the twelve number?”

“Exactly. I’ll try and see if I can visit, and I’m sure Sam will do the same. Chin up, alright sis?”

“Alright.” Luna said, she and Dean outside the kindergarten classroom. It was a marine blue painted door, covered in taped on sunflower pictures and construction paper cut to look like grass. As Luna walked in she saw kids all around her. She had never been around other children before, only her brothers. The experience was frightening.

Luna wanted to hide.

“Excuse me.” Luna nearly jumped when an elderly woman came up to her. As Luna studied her, she saw her kindness, and gentle nature. Warm, loving eyes, and a welcoming smile. “Who are you little one?”

“Um...Luna…” Luna whispered.

“Luna. What a lovely name. Wait, are you Luna Winchester?”

“Yes...:”

“Oh, that’s right. You’re the new student. Come along.” The elderly woman said, holding out a hand for Luna to grab.

Luna took it with a hoof her disguise making it seem, and feel, to the woman, that she was holding the tiny hand of a young girl. She lead Luna to a table where three other children were seated. “Thank you ma'am.” Luna said.

“Why thank you dear, and please, call me miss Cassidy.” Ms. Cassidy said, taking her leave.

When she did, one of the kids at the table spoke up. “Hi. I’m Beverly.” A blond haired child dressed in a green shirt and shorts spoke. “That’s Ben.” Beverly pointed to a brown haired toddler dressed in a white shirt with a black stripe going down the middle and green shorts. “And that’s Hector.” She pointed to a tan skinned toddler, dressed in a grey hoodie and blue jeans. “What’s your name?”

“Um...Luna.” Luna replied, not sure how to talk to others exactly.

“So, where’d you come from?”

“I’m...not sure. My dad is on the road and takes me and my brothers along often, so...I move around a lot.” Luna said the line her father told her to say if anyone asked where she came from. It was simple, easy to remember, and not entirely false.

“Oh, okay.”

“What’s your dad like?” Ben asked, Luna taking notice of his green eyes.

“Oh, he’s neat. Kind of strict but it’s because he cares.”

“What does he do?”

“Business.”

“Any specific business?”

“Um...Well...He helps people…”

“Like a...bounty hunter?”

“...sure…” Luna answered, not knowing what a bounty hunter was.

“Cool.” Hector said. “So, got any hobbies Luna?”

“I play Pokemon blue a lot. Dad said he’d get me a new game if my first day here goes well.”

“Cool. I have Pokemon Blue too. I picked Bulbasaur as my started.”

Luna gasped. “Me too! He’s soo cute. He looks like he has a cabbage on his back.”

“I always thought it looked more like a lettuce. That’s why I named him Lettuce Head.”

Luna’s eyes grew wide as did her smile. “I named mine Cabbage Head!”

“Get me out of here…” Ben grumbled.

As the day reached its halfway point Luna and Beverly became real close friends, their common interests were almost frightening. Lunch had arrived and Luna got PB’n J sandwich with carrots and an apple on the side and a chocolate milk as her drink. She gave the cafeteria lady the money her dad gave her to use and sat next to her new friends. She noticed Hector ate light and pulled out a notebook and a pencil. She watched as he began to draw cartoony animals. “Those look cute.” Luna said.

“Thanks.” Hector said, still drawing. “It’s a hobby.”

“They look like a cartoon. Maybe one day you can make them into a cartoon.”

“Heh, maybe… Hey Luna, who’s the older kid over there? The one looking at you?”

Luna turned around, looking at the direction Hector was and saw what he meant. “Oh, that’s just my big brother Dean. Dad tells him it’s his job to look after me and Sam, my other big brother.”

“Oh. Alright...but why has he been looking at us since lunch started?”

“Huh...I’ll go ask.” Luna said as she got up and walked over to her brother. “Hey Dean, how come you’re looking at us?”

“I’m just making sure they’re…normal.”

“I don’t think they’re…not normal Dean. Hector likes to draw, Ben is, well, kinda lazy, and Beverly and I have a lot in common.”

“I just worry.”

“Is that why Sam says you can’t make friends?”

“...I’m gonna punch him…”

With school over Luna watched as her new friends got onto the bus or into their parent's car. Luna sat as her brothers came up to her. “So, how was your first day of school Luna?” Sam asked.

“Pretty good. We learned about numbers, the alphabet, and some of the states.”

“Bet that was the easy part.” Dean said.

“Yeah, traveling helps. So, where’s Dad?”

“He said if he’s not here in half an hour to walk back to the hotel.”

“That’s five miles away Dean…” Sam said sadly.

“I know.”

Luna sighed. “I wish we could just...appear there. I wanna finish my homework so I can play my gameboy. I am so close to the elite four.”

“I thought you would have beaten that game already?” Sam asked.

“I was close, but I heard from another kid that was in the hotel in the last town we were in that your pokemon can go all the way to level one hundred. I’m trying to get them all to that level before I beat the game.”

Dean rolled his eyes while Sam merely smiled. The trio waited and thankfully ten minutes later their father drove up, the three getting in quickly. “He kids, how was school?” John asked as they all crawled into the back.

“It was alright.” Dean said.

“Same.” Sam said.

“I made friends!” Luna said happily.

“Heh, great sweety.” John said, starting the drive. He drove to a dinner where the kids all followed. “So, what do you kids want?” He asked as they all sat in a booth and looked over the menus.

“The Phillie cheese steak looks good.” Dean said.

“Oh, I’ll have one too.” Sam said.

“Um...can I just have a plate of mashed potatoes and veggies and nothing else?” Luna asked, seeing the menu consisted of largely meat based meals.

“I’ll ask.” John said. When the waitress came along he asked if Luna could get a plate of just mashed potatoes and mixed veggies, which the waitress smiled and said yes.

Some time later, a cheeseburger and fries, two philly cheese steaks and a plate of mixed veggies and mashed potatoes were served with three cokes. John realized that, this would be the first time Luna has tried soda, and watched with interest without showing.

As Luna looked over the carbonated beverage, she took a sniff before tasting it. The fizze seemed to startle her, but when she saw Sam, Dean, and John all drinking it with ease, so she began sucking on the straw. The fizzy drink tickled her mouth and continued to as she swallowed it. She enjoyed the taste. Then felt her tummy start to gurgle.

“I can’t believe you burped that loud Luna.” Dean said, chuckling from the events of the dinner.

“Deeaann!” Luna whined, face red as a macintosh apple.

“Dean, stop teasing your sister.” John said, the family driving back to the hotel.

“But she broke every piece of glass in that dinner!”

John rolled his eyes. Soda seems to give Luna sonic burps...He’ll have to call Bobby about it, he is still researching Alicorns, but wants anything about Luna that’s new to be written. Bobby’s gonna have a laugh about this… John thought, already hearing the drunk’s laughter.

Chapter 4 Shadows: Halfway To Royalty

Fifty years has passed since John and Elisa became demons, linked to Sombra, and their child, that they named Aggerath, and grew up as If Sombra was his big brother. To other demons and humans, Sombra, Crowley, and their “pets” as their title was, was fierce, and without mercy. Behind the inclosed and warded walls of the places they called home over the years, they were...something. Something to outsiders, to Sombra, it was Family. Over the years many deals were made, souls collected, and so forth, the two making their names known in hell and to the other crossroads demons.

Oddly enough, in fifty years Sombra only grew a foot or so taller, and his actions and choice of words placed him into his teen years, or so Crowley figured. Navarro was still his best, and closest friend. Sombra also began to test his abilities over shadows. He learned he could read people’s minds when his shadow tentacles would reach out to them. He also, when inside the shadow, could control the weak minded, and plant suggestions in those who’s minds and wills were stronger, creating all sorts of fun and chaos...and a few deals.

“Checkmate.” John said, his queen knocking over Sombra’s on the chessboard.

Sombra, facing his ten thousandth defeat against John in chess, let his face fall to the table. “I hate this game…” He grumbled. “How are you so good?”

“Back when I was human my father was a scholar, chess was his favorite pass time and when I was old enough he taught me how to play and more often than not he and I would end up in long stalemates, one move on either side would leave up open for defeat from each other. If neither of us could come up with a strategy, we usually ended up calling it a draw and started over.”

“Damn…” Combra grumbled. “I need to have more of a view of this game like you do.”

“My dad always said ‘think like a tyrant and it can open up new views’.” John said as he began setting the pieces back into place. “Like anything, it takes time to master properly, and we all have more than enough.”

As John finished setting the final piece back into place, Crowley teleported into the room, his vessel now a short, ginger haired irishman in his late thirties early forties. “Sombra do I have the deal of a life time!” He said, excited.

Sombra had mixed feelings. Whenever Crowley got excited, it was a coin flip as to how it would work out. “What is it this time?”

“Boy, there is a deal about to hit the table, for ten thousand souls.”

“Ten thousand? How?”

“The current leader of china is waging his own soul, as well as the soul of ten thousand unhonorable people, have no idea why they hold honor so highly, for a cure for his daughter's illness.”

“How can one man also speak for that many souls?”

“Simple, they will follow him and do whatever he says, simply because he’s him. It’s the easiest way for us to get to the top.”

“So, why tell me? You could have gone to do the deal yourself.”

That made Crowley scratch the back of his head. “Well, that’s the thing, because all those souls are in this deal, they all are going to be used to make the deal.”

“Wait...so, ten thousand souls just to do the work one soul can?”

“Yes, I, nor can most demons handle that much power, but…”

“...But you think I can?”

“Exactly.”

“What makes you think I can?”

“Because you are beyond demons, you age, you can do things we can and can’t, and, you have a body that is yours. If I do it, I might survive, but this body will burn out, and I will be incapacitated for a long time, your body is linked to your...whatever it is you got, it changes into shadow with you, so you can pull this deal off.”

Sombra pondered the prospect. “Well, I guess. But I expect a new born baby!” That made both John and Crowley stare at Sombra. “To eat. Duh.” That satisfied them as Sombra rolled his eyes, jumping into shadow and heading off to China. When a deal this large is called, it isn’t hard to find, just follow the other demons. Once in China, Sombra saw many demons all coming along to try and take the deal first, but hesitant, that many souls, that much power, tempting as honey, yet deadly as poison.

Sombra shadowed himself into the building, the deal caller was easy to spot, an old man, dressed in rather elegant regalia, and on a bed next to him, a young girl, no older than ten, sleeping though a high fever. As Sombra appeared, the old man looked up. “So, finally one of you has come?”

“Yeah. Lot of souls on the line and I just walked in while all the others are weighing the options.” Sombra explained. “So, what exactly is wrong with her?”

The old man looked at the girl, his daughter, and sighed. “An illness, she traveled west for a time to negotiate trades, and a week after returning, she grew ill, at first it was small things, not, none of the best healers from here or out west know what is wrong. No medicine helps, and her fever just grows.”

“Ah. Well, alright, you know how this is done?”

“From what I have been told, a kiss.”

“Yeah.”

“...Why, if I may ask?”

“No idea.”

“...Is it a rule or…”

“You’re procrastinating?”

“...Yes.”

Dinner time, a relaxing time for this…”Family”. Human meat and blood was served on plates, fresh as they could get, and it was, served with sides, mashed potatoes, mixed vegetables, fresh made lemonade, and, for Crowley, scotch. His brand. This was a rare day, everyone had a cup of his brand, save for Sombra, who, despite being over fifty years old, aged physically and mentally, about to the age of fourteen. Crowley stood, raising a glass. “Here, we celebrate Sombra, and the biggest Deal in demon history since Atlantis. Ten thousand souls, I have received word from Lilith herself, that this deal makes me, and Sombra, the king, that’s me, and prince, that’s you Sombra, of the Crossroads. We will have it all. Fame, fortune, an army of grunts to do the dirty work, and we get the cherry pickings of the best souls. That’s right, it’s top shelf customers from here on out.”

“Good work Sombra.” John said, patting him on the back while Elisa hugged him.

“Heh, thanks. It hurt like heck with all that power surging through me, but I walked away with the deal of the century in my hooves, and a horde of demons bowing to me as I walked out of that temple.” Sombra said with pride.

“And for that, I give you a taste of my brand.” Crowley said, pouring some of his favorite whisky into a glass cup and placing it in front of Sombra. “Have a taste.” Sombra took a sniff, the strong odor made his nose cring in response, but using his shadows, his lifted the glass up, and took a sip. It was like drinking hellfire, and it burned all the way down his throat. When he finished off the glass, he felt like eating hot coal would have been less painful. After a while, Sombra grew sleepy.

He hit the table, dead to the world. Crowley, for his part, chuckled, and drank straight from the bottle. “Light weight.”

Chapter 5 Illusions: What Happened?

The forrest was both silent, and filled with nose. Small sounds of nature’s wild life flowing through the air like the wind. Yet, not every nose in the woods of earth are of the simple creatures, some are of the dangerous monsters that lurk in the dark and hunt for the taste of human flesh and blood. That’s how this world works, monsters hunt man, and some men, hunt back. A cycle of wits, strength, and luck.

Though, there is one creature in these woods that does not belong, bug like, quadruped, physique like that of a small horse, with green, dead leaf looking skin for a main, and legs filled with holes. She appeared in the forest, yet no creature nor plant dared near her.

Finally, after her several hours of sleep, appearing asleep, she began to wake with a loud, toothy yawn. “Uh… what happened, why does my head hurt. Wait where am I?”

The little bug pony stood up and looked at her surroundings. And then yelled. “Hello! Is anyone there?”

The little bug pony stared into the forest and picked a random direction and went forward. “There has to be someone around her, I had to have gotten there somehow. Hello!”

The sun, once high in the sky, now sat near the edge of the horizon, it’s bright light turning the sky orange and red, and our little bug pony has been wandering the whole time, calling out for help to no result. “Help! Please anyone!” She called again, throat sore from calling out and legs weak from walking. She was also hungry, a hunger that surpassed her mear tummy, it was in her core being.

As hope began to escape her and follow the sun as darkness was beginning to set, she looked up, spotting a light in the distance. Hope came back to her and a smile formed on her face. She then, using the little strength she had left, and ran as fast as she could. Finally, reaching a clearing, she spotted stone and wood buildings all gathered close together as tall, Bipedal creatures walked about, doing chores or were just talking. Some ways away from the town, she spotted a smaller light, and like a moth, was drawn to it.

The ever growing darkness allowed her to hide rather well, and when got close to the smaller light, a fire, a lake some feet away, and a pair of young looking bipeds leaning against each other. She hid outside the fire’s light, one had long hair, and was thinner than the other, taller, short haired biped. The two were watching the sunset, and our little bug had to agree. It was beautiful.

Pain.

Her hunger grew, and caused her pain that was like a knife cutting out from inside her. She looked up, seeing a pink aura around the two bipeds and she drooled. Instinct took over, she opened her mouth, her antenna like horn glowing a ghastly green as the pink aura around the two flowed towards her, and into her mouth.

The taste was ambrosia, sweeter than the finest honey, and richer than cream. While she was lost in her feeding, the couple grew pale, cold, and limp. Soon, she no longer saw a pink aura, for she consumed it all, and the two bipeds fell over.

“Mister? Miss? Please wake up, I didn't mean too… wake up please wake up!” Not even noticing the alpha walking up behind her as tears started to roll down her face. She sensed him come up behind her and turned around and tried to explain how sorry she was and not to hurt her. “I...I...I….I’m sorry! This isn't what it looks like! Please you got to believe me. I didn't mean to hurt them, I was just so hungry and I didn't know I could… please don't hurt me! I didn't mean to hurt anyone!”

The Alpha, looking over her and at the two corpses, merely gave a smile to her. “Child. What you did was perfect.” He said, his voice carrying a tone of impressed, and curious. Such a creature as what was now before him he had never seen before.

“But… It didn’t feel perfect. I feel full now, but something else hurts. I don’t know how to explain it. Did… I… did i kill them?”

“Yes, young one.” He kneeled down. “Tell me, what is your name?”

“Princess Chrysalis… where am I? I was sleeping then I woke up in that forest miles away. I don’t know where I am. I just want to go home.” The bug pony said on the verge of tears.

“Chrysalis. Hmm.” The Alpha pondered. “Do you know what your name means?”

“No, but my mom said it was something important to changelings.”

Changeling? Not like sister and her broods. Must be something new Mother made. The Alpha thought. “Well, it means basically, transition. Changing from one to another. So, you tell me you are a princess?”

“That what my mom always called me that since it is me ‘title’ I think she called it. She said that one day if I was good I could become queen one day.”

“And Queen you shall be. But, queen of what?”

“Changelings. What else?”

“Heh. Can I tell you something?” The Alpha asked, lifting Chrysalis up and sitting down then placing her down on his lap.

Chrysalis started to feel a little better in this position. “Uh… sure… I guess. By the way, who are you?”

“I...Don’t really have a name. I just go by Alpha. All my brothers and sisters do, for we are the first of our kind, the fathers and mothers of all the monsters that now roam the earth. That’s where I would like to start off. You see, those two you killed are called humans, there are countless numbers of them...yet only a few hundred or thousand of we monsters. Do you know why?”

“No, why?”

“Somehow, these sacks of meat and blood we monsters were made to consume and feed off of, were given knowledge on how to fight us, a group with less numbers and you’d like to think, calling themselves Hunters, search for us, and kill us. I have no clue how they learned our weaknesses, but they have, and they keep our numbers in check, though, their goal would be our total extinction, leaving this world to them and them alone.”

“Why do they do that? Were living beings too. Don’t the monsters get a say too?”

“No. This world, admittedly, was made for them, but, this world and humanities maker made our mother and many more creatures. He locked them all away...I haven't seen my mother since all the continents were one.”

“But that’s not fair, why are you guys treated that way for just being you?”

“Because we are different. Humans barely stand each other when they are different from one another. Creatures like us, because of this difference, we are hated. It’s unfair in every way. We are stronger, and possess abilities these humans could only dream about...yet they claim to be the ones to own and rule this world.”

“But aren’t there good humans? Just like how your being nice to me?”

“In my experience, the only good humans, are like those over there.” Alpha said. Motioning over to the two bodies getting colder by the second. “Good for nothing more than food.”

“But… why do i still feel bad for hurting them?”

“The first is always the hardest. Was for me too. Bit time has taught me that they will never accept us, they see us as freaks, so, we see them as what they were meant to be to us. Food.”

Chrysalis was silent. She didn’t know what to think. So she just sat there as The alpha held her.

“You are one of us, Chrysalis. After all, what you did, is exactly what we do.”

“Does that mean i have to like it?”

“You learn to quickly. Especially, when it’s a Hunter you kill.”

“...What now?”

“Now, let’s go find my nest. I will have to inform my siblings we have a new commer. I have a sister I am sure would love to see you.” Alpha said as he stood up, carrying Chrysalis like one would carry a newborn. She liked it. He then ran at incredible speed, Chrysalis holding onto Alpha’s arm the entire time. After some time, they reached a cave. Alpha walked deep inside, and soon torches lit the interior as several others like him approached. “Greetings my children.” Alpha said.

“Father.” One of them spoke up. “Who...and what is that?”

“This is Chrysalis. She is...new. No harm is to come to her, understand?”

“Yes.” They all replied without hesitation.

“Good. Now...I will retire to my chambers. Call for me when some fresh meat is caught...and keep one or two alive for Chrysalis here.” With that, the Alpha went even deeper, reaching an area walled off with wood and a makeshift door. Inside this room everything was candle lite, a small fire pit sat in the center, there was a chair, desk, quill with ink and lots of paper, and a bed made of animal hide, hay, and wood. Alpha sat Chrysalis on the bed, and he sat at his desk and began writing.

Chrysalis looked around the room. She found book shelf and picked one at random to see if there was anything interesting for her to read. She found one about different types of monsters. She looked in until she found changelings.

“...What is this?”

Alpha turned around, seeing what she referred to. “A changeling. At least, how my sister and her offspring look. When you said you were a changeling, there were so many differences I was unsure what to think.”

“That is just… creepy.”

“My sister and her young are weak against fire. It kills them instantly. Her children replace human children, taking their form and feeding off the blood and such of the mothers as they sleep, while she feeds off the children.”

“That is messed up, and weak against fire? That is kinda weird since this is how I change.”

Chrysalis demonstrates by transforming into a snake that she saw while walking out of the forest. Then back to her normal form. Green flames covering her entire body changing her however she wished.

Alpha's eyes widened. “Well then, you are something new… Tell me, where...are you from?”

“My mom said we lived in someplace called the badlands. Right next to a country called equestria.”

Never heard of that land before. Badlands can refer to anyplace. Equestria? … “What...do you normally feed on?”

“Love. The emotion I mean, it has the most nutrients and tastes the best. But, when I was down there and I was draining that couple, there was something else I ate. It was by accident, some kind of round orb, I don’t know how i did it, but when I ate it I felt… powerful… like i was eating energy itself. Do you know what that was?”

“If it was pure energy, it was their souls. The only other thing those humans have going for them is that they have these masses of pure energy called souls. The creatures known as demons value them highly. Takes some special magic for anything else to use that power though. Back to this...Equestria. Where did this Love come from? What creature did your kind take it from?”
Where did this love come from? That makes no sense

“Ponies, mostly. Specifically unicorns, Pegasi, and Earth ponies. There is this fourth race called alicorns, but It's not exactly a good idea to take the emotions away from a god or goddess.”

God? Goddess? Ponies? No, Mother couldn’t have made her...I know she told me that there are other worlds out there, locked away behind barriers only an archangel could go through...but can it be? “I see…” Alpha pondered, writing down on the paper yet again. “So, what do you know of these...Alicorns?”

“Not much other then if you value your life just leave them alone. In all seriousness though, I know that if they wanted they can move the sun and moon and can never age after a certain point. That's about all I know.”

Sounds like a God, at least like the egyption ones and such. “I see. How many are there?”

“Two, possibly a third, but that’s only if you want to get religious. I can’t remember who they are exactly, all I know what controls the day and the other controls the night… Can we stop talking about this. I’m not the biggest fan of ponies.” Her expression showed she had much deeper hatred then she let on. She went back to her book to find anything else to get her out of this conversation. Then something caught her eye, there was a special page in the book about a family name. It has already gone through several generations. This confused why this was in a monster book.

“Who are the winchesters? why are they in this book? It says they are just a ordinary human family.”

“They are anything but ordinary in my experience.” Alpha said, dipping his quill in more ink before he continued writing. “Winchesters. No one knows where the name came from, but they have been fighting and killing monsters for as long as we have been hunting humans for food. To kill a Winchester would make you famous. They have a knack for avoiding the Grim Reapers.”

“Wow, what got them so famous?”

“Hunters live short lives if they are not careful. Those Winchesters are something more than your average hunter. They know every weakness of every fanged and clawed beast on this world, and throughout my count, five generations of them growing old and dying, their spawns take over the work of the dead. They know about as much and then some on us as we do. Information is the deadliest weapon Chrysalis. In the wrong hands a simple phrase or even word could spell death for one, or all.”

“Oh…, I think I’m done asking questions for now. Where do I sleep?” She said worryingly.

“I will send someone for some beddings and a basket for you when I leave to deliver this letter. Til then, here.” He said, handing her several blank sheets of paper and a carved piece of charcoal. “Occupy yourself. I believe young enjoy drawing scribbles and such.”

Chrysalis cheered up a little and garbed the paper and charcoal in her magic and started making doodles. Mostly of things like battles and weapons.

Alpha left while she was drawing, telling one of his collectors to collect a large basket and furs for Chrysalis and place them in his room for her. With his speed it was an hour till he reached his sisters hive. She was out, but one of her children took the letter and was to deliver it to her. When he retired Chrysalis was asleep wrapped up in the furs inside the rather well made hand woven basket. It was large, large enough to hold her for a year or two. His eyes spotted her drawings. He noticed something odd right off.

One was of a large pony with wings and a horn, with the sun imprinted on her flank. She also had a spear through her neck. Then another, similar to the first pony, but darker colored with the moon on her flank, her were wings being cut off. Lastly was a smaller pony, with a star of sorts on her flank, her limbs all cut off. “Well now, repressed memories? This just gets more and more interesting.” Alpha said, leaving them where they were before laying down on his own bed. He didn’t need rest, but he enjoyed it. Dreams were something he found joy in.

Author's Notes:

Special thanks to ppg1998 for being my new Co-Writter on this fic. I have been having issues writting for a while and a Co-Writter is just what I have been needing. Go check her out here!

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Well, there.

Chapter 6 Day: "Sunday Dinner"

Every family has their traditions. Humans have a daily one. Dinner. A time to eat and commune with siblings. Angels have something similar. While the name in the human tongue is untranslatable, they’ve nicknamed it “Sunday Dinner” Where every angel in Heaven come together to exchange information, tasks, and some even get promotions. God shows up on occasion, but started this as a way for the angels to stay close to one another. Yet, some use this as an excuse to show off their power.

Despite the risk, Castiel figured this would be the best way for Celestia to meet her family. He stood at the meeting spot. An eternal windy spring day heaven of a young man who died falling off a waterfall.

“These are...all aunts and uncles?” Celestia asked, looking at the seemingly endless horde of angels before her.

“Yes. These are my brothers and sisters, so that’s correct from your perspective Celestia.” Castiel answered.

“They’re all pricks.” Lucifer quipped.

“Agreed.” Gabriel said.

“Language guys, Celestia is right there.” Metatron said.

“Meh.” Was their reply as they sighed, walking into the crowd.

Metatron and Castiel stood close with Celestia, who was shy in speaking with the rather large numbers of family. “How many are here?” She asked.

“We would be here for a while if I gave you the exact number, but there are more angels, here then there are humans on earth.” Metatron replied.

“Are there any others like uncles Lucifer and Gabriel?”

“Probably, but nowhere near as powerful.”

“Lucifer said he was the last of the...Archangels, right?”

“That is true, Arch angels were god’s first children and Lucifer is definitely the youngest. Although, he is far from the weakest.”

“He can rival the first archangel, Michael, in raw strength and power...and it’s shown several times. They don’t get along well.” Castiel said.

“Why?” Celestia asked.

“Lucifer is a...rebel, for lack of a better word. He loves our father, but hates how he gave humans more freedoms than us. Michel follows everything our father says, and didn’t question when god created man and gave them such immense freedoms.”

“I respect father’s decisions, but I do have to agree with lucifer on at least the subject on why we have so limited freedoms at least compared to humans.”

“OH FUCK YOU!” Came Lucifer’s screaming voice as a large explosion came from the distance in the crowd, and in front of the trio, fell a brown haired, green eyes young man who floated back on two feet.

“Really Lucifer?” He spoke, Lucifer appearing in front of him.

“Yes really, Michael. You have your own head so far up-” He stopped himself, seeing Celestia standing nearby. “...This isn’t over.” He said, snapping his fingers and vanishing to elsewhere.

“Well at least he tried to keep his mouth shut.” Metatron said.

Celestia looked a mix of scared and curious at Michael, who then noticed her and kneeled down to meet her at her height. “Well hello there. So you’re the one dad talked about? Our...niece? Right?”

“That’s right. Michael, this is Celestia, Celestia, this is Michael.” Metatron said.

“Celetia. Huh, name fits. So, has my baby brother been a bad influence on her?”

“Surprisingly Lucifer managed to teach her how to fly with her wings.” Castiel informed.

“Really? Well then, glad he’s good for something. Hey, what’s this?” Michael said, reaching behind Celestia's ear...and pulling out a highly reflective metal blade. An angel blade. “Ah, your angel blade.”

“Angel...blade?” Celestia questioned, taking the odd, to her, item.

“Micheal, what are doing?” Metatron said.

“It’s a trick the elderly do with the young on earth, though, usually it’s with a coin...or are you talking about the blade?”

“That first one was interesting to know, but I was referring to the second one.”

“Father told me she had heavenly power in her, and I can feel it too. Properly trained and exercise, she could match Lucifer and I. So it seems fitting she gets her own blade.” He said, then looking back at Celestia. “See this?” He said, pointing to the rune work on the blade and the feather imprint on the handel. “Those runes spell your name. Every angel has a blade with our names on it, and in it, I placed one of my feathers, gives it a little more kick.”

“Wow…” Celestia said, admiring the weapon.

“Rose is going to kill me…” Castiel muttered, knowing she will not approve of Celestia having a weapon.

“Probably Michael too. That woman is probably the only human I’ve ever meet that can scare angels with only words. How did she learn to do that by the way?” Metatron whispered to Castiel.

“No idea, she first did it to me when she realized I didn’t feed Celestia...I didn’t know she needed food like humans do.” Castiel whispered back, a hint of fear in his voice.

“I would like to speak with this Rose.” Michel said, gaining their attention. “Celestia here has power she hasn't even tapped into yet, at all, I feel I should be the one to train her to use it, and to fight.”

“You can try...but she has Lucifer’s respect, so she’s something to fear.” Castiel said, Michael leaving to her Heaven, and Celestia’s home.

Rose hated when she was alone in her heaven. True, it’s everything she wanted, but without Celestia, Castiel, even without Lucifer there, it was just...dull. She sighed, sitting on her rocking chair and looking at the eternal night time that her heaven portrayed the outside as.

“Who knew it was possible to get bored in heaven?” Rose said to herself.

“It happens.” Came a reply that scared her, because she didn’t expect one. When she turned to look, a brown haired, green eyes young man stood at the doorway, dressed in white robes. “Greetings.”

“Oh, hello, I wasn’t expecting anyone new to show up. Who are you?”

“Michael, I believe you are acquainted with my younger brother, Lucifer...I’m so sorry for that.” He chuckled.

“It’s no problem really. Honestly I should get use to you guys appearing behind me by now. As for Lucifer, no doubt he’s a bit of a prick, but he isn’t so bad once you get use to him. At least his heart is in the right place.”

Michael looked at Rose for a time. “Are...we talking about the same Lucifer? Hates humans, would sooner kill you than save you, pretty sure his heart is missing?” Michael asked, shocked someone, a human especially, said that about his rebellious little brother.

“Oh don’t get me wrong he definitely needs to rethink his methods, but I can understand where he’s coming form. I mean how would you feel if your superior gave someone brand new way more special treatment despite the fact you and all your co workers have been working together for years.

“...That’s literally what I went through...but alright. Anyway, didn’t come here to talk God’s reasonings with you, I came to talk about Celestia.”

“Why, just because he’s your father doesn't mean you aren’t allowed to question him. Everyone makes mistakes.”

I can see why Lucifer tolerates her now. Michael thought. “Again, here to talk about Celestia, and training.” He reminded, wanting the topic dropped.

“Training for what?”

“As I am sure you are aware, she possesses a great amount of untapped, and hidden heavenly energy. She absorbs and draws it from heaven, like all angels do, but this is...more. It’s like she naturally creates it within herself. I feel that she should be training to access and use this power as well as begin combat training. I have already given her her own angel blade.”

“YOU GAVE HER A SWORD?!” She shouted much louder than Michael thought was possible for humans.

In that moment, Michael did something he’d never done before...He flinched. “Every angel has them.” He defended. “So do Castiel, Lucifer, Mettaton, it’s a part of us, like her wings or horn. By the way that amulet doesn’t work on me...for some reason?”

“I DON’T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT THAT! YOU DON’T GIVE CHILDREN WEAPONS YOU WINGED DICK MORON!”

“God gave us all out blades the day we were created! I’ve had mine for as long as I’ve lived, and that’s LONG before you hairless apes came along!”

Rose did what no one on heaven or earth has ever had the balls to do. She slapped Michael. And somehow, it hurt, a lot.

He rubbed the spot where she slapped him...looking at her, shocked. “The heck?! That hurt?! What in dad’s true name are you?!?!”

“A responsible parent that cares for her child. Now stop acting like chicken because we are going to be here having a long talk.”

“HAHAHAHA!” Came laughter from the doorway, where Lucifer stood, having watched the whole display. “Oh! I knew there was a reason I liked you!” He said to Rose, still laughing and clutching his sides.

Before Michael could respond. “Lucy! Out!”

“Flower, wilt.” He replied, giving her a sly look. “Look Rose, it pains me to say this, and I mean I would rather fall head first into sharp rocks above a pool of lava hate to say this...but Michael has a point.” He said, gagging. “Oh, that’s new. Ugh!” He gagged again.

“Wait...you...are agreeing...with me?” Michael asked, shocked again twice in the same day.

“Yes. Omph!” Lucifer said, swallowing...whatever was coming up. “Celestia, while it’s slow, is growing up, she’s exploring earth, and she has a physical body. Castiel and I can’t keep track of her every second of every day. She gets hungry, tired, so it’s safe to assume that she can die also. And frankly...I don’t know if she’ll actually end up in heaven or fade out of existence like we angels do upon death. Plus, what if one day that power inside her goes wild? She could tear earth, heaven and the universe apart. It’s best she learns what she can do now rather than later when it’s harder or too late.”

Rose thought about this. Thinking her options over. She then turned to michael. “Fine, you can teach her how to use her power properly. However, you can only train her with her blade with me or Castiel supervising, I do not want my little girl getting hurt.”

Michael felt a new emotion more commonly known as sign of relief.

“But! Let me make one thing clear, this goes for you too Lucy, and any other angel who is taking care of her. If I find out anyone who let my baby girl get hurt. Let’s just say, hell will be taking notes of what I will do them. Understand.”

Both angels gulped, nodding then leaving the room out of a mix of fear and to take a breather. “Damn...Is it weird I found that hot?” Lucifer asked.

“...There is no way she’s just a human to be able to scare both of us like that.”

Back at “Sunday Dinner” once Celestia finally spoke to one of her family members, she turned into a social butterfly. Castiel and Metatron were glad to see her happy.

“Well now, what do we have here?” A tall, dark skinned man asked, walking up to the trio. He was dressed in white robes, and had some sort of gold headdress fashioned like wheat atop his head.

“Greetings Raphael.” Castiel said. “This is Celestia, my daughter and your niece.”

“Raphael, whose body is that?” Metatron asked.

“Oh this thing?” He asked, showing his vessel off. “Just a noble from a rising empire north east of Egypt. Fits we well, he gave up his body to me with pleasure.” He explained. “So, this is Celestia. I’ve heard a lot about you, though, I’m not very impressed with what I am seeing.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Castiel asked, anger in his voice, though, he didn’t know it.

“Well, look at her.” He said, quickly grabbing her illusion necklace and ripping it off, her true form revealed for all to see. “Four legs, oversized wings. What is that? A horn? Hm, must be for stabbing, don’t see any other use for it. Whoever designed her must have been drunk, clearly not fathers work.”

Metatron covered Celestia's ears before she heard all that insulting stuff. Then he saw the look on Castiel's face and also covered her eyes for good measure.

“So what if she is not like the rest of us? She is a creation of a friend of our fathers and was entrusted to me for caretaking and raising.”

“Yes, and from what I heard your first night you were starving her then sought help from a lowly ape for answers.”

“I didn’t know she required sustenance.”

“I’m just going to take Celestia somewhere else to meet some more of her uncles and aunts.” Metatron said reading the danger from the situation. Metatron quickly moved her away from the two. “Come on Celestia this way.”

“Hm, look at you lot. We are worriers, healers, and, that one group of us, matchmakers...hate those cherubs, but we all were created and know what we are to do. Now, you lot are playing house. The scribe of god, the embarrassment of a little brother...and you. Castiel, the one who is a middle child. You were created to fight, then die as cannon fodder when the apocalypse arrives.”

“Hey there Bro.” Gabriel said, appearing next to Raphiel, squeezing his shoulder. “I uh, heard you talking smack about Celestia there.”

“Ah, yes, Gabriel. The cry-” Raphiel didn't get the chance to finish. Gabriel pinned him to the ground, stabbing him in the shoulder with his angel blade, then grabbed Raphiels blade and stabbed it into the other shoulder, pinning him down as he screamed. Then, Gabriel proceed to punch and punch, and punch Raphael till his face was black, blue, and bloody. He then whispered something to him.

“Come near us, especially Celestia ever...I will tear your head off, and shove it so far up your ass it ends up back on your neck. Got it?” Raphael responded by spitting blood in Gabriel’s face. He gave one last punch, knocking Raphiel out cold. He then took out both blades, tossing Raphiels back onto him. “Prick…” Gabriel said.

“That was a tad excessive, don’t you think?” Castiel asked, shocked at the level of brutality Gabriel was apparently capable of.

“...Look, I was planning on running away from all of this before Celestia came here. Brother or not, I will kill anyone who even insults her. If dad wants to ground me or whatever, that’s fine. I’ll still have done the right thing.”

“I...understand. This family...isn’t the best, but with all that I have seen today, even with that display from Raphiel...I believe Celestia might actually make us better. What’s that earth saying...Nothing fixes a marriage like a child?”

Gabriel chickled. “Yeah, sure thing there bro.” He said, patting him on the back. “Well, I’m gonna dump Ralph there into a volcano in what will one day be called America. So, see you in a bit.” He said, touching Raphael's unconscious body and vanishing with it.

Castiel rolled his eyes, though, part of him wanted to see that. He went back into the crowd of his flock, easily finding Celestia and Mettaton. “So, she didn’t hear any of that...or see that?” Castiel asked.

“No were good. She still has her innocence. So how did it turn out?” Metatron replied.

“Surprisingly bloody. I’ve never seen Gabriel do that to anything before. He’s currently dumping Raphiels unconscious body into a volcano somewhere.”

“Wow, sometimes I forget Gabriel is a archangel like Lucifer and Michael.”

“Same, he’s usually such a slacking prankster, but seeing that reminds you that he does have power. Well, so far it’s going well, wonder how Michael is doing convincing Rose to have Celestia be trained. Heh, I’m imagining him being hit by her frying pan over the head.”

“Wait, hold up. When did you get a sense of humor? And did you just laugh?”

“Gabriel has been tutoring me in the art of humor...I am enjoying it greatly.”

“This is getting creepy for me.”

“Sup?” The two looked up, seeing both Michael and Lucifer...walking up to them...side by side.

“Guys, Castiel laughed.”

“Him, laugh? Wow, did armageddon start early?” Lucifer jokes.

“So, why are you two next to each other and not slapping each other across the room?” Castiel asked.

“Surprisingly, Lucifer here helped convince Rose to let me train her...so long as she or Castiel are present to oversee it.” Michael admitted.

“She was harder to convince than you originally thought Michael?” Metatron said with slight smug look on his face.

“...Well...yes…”

“She slapped his face.” Lucifer added, making Michael slump over. “Was the best thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Yeah, that sounds about right.” Castiel confirmed. “Oh, and there was an...issue with Raphiel…”

Michael sighed. “I love the guy...but how he can be so old fashioned I’ll never know.”

“Probably because he keeps his angel blade up his-”

“Language!” Michael, Metatron, and Castiel all yelled simultaneously.

“...Fine.” Lucifer grumbled.

Much later while Castiel, Michael, Gabriel, Celestia, Rose and Lucifer were having a real sunday dinner. Celestia then asked a unexpected question.

“Mom, what does Fuck mean?”

Everyone dropped their utensils. Every angels eyes were now on Rose, who was keeping...a surprisingly scary plain face. “Celie dear, please go to your room.”

“Um...Okay?” She said, getting off her chair and headed to her room, closing the door behind her as she entered her room.

Rose then turned to all them looking like if hell was a person. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I have total control over my own heaven right?”

“Yes that is true.” Castiel answered, earning a glare from the others. “What?”

Chapter 6 Night: Years Going By.

Time is just a way for things to age, grow, die. Three siblings find themselves growing up fast. The fight against evil coming, and where destiny wrote two warriors would face it, three will stand, and they will end it at every turn.

The Colorado winters are harsh most years, snow going feet high, For the Winchesters, a Wendigo was taking out local winter game hunters. Tracking it in the snow is easy, but actually finding it is still the challenge.

“Ah choo!” Luna sneezed. “This snow tickles my nose.” She said, wrinkling her nose. Being alone in the snow covered forest, she took her necklace off. She was much taller than she was three years ago, and her wings grew some.

“Yes it does that, just try to ignore it if you can. I think I got some tissues in my pockets.”

“Thanks Sam.” Luna said, grabbing the Tissue with her magic. It was hard for her to learn it those first few months, but she can safely lift and move anything two hundred pounds or less. Anything over and it becomes taxing on her.

“Alright, everybody got their flare guns and...Bobby, what is that?” John asked, Bobby wielding a propane tank strapped to his back with a welding torch and other parts attached to it with a hose.

“A homemade flamethrower, you would be surprised what parts people just throw out here. This is just in case things go really bad.”

“Looks cool.” Dean said.

“Just don’t burn the forest down Bobby.” John said. “Alright, everyone got their shotguns with the incendiary rounds?”

“Yes.” Luna said, floating up a small sawed off shotgun, her names carved into the grip.

“Got it.” Dean said, pulling out a small, lever action shotgun.

“Yea dad.” Sam said, holding a shotgun similar to Deans.

“Right here.” Bobby replied, a classic wood stock pump action on a strap on his back.

“Great.” John said, his shotgun was all carbon fiber and metal, black, and semi auto. “This Windego’s been here for about five hundred years, or so, if all the research I’ve done is right. Every ten years around Winter. Time we kill this thing and get out of here. Any hunters we find alive in it’s den we bring to the hospital then leave. Can’t have the cops asking us questions we can’t answer.”

“Got it, just give me a signal if things start to get out of hand and this thing should take care of it.”

With a nod, the family hiked up to the most recent attack spot. Once there, they found the Windigo’s tracks easy, but finding it was harder. The Supernaturals greatest hunters. Fast, hard to find, harder to kill, easy to die by them.

Once at the campsite, Bobby watched over Luna, Sam and Dean while John examined the attack markings and searching for drag marks. “Hey uncle Bobby, how did you and dad meet?” Luna asked, moving some tossed supplies aside. “I’ve asked him, but he always just says ‘on the job’.”

“I know John should be the one to tell you this, but I know he probably won’t. It’s a touchy subject for him. There is something you need to know. No one wants to be hunter, it’s often depressing and can get a lot of people you know killed if your not careful. However, everyone gets into this life one way or another. Usually through family.”

“Do you have any family? Aside from me and my brothers I mean?” Luna looked at him with innocent eyes, unknown to the sensitivity of the subject she asked.

Bobby knew this was going to be hard to say, but looking at luna seemed to make it hurt a little less to tell. “I did, but eventually it all fell apart, my mom was a good caring woman, but didn’t have much bravery. My dad… he was a drunk bastard.”

“He was...bad?” Luna asked, confused. “I haven’t met bad people before…” She said, eyes moving back and forth, remembering the few humans she had met. “How...bad was he?”

“He was going to kill my mom if I didn’t stop him. I got the family gun and…” Bobby couldn't finish that sentence, but luna could see the pain in his eyes. Even if he was bastard Bobby still hated having to do that.

Luna gave a hug to her uncle. Even if she only reached up above his knee, Bobby gave a chuckle as he bent down to hug her at her level. “Hey boy’s, come here.” John said, Sam and Dean walking over to their dad. “What’s up?” Dean asked.

“I think I have the trail, which means I guessed right. All the maps I checked of the area have an abandoned mine about a mile or two from here. I’m guessing that that’s where the Windigo made it’s nest. I’ll be heading after it, you two stay here and watch over your sister.”

“You sure you don’t need any help dad?”

“I’ll be fine. Bobby will watch you two, and you two watch Luna.” John said, checking his weapons. “If I’m not back in half an hour, then...you three and Bobby can come see if I’m alright.” John said with a grumble, shaking it off and heading up the mountain side.

“Why does dad always do this? Bring us along until only to send us back to bobby shortly after?”

“He just doesn’t want us to be safe, technically the only one of us who has any experience with monsters is Luna, when she was younger and killed that demon...didn't know it was possible to do that.”

“Neither Did I… what exactly is a demon anyway, did dad ever say what they were exactly?”

“I don’t know really. He didn’t say much, though, I’m pretty sure they’re just a more powerful monster than most others.”

“Alright… race you back?”

“You know it.”

John entered the Windigo’s lair, long dead bones and...fresher ones littered the lining walls. As John reached the backmost of the cave, he saw the Wendigo, distracted by its latest...meal, a teenager, by the looks of it. No older than fifteen. John lifted his shotgun, firing as an incendiary round hit the monster. It roared and John was fast to act, shooting a flare at it as its body became engulfed by the fire and was killed by it.

Nodding at a safe, and quick job done, John readied himself to leave...til in the corner of his eye from the fire of the burning Windigo he saw something...something that made his eyes widen.

John reached Bobby and his kids. “Bobby, I uh...Need your help with something in the Windigo’s den.” John said, acting strange, which Bobby knew was even stranger. “It’s safe now so kids, play in the snow for a while.”

“Really? In that case, hey luna want have a snowball fight?”

“What’s that?” Luna asked as Dean threw a Snowball right into her face. She shook it off, then looked at him with a grin. “Oh, you are going to be so sorry.” She said, her horn lighting up as two dozen snowballs were in her magical grasp. “Run.”

“Oh Crap!” Sam ran as fast as he could in the opposite direction along with Dean while Luna was chasing after them.

“John, have I ever told you sometimes your a idjiot?” Bobby said.

“Later Bobby...you need to see this.” He said, leading Bobby up to the Windigo’s den. Once there, Bobby saw all the corpses...including something that struck close to home. It was a small, pony, bigger than Luna, with only a Horn as far as Bobby could tell, and was half eaten. “It’s just a unicorn...but the body alone tells me this thing must have come from where Luna came from.” John said.

“Wait, a second something just occurred to me, you don’t think any of the more smarter monsters could have found one do you?”

“It's a possibility, which scares me.”

“What do we do this one?”

NightJohn sighed, looking at the corpse and thinking. “...I hate to admit it, but every little bit helps in understanding how Luna works...inside and out. Let’s take notes and photos of what’s left, and you hold on to them, keep them someplace they will never find them. We can compare this to normal horse biology and see if, in case Luna get’s hurt we can do something for her.”

“John… i do not support this, but I can see how that’s a good idea, but if luna finds out just know you aren’t putting that on me.”

“I know. I know she and the boys will find out one day, and she especially will hate me for it, but it’s for her own good that we learn all we can to help her if anything happens.”

“One more thing john.”

“What?”

“Luna asked me how we met, I kinda got side tracked, but I am going to tell her later. However, before I do that, you need to tell her why your doing all this.”

“Doing what exactly?”

“You need to tell her about Marry.”

John took a deep breath. Her name alone was a touchy subject. Bobby knew this, and John knew he knew. “You best be around then, I’ll need at least half a bottle of Whiskey before I even start.”

“No problem, there but you need to be at least somewhat sober to tell her with a straight face.”

“Were you sober when you told me about what happened to your wife?”

“Telling a story like that to your kids is a lot different than between friends.”

“Yeah, it’s harder.” John said, almost slamming a disposable camera against Bobby’s chest as he took out another. “Let’s take some photos and notes then get out of here, I plan on making this corpse unrecognizable then burning this whole place.” John said as he started to take some photos.

“Might as well use that flamethrower later.”

After the hunt was finally finished and the pony corpse destroyed and burned, Bobby rented a seperate room to develop the photos and sort out the notes while John and his kids all sat in a circle of sorts, five bottles of two six packs of beer empty and decorating the bedside tables of the hotel room.

“Rock papers scissors shoot!”

“Sam, Dean, Luna…” John spoke, gaining their attention from their various self entertainments. “Dean...you know this story, it’s time I tell Sam and Luna.”

“Dad?” Dean questioned, looking over at Sam and Dean with worry.

“What story dad?” Sam said looking confused.

“It’s about...Your mother Sam, what happened to her and why I hunt.”

That gained Luna’s attention. “I…” She stopped. It was moments like this that reminded her she was found and raised by her dad and brothers, other than a few years of past, they share nothing more. They aren’t even the same species, and sometimes that stung the most. Luna didn’t know her blood kin, no memories of her mother, father, or is she has any brothers or sisters of her own.

“About several months after you were born Sam, your mother heard you crying, and went to check up on you. Some time later I heard a scream, it was dark, and I entered your Nursery. Everything seemed fine...your mother wasn’t around. I went up to your crip, saw you were fine, and then...something red fell from the ceiling. I looked up...and there she was, pinned to the ceiling like a fan, then...a fire started from behind her, she...I don’t know if she was alive for that or not...but she burned before my eyes. Dean came into the room, and I handed him you and told him to run.

“I Saw you made it out okay and before I left I grabbed a few things, my mind racing as what I just saw was...impossible. I grabbed an...old journal I had since I was about your age Dean, wallet, then when I was leaving the room I...saw a man there, with these...Yellow eyes, they were unnatural. I ran outside and met up with Dean, he was by the car, holding you still.”

Sam was unsure what to feel right then and there. He had a lot of thoughts and emotions going around in his head. Sadness, anger, helplessness, regret and many more. He just stood there. Until he looked over to luna who looked like she was about to cry. Sam’s brotherly instincts kicked in and ignored all other emotions for the moments and went to hug luna.

John saw this and sighed. Sam just heard about what happened to his mother...and went to comfort his little sister. There were lots of times John felt like a failure as both a father and a human being, seeing Sam do this...made him feel a twinge of joy.

The years flew by. Sam and Dean were grown, John was growing old, and Luna, Luna grew. She now stood up to John’s upper chest, without the horn, when her amulet was off and her true form was visible. Her wingspan was an impressive ten feet even across. “Luna, Heads up!” Dean yelled, tossing her a shotgun, which she caught in her aura and fired, shooting the ghoul’s head clean off it’s shoulders and Dean pushed it’s headless body off of himself.

“Really Dean? Head’s up?” Luna asked, walking over to her brother and helping him up.

“Are you really that surprised he came up with that?” Sam said walking over with a rifle in hand.

“Hey shut up alright.” Dean said, dusting off the bits of ghoul off his jacket. “Besides, this is way more fun than those zombie games Luna plays.”

“Resident evil is more for horror than realizm.” Luna grumbled.

“Yeah, sure.”

“I will post that video I have of you playing it, and getting so scared you shot the TV online…” She threatened.

“Where are you even keeping that?!”

“You know luna will never tell. If it makes you feel any better she has something over me too.”

“Yeah, but my clips of Dean are comedy gold.” Luna chuckled.

“I will break the camera of yours.” Dean threatened.

“Ever hear of ‘Online backup’?”

“...Shit!” Dean said, making Sam and Luna laugh. “Yeah, yeah, let’s all laugh at the big brother. Anyway, Ghoul’s dead so let’s head over to Bobby’s for drinks and pizza.”

“Can we make a quick stop on the way?” Luna asked.

“Uh...sure, where?”

“I’ll...tell you when we get there.”

“So Luna had us stop next to a large empty field, then just ran off out of sight?” Dean asked, two hours passed since Luna told them to stop and wait in the car. “What’s even out here that she wanted to stop and visit for two hours?”

“I have no idea. I love luna, but I hate it when she does this, especially in our line of work.”

“I know…” Dean said, taking a heavy sigh as he tapped his fingers against the steering wheel. Sam then counted down from five. Four. Three. Two. One… “Screw it! I’m gonna go see what she’s doing, you coming Sammy?” Dean asked with annoyance in his voice.

“Hold up dean just be little patient. She wouldn’t be doing this without a good reason.”

“Name one good reason anyone would be in an empty feild-” The sound of a whinny came from behind them. The brothers looking behind the car, seeing a man on horseback riding up.

“Hey fellas...what are you doing next to my horse ranch?” He asked.

“Wait, this is a horse ranch?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, why?”

Dean and Sam exchanged a quick look...before their eyes grew wide. “Uh, we just are letting the car rest, damn engine’s been overheating on me so need to stop for a while so I don’t fry it.” Dean lied.

“Ah, well there’s a mechanic in town, look them up when ya get there.”

“Will do!” Dean said, him and Sam faking a smile of thanks. Once he road on off Dean gave Sam a shove. “Dude...you don’t think…?”

“...I’m leaving. I do not want to think about that.”

“Well first off, I’m behind the wheel, and second.” Dean said, taking the keys and shoving them in his pants. “You are coming along, cause if our baby sister is having sex, with a horse for crying out loud, we need to have a talk with her.”

“Fine, by the way, did you hear what you just said? Out of context I mean.”

“...We are never going to live normal lives are we?”

“Nope. I’m pretty sure it was like that even before we met Luna.”

“Alright let’s go.” Dean said, he and Sam getting out of the car they rented with their fake credit cards and hopped the fence and headed further into the ranch. Once they were out of sight of the car there was a large bard a mile or so ahead. “My god...if Luna is...that means.... Oh crap! We’ve driven her ten times to places like this!”

“...As Bobby would say right now we are idjiots.”

“I am so burning all her horse Calendars… Oh that girl is dead.” Dean said as he marched towards the barn, anger fueling his movements.

The two came to the side of the barn. Save for the noises of the horses eating way and neighing, there was no other sounds. “Either she is not a screamer, or...oh god…” Dean thought, needing a drink now.

“Dean I feel like we would hear at least something if she was… doing that.”

“Ah don’t be so sure little brother, I have had some sex where I was the only one making noise...wait a minute…” Dean said, thinking those events over.

“Dean, how about we just go in.”

“YES! TO THE FINISH LINE SEABISCUIT!” Luna’s voice came from inside the barn.

Dean and Same shared one single look of horror. “So...she is a screamer…” Dean said, processing what just was heard.

“Is it normal to be a little sick right now?”

“I...can not answer that, on one hand...she’s a small horse with wings and a horn...on the other...she’s our little sister… Damn it, we can never just have one normal family problem.”

“Uh… do we go now? Or do we… confronter later?”

“...Yeah, let’s just head back to the car...and pretend this never happen-”

“Dean? SAM?!” Luna yelled, hearing them finally from inside the barn.

“...Run?” Dean asked Sam.

“You know what? No, she is our little sis-” Sam started, stopped by a bullet being shot through the barn wall and passed his nose.

“Go away!” Luna yelled as more gunshots were fired.

“Screw that, I’m out!” Dean yelled, running for the car.

“Hey! Don’t leave without me!” Sam said running just behind him.

Dean and Sam made it back to the car...and drove back to the hotel...where they waited in uncomfortable awkwardness until Luna came, she entered with wild hair, her amulet on, appearing human, but once she was in, took it off, showing she was rather dirty on her coat. “Not cool making me walk ten miles back to town…” She grumbled.

“You almost shot us! I would say that deserved some kinda karma.”

“You practically walked in on me having sex!”

“And you never thought to tell us why you made us bring you to those ranches ten times!”

“I don’t ask Dean where he’s going when he is taking cash! You and I both know it’s for beer and strippers!”

“Hey!” Dean said, offended. “...and burgers…”

“Still, you don’t ask family to bring you to strip joint… Which is kinda what a barn is now how you use it.”

Luna looked at her brothers, then, just screamed. “AGH! You don’t get it! Sam, Dean, tell me. What am I?” Luna asked, earning a confused look from the brothers.

“You’re our sister Luna.” Dean spoke first. “But seriously, get a cab for that stuff.”

“I’m with dean on that at least. Were not stopping you from having a sex life, just don’t tag us along to where you do it.”

Luna rolled her eyes. “Okay, let me rephrase the question. Sam, Dean, what grossed you our the most about this, the fact that you were tagged along, or the fact you realized I am having it?”

“...Both.”

“The fact you were...having it…” Dean said, Sam looking at him. “What? You know what, don’t even go there, I picked you up from some nasty one night stands Sammy.”

“What was worse, the fact I am having sex, or I am having sex with horses?” Luna asked.

“...Wait, have you had sex with humans?” Sam asked.

Luna sighed. “No… And It sucks cause I want to!” Luna said, earning a shocked look from her brothers. “Physically horses and...me, are alike in a lot of ways, so, I tried some stuff...but they aren’t as creative as people sex. Dean, you always brag about some kind of kinky shit you do with your hook ups, and I have seen your browser history. WIth horses there’s no...emotion, just a bick cock getting rammed in there and a really messy clean up.”

“Okay first off, gross, second, you mean to tell me you only had us drive you to ranches so you could have sex with horses...cause you can’t have sex with humans?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, the amulet only gives off the illusions so far, I tried once with….well, let’s just say when I found out the illusion didn’t go far enough I knocked the poor guy out.”

“Oh god how did this day go all the way to this point.” Sam getting tired of all this sex talk.

Luna sighed, looking...sad now. “You two...have a chance at having a partner, a family, it’s slim but there’s a chance...me...there’s nothing else like me on this goddamn world. I can’t show anyone what I am cause either other hunters that aren’t as open minded as uncle Bobby or dad might come after me, or the government will be after me… You two have the chance to meet someone...I don’t…”

Just like so many years ago, Sam put aside his own feelings and hugged her sister. Even during this crazy mess. “Oh Luna, I’m sorry.”

“The only future I see for me is...dying on the job, like a hunter...it’s all I can do. No human would ever have me, there’s nothing else like me at all, and what lore dad and uncle Bobby found doesn’t say anything about where I come from or...anything. Just some stupid junk about being able to move the sun or moon and such. Heh, can you imagine, me, moving the sun or moon? I can barely lift a car with my powers, forget a giant ball of fire or rock in the sky.”

Sam got a idea, he wasn’t crazy about it, but he wanted to help her sister. “Uh sis, have you tried using your powers to make the illusions on the amulet more… solid?

“Heh, yeah. When I mess with it it just zapped me, and uncle Bobby and dad said this magic was unlike that of any which or other they’ve ever encountered. Even found a witch when I was with dad hunting them in South Carolina a year ago that said it’s nothing she’s ever seen before...and she was three hundred years old!”

“But, you remember how your powerful to kill a demon which up until that point we all though killing demons was impossible, maybe if you just try to be more… creative with your magic you could get it to work.”

“I...did do one thing.” Luna said, reaching into her backpack, pulling out a bullet...through, it family glowed with her magic aura that came from her horn. “I managed to put some of my magic into a bullet. Not sure if it will take out a demon like I did when I was little, but I think it can at least hurt them.”

“Maybe you can do the same thing with the amulet instead of trying to… reprogram it I guess?”

“What? Like...add more power for the spell in it to use?” She asked.

“Yeah. Maybe the more magic it has the more powerful and potent the spell.”

“Maybe…”

“I mean that thing is how old, the magic has to be running low by now. Maybe it works like a battery powered device like your old game boy. You just need to charge it back to 100%?”

“My game boy takes double A’s but that’s besides the point. But...maybe.” Luna thought.

“Oh just do it already you to.” Dean said, earning a look from his younger siblings.

“...You hold him down, I’ll get the rock salt shells.” Luna said.

“No.”

“You’re no fun.” Luna grumbled.

At stanford University Sam is a grown man and is at a party with his girlfriend, Jess. Right now he is having a conversation someone named Luis at the party.

“Actually I got a interview here monday. Everything goes ok I think I got a shot here.” Sam answered one of his friends, smiles and cheers following them.

“Hey, it’s going to go great.”

“It better.”

“How’s it feel to be the golden boy of your family?”

“Ah, they don’t know.”

“Oh no, that would be gloating! Why not?”

“Because they are not exactly the Bradys”

“And I'm not exactly the Huxtables. More shots?”

“No. No.” Sam and Jess said in Unison. Luis shrugged, getting up and heading to the bar anyways.

“No, seriously. I'm proud of you. And you're gonna knock 'em dead on Monday and you're gonna get that full ride. I know it.” Jess told Sam, pride and something a little more in her eyes.

“What would I do without you?” Sam questioned.

“Crash and burn.” She joked, pulling Sam into a kiss.

Later that night Sam and Jess were in bed asleep, until Sam’s hunter instincts kick in when he heard a noise. Quickly, and without waking Jess, Sam entered his living room.

It was here, Luna crouched. Having removed her amulet, even with her horn at a rather long length, it was still easier to hid this way. Once her brother's back was turned, she pounced, and pinned him down with a swift kick to the back of his knees. “Getting rusty big brother?” She asked, Sam’s eyes widening at the realization of his intruder.

“Luna? You scared the crap out of me.”

“Funny, still don’t smell any.” She joked, jumping off of him and putting her Amulet on. Like her, the illusion of the human woman it portrayed her as changed. Her hair was a dyed sky blue, like when she was younger, and her clothes were a tank top with cargo pants and boots on. She then went up and hugged him. “It’s good to see you big bro.”

“It’s good to see you too.” This was followed with him getting his arm around her neck and then threw her over his shoulder landing on her back and was pinned down. “What was that about me being out of practice?”

“Hey Luna, I found the beer-” Dean walked in, seeing Sam pinning Luna down. “Wow Sammy, all these years later and know you finally managed to beat her in a wrestle match.”

“Shut up dean. Now what are you two doing here?” He pulled Luna backup.

“Sam?” Sam, Dean and Luna all turned to the hallway, as lights now came on and Jess stood there next to the switch. “Sam...who are these people?”

“Oh, uh, Jess, this is Dean and Luna. Luna, Dean, this is my girlfriend jess.”

“Girlfriend huh?” Dean asked, walking up and shaking Jess’s hand. “Yeah...how?”

Luna swatted the back of Dean’s head. “Excuse my brother Dean, he’s a perv. Word of advice, bleach that hand.”

“Hey!” Dean said, highly offended as he cracked open and drank one of the beers from Sam’s fridge.

Jess giggles a little at that remark and Sam then puts his arm around Jess. “Alright now that is out of the way, what are you two doing here?”

“Dad hasn't come back from a road trip yet.” Dean said, chugging the last of the bottle.

“So he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later.”

“Let me clarify.” Luna said, putting a hand on Sam’s shoulder and looking him dead in the eyes, her expression serious. “Dad’s been on a Hunting trip...and he’s not back yet.”

Sam’s expression didn’t change, but sam was starting to get scared. “Jess excuse us. We have to go outside.”

“Oh...um, alright?” She said, Sam almost pulling Dean and Luna with him. Once outside the front door, Jess huffed, heading back to bed.

Sam gets dressed a bit better and the three of them all go outside. Not even 10 seconds out the door and Sam and Dean are already in a disagreement. “I mean, come on. You can't just break in, middle of the night, and expect me to hit the road with you.”

“You're not hearing me, Sammy. Dad's missing. We need you to help me find him.” Dean explained.

“You remember the poltergeist in Amherst? Or the Devil's Gates in Clifton? He was missing then, too. He's always missing, and he's always fine.” Sam countered.

“Not this time Sam.” Luna cut in. “Something just feels...off. When dad left, he left Dean the keys to the Impala. That’s one sign something is up, you know dad never let’s any of us drive it without him there...especially me...you hit one tree and it’s keys gone forever.”

“Luna, it literally took a year to fix it. That was with the help of both Bobby, Dad, and a real mechanic.” Sam countered.

“Bah! That’s besides the point. Dad did something else. He said Goodbye. When has he ever said that before leaving for a hunt?”

“...Never.” Sam starting to realize the situation.

“Exactly, that’s what got us worried.” Dean said. “Look Sammy, it’s just a quick drive up to where dad is, and if we find him and he’s alright and tells us to get the fuck out of there… I’ll lend you the Impala while Dad’s letting me drive it.”

“...Fine, I just got to tell Jess where I’m going first”

Sam went back up in the house.

Sam explained to Jess what was happening and began packing, Jess not fully understanding it. “So...you have the interview in like, a few days, and you are going on a cross country trip with your brother and sister?” She argued/questioned.

“It’s not a cross country trip. We are just going to check up at our old cabin for our dad. This isn’t the first time this has happened.”

“Really, they seem pretty worried about him?” Jess questioned.

“Yea, this time is a little different then normal, but I promise i’ll back in time.”

“Hmm...Promise?”

“I promise.” He held her hands.

“...Alright, just don’t come back too late. Last thing you need is less sleep and practice before the interview.”

On the road, Sam sat Passenger to Dean who was driving, and Luna sat in the back...listening to some of her own personal songs on an Ipod she acquired long ago. “Can’t believe Luna would rather listen to that crap over the classics.” Dean said, putting in a Metallica cassette.

“Hey, Panic at the Disco isn’t that bad.” Sam said.

“Anything from after the the year two thousand is garbage.” Dean muttered.

“What about that one song from… papa roach, I think it’s called last resort.” Sam countered.

Dean ignored Sam’s attempt, hitting pause on the tap then setting the volume up to the max. “This auta gain her attention.” He said, hitting play as the speakers sudden base and volume both shook the Impala, and made Luna jump in her seat, falling over and onto the Impala's floor. Dean laughed while Luna got herself back up and began swatting him with her Ipod.

“ASSHOLE!” She yelled, somehow over the loud volume. Dean still just laughed while Sam...missed things like this. He had missed them and didn’t know why.

Soon they reached a bridge where they heard about someone getting brutally murdered. Dean handed Sam an old fake badge and Luna put her Amulet on and the trio headed out to speak with the local police.

“YOU FIND ANYTHING?!” One of the police officers said to his men down below.

“NO! NOTHING!” The police officer on the bridge was not having a good day. Once he saw several agents walking down he had a feeling it was going to get worse.

“Evening officers.” Luna said, taking the lead given Dean’s...tougher approach to police. She showed her ‘badge’ and Sam and Dean did the same.

“And who are you three?” The cop said.

“I’m agent McAren.” Luna said. “That’s agent’s Beavis,” She motioned to Sam. “And Nate.”

“Aren’t you three a little young to be marshals?”

“Kind of you.” Dean said, walking over and checking out the car. “You boys had something like this last month?”

“Yeah, that's right. About a mile up the road. There've been others before that.” The cop pointed down the road.

“Alright we will take a look.” Sam said.

The trio went back into the impala, driving to the local library where Sam went to do some local history work while Dean and Luna went to the local motel for a room. “Room please.” Dean said, handing over a fake credit card.

“Something special?” The desk lady asked.

“Pardon?”

“You and punk rock over there.”

“That’s my sister.”

“Oh, my bad!”

“If I had a dollar for every time that’s happened.” Luna grumbled.

“Oh, are you having a family reunion?” The clerk asked.

“Perdon again?” Dean asked.

“There was another guy, Burt Aframian, rented a room for a week.”

Sam and Luna looked at one another before asking for a spare key to check it out.

Meanwhile, Sam was in the library looking up information on the past murders along the highway. He was having a bit of trouble trying to find what he was looking for other than just a suicide. She did managed to find the girl who’s kids drowned in the tub, but not where she was buried.

“She isn’t anywhere that thing can tell you.”

“Huh?!”

Standing behind him was a grown woman with moss green dyed hair dressed in black. She was smoking a cigarette as she looked at him. For whatever reason, sam got a bad feeling about her.

“I’m sorry what?”

“The body of that girl wasn’t put anywhere traditional. If I were you I would check out the house.”

“Uh… what are you talking about and who are you.”

“Who I am doesn’t matter, just take the tip.”

Before He even had chance to respond she turned around and walked out the door of the building. Sam quickly followed, but as soon as he did she vanished. In broad daylight no less.

‘What the hell was that about?’

Back at the Hotel, Luna and Dean were searching though the research and such their father left behind in his room. “Dad figured it out.” Luna said.

“What?” Dean asked, looking up from their fathers journal.

“A woman in white.”

“A...what?”

“A woman in white, the ghost of a married woman who went mad and now haunts unfaithful to kill.”

“So all the vics were being unloyal to their girls, and then ghost bride here finds them and kills them.”

“Yes.”

“Well great, I’ll go see if Sam can find a grave or something and lets burn the bitch.” Dean said, getting up and leaving. Luna kept looking at the photos and old news paper files.

She then heard her phone go off, seeing it was Dean. “Dean? You just left what’s up?”

”You uh, best scram, it’s the Five-O.” Her brother said before quickly hanging up.

“Crap!” Luna said, heading for the bathroom. Thankfully, there was a window and she crawled out with ease. She then ran, making sure her amulet’s strings were tight as she did.

She ran back to the library, and passed many people… She then felt this...familiarity. It made her stop and turn around, and looking back at her, was a woman with moss green dyed hair and green eyes, wearing a black dress with some holes in the leggings.

The two looked at one another for a time, before the mystery woman turned around and began walking away. “Hey, wait!” Luna called out, chasing after her.

The lady turned around. “Uh, do I know you?”

“Um...well, no… but...Damn it, it feels like I know you. Something about you just...seems familiar.”

“I’m sorry, but i haven't seen you before in my life. My name is Chrissy.”

“Luna.” Luna replied. “Damn it, there’s something about you that’s familiar.”

“Hmm, Tell you what, I have some free time later. Here is where I am staying.” She writes down a address and room number to a hotel near the town. “Feel free to stop by anytime when you have the time, I don’t sleep much. I also imagine you have more important things to do right now.”

“Uh, yeah, sorta… Chrissy….Chrisa….Chrys...Is your full name Chrysalis?” Luna asked, that name appearing in her mind from memories forgotten.

“What kind of name is that? Isn’t that what some bugs do?”

“Yeah but...Never mind, must have played too much Resident Evil 4 last night.”

“Oh you like video games too. I prefer games that more of focus on story myself. Online is too… chaotic for me.”

“Heh, I play them all. I really like Doom 3...for personal reasons.”

“Oh I remember that one, it didn’t seem that bad to me, not great, but fine.”

“Yeah, heh, maybe we can team up on a game or something, well later.” Luna said, turning around, but stopping before she walked. “Oh, and if you like to go fast on the first date~ I’ll bring the dog collars.” With that, Luna left. Ever since she finally managed to get her amulet illusion to feel more solid, he sex like has gotten… Creative.

Chrysalis smiled when she was out of her sight. ‘Well that turned out better than I thought. Hehe, and she thinks she will be on top tonight.’

It wasn't long till Luna got to the library and told Sam what was happening.

Getting Dean out of jail was tricky, but, doable. Once Luna learned to channel her magic into material items, she began experimenting with herbs and such with magical properties. Some Mana charged lavender in the air vents knocked the whole station into a deep sleep. Sadly though,Dean was also affected, so Sam and Luna we're dragging his unconscious body out. “Damn, did Dean gain weight?” Luna huffed.

Sam got the car back from the police and then called Luna. “So, cops found out again?”

“No, picked up the file. They caught Dean on his card being canceled and branded fake, and were now suspecting him and dad of being religious serial killers.”

“Can’t blame them for going with the most logical conclusion.”

“Bright side, got Dad’s journal back and sadly, learned her body was never found...so, that leaves one thing.”

“I know where she is. The body I mean.”

“What? How?”

“Some random person gave me a tip. Might have been another hunter, she seemed to know her stuff.”

“Huh, handy. Well then let’s go burn a body.”

“That’s the thing, It’s not like in the backyard or anything. She was kinda vague about it, but it sounded like it wasn’t anywhere we would normally look. She recommend we check the house.”

“Huh, well guess it’s our best shot.”

“Alright, wait where are you, I’ll pick you and dean up.”

Thankfully the ghost’s old home was easy to find. The address was in the old police reports from the library

“So, where in or around the house do you think she is buried? There are a lot of trees around here Sam.” Luna asked, her short barrel shotgun in grip loaded with a mix of rock salt rounds and her mana infused ones.

“Well only one way to find out, lets start looking. Come on let’s go you two.” Sam gets out pistol with the same kind of ammunition.

The two exited the car, creeping towards the house as they stepped up the the decaying porch. “So...How’d you and your girlfriend meet?” Luna asked as they each took a step.

“...Is now really the time?”

“We’ve talked about way more stranger things on hunts way more dangerous. Remember when you asked me how my date went the night we hunted that Lamia down in Mississippi?”

“That was Dean that asked you that question, but yea I remember.”

“It’s just...It’s been a while since we last hung out and talked about stuff. Dean thinks this will get you back into hunting, but we both know after this it’s back to school with your nerdy ass.” Luna chuckled.

“Hey!” Dean said. “Remind me while I tell you shit again?” Dean asked, walking back from the Impala’s trunk with some more ammo and his sawed off.

“Alright Fine I’ll Tell you… I met her through a mutual friend, we fell for each other real fast and since then we just...stayed together.”

“Daw, Big Brother finally grew his testes.” Luna chimed, earning a playful shove from Sam. “Hehe, alright, alright. I am happy for you Sam. I’m sure things will work out for you, just, remember to keep a safe room when what lurks in the dark comes out for a bite,”

“Heh, guess I will.”

With the Woman in white dealt with Luna headed over to the room Chrissy was. It was way outside of town, further than she knew the town reached. She borrowed a car and drove right up to her room. There were a few other cars around, lights in all but one of the rooms was off. Hers.

As she got out of the car Luna saw the hotel door open and there she stood at. She was dressed in some pijamas, and I saw Salt at her doorway. “You’re a Hunter?” Luna asked.

“Of sorts.” She answered.

“Huh, that explains some things.” As Luna entered the room she saw some of the usual Hunter items. Guns, knives, holy water, rock salt shotgun shells, a shotgun, a few lore books, and a laptop. “And ‘of sorts’ means?” I asked.

“Like Hunters I Grew up knowing the Supernatural, but I prefer… research, over active hunting.”

“Research?”

“Yes, things like habitats, diets, weaknesses, all that. Lore books held most answers but are often vague and… hard to come by.”

“Fair enough.” Luna said. “So, just who are you anyway, and why do you look so fra-”

Bzzt. Bzzt.

“Heh, sorry, must be my brother Dean.” Luna said, picking up the phone. Rather than the call she expected, it was a simple text. A text that...froze her blood.

From: Dean.

Luna! Sam’s dorm caught fire, Jessica is dead...it was THE demon. The one dad has been hunting all these years. Sam way it killed mom it killed Jess. Come back to Sam’s college quick...Sammy’s...not right, not himself.

“Crap!” Luna yelped, quickly putting the phone away. “Got to go, another time maybe!” She quickly said before running out of the room and driving off. Sam...please don’t go over the edge. Luna thought while she sped down the road.

Chapter 6 Shadows: Not Alone?

It was good to be king. Crowley thought. Underlings to do his bidding, 75% of all deals were his and Sombra’s. His favorite drink from his mortal years was still made, and held it's pleasing taste. While as a demon, mortal food tasted vastly different, good beer and alcohol somehow still tasted right. He had a new vessel, the old one felt worn and he acquired the body of a younger, rather charming professor. Younger compared to his old meat suit anyway. He considered it a bonus. The mad made a deal years back for his intelligence to get he where he was before his debt was collected. A stupid thing really. Went down in history, but it was all a lie. In truth, the man named Einstein was as dumb as they came before he made the deal.

Not that it mattered now, in life his hell was his stupidity, and so it is again in death. In hell. It’s strange really the things humans sell their souls for, but who was Crowley to judge that. He sold his for three more inches on his pecker.

It was a slow day, no souls were due to be collected, no reports of deals being made came in, and Sombra was in his usual place these days. His library. Over the years after learning to use his unique magic to write after learning to read, he got into the habit of stealing from libraries from all over america, as well as the world. His abilities to step into and move through shadows was helpful in getting past wardings, locks, everything. Salt didn’t affect him. Holy water did, but not as bad as it did to demons. After world war one ended many years back, Sombra made himself a little bunker in Europe. Warded so only demons could enter, and only through smoking,or his shadow ability. Though, Sombra gave Crowley a key so leaving his body to enter could be avoided.

Crowley was a demon, who had a soft spot for a demonic unicorn that Ramzi herself cared for rather than killed. As instructed, he did occasionally report any new findings to the kennel keeper, but these days that was slow, and the Keeper seemed to have already lost interest. All in all, life became a tad stale with the lack of current events. Current events Crowley cared for anyway.

The only thing Crowley seemed to care for these days was some companionship. Physical at least. It was a optional treat as a demon, but felt just as rewarding as when human. Some demons held onto their lust from their mortal years, fact is most rapes are committed by demons.

Crowley sighed, his mind wandering to everything but something interesting. To his right, was a demon in the body of a lawyer. Devin, his name was. “Devin, has anything new come from hell?”

“No sir.” Devin replied. “Hell has been rather quiet as of late.”

“Really?” Crowley said, finding that a tad off. “How so?”

“Not sure. All I know is that last contact with anyone from hell was distracted sounding. Like a big plan was in the works. Think they mentioned Azazel but I’m not too sure.”

“Azazel? Huh, something must be going on if he was mentioned.” Crowley thought, tossing it to the side for now. “Has Sombra come out of his little library yet?”

“No sir, he has isolated himself in there for a few days now.”

“Odd. Wonder what’s bugging him.” Crowley thought, warping to his “son’s” library. Using his Key to open the door, Crowley entered, and inside he spotted Sombra. Books stacked high to the ceiling dust kept out and only lit by candle light. Sombra prefered Candle light over light bulbs. Sombra was looking into books on lore, something not many demons did unless needed. The books he held though, we're different. They came from Hell’s Library. Perhaps one of the oldest collections of lore, all texts written when said information was discovered and learned. Exact copies were all that left that library. Crowley was about to speak, until he spotted the name written on the copy of the Ancient Text. “Ceratias equitum dictus. Ut ubi et quomodo, et venabuntur eos.” Translated, it means, “The 'Horned Horse. Such as where and how, and they shall hunt them.” An old book from when Latin was the only language. A book on how to hunt for Unicorns. “Oh bugger Sombra.”

“But where are they?” He muttered, flipping through the pages.

“Look, literally no one, no hunters, demons, or the oldest fart monsters have seen a unicorn, since Rome fell.”

“They can’t have just disappeared, I’m still here for crying out loud.”

“You were found in Hell Sombra, in Ramzi's cage, sucking on her tit! Plus, last time I knew, Unicorns were...Taller, less dark and their horns didn’t look like my old penis made from crystal.”

That made Sombra glare back at Crowley. “There is no records even in Hell’s Library about them just… They just vanished.”

“Or went extinct.”

“Then explain me.”

“Touche.” Crowley sighed. “Look, no one in Hell even knows how you appeared there, most popular theory is that you just...popped out of the bitch.”

“That’s not what I remember…”

“Wait...you...remember?”

“Vaguely. I remember snow. Lots and lots of snow...then… A city, made from crystals… then...this blue heart, a painful, burning light and then… then I remember…”

“Sucking on Ramzi’s tit?”

“Yeah...that.” Sombra grunted. “It infuriates me how little I can recall.”

“Maybe you came from somewhere in the north, or south?”

“Yeah, cause I’m a byproduct of reindeer inbreeding from old saint Nick.” Sombra said sarcastically.

“I’m serious Sombra.” Crowley said, walking up to the ash coated unicorn and taking a seat on a smaller pile of books near him. “If you remember snow and a city of crystals the only likely place would be the poles, or Greenland. God I hate Greenland.”

“Why?”

“A story for another time.” Crowley brushed it off. “Look, how about I send some goons to explore the unexplored areas and if they find anything they will bring it to us. Hows that sound?”

“I guess…”

“Come on, let’s go trip some old people.”

“...Dibs on the first hag!”

Adam, an ironic name for a demon. But, he was too lacking in originality to come up with anything interesting. When he became a demon he was immediately assigned to be a grunt of Crowley and Sombra, the king and prince of the crossroads. It wasn’t hard work, but it was tedious. Like now, searching all of Greenland's forests for something at least akin in appearance to Sombra. He felt it was a feel-good mission. Sickening. Adam searched for three days already, day and night. The cold was bad, even with a vessel completely covered in insulating clothing, it took more of his demonic energy than he liked to keep it from freezing still.

Greenland, most backwards name for a frozen wasteland he’d ever heard. As he trailed through the woods he was suddenly attacked, or so he thought. A light, so bright, so hot, it burned through his vessels clothing, body, directly harming him. Quickly, he took cover behind a large tree, the light stinging him, but not nearly as bad as it was. It lasted for several moments, then stopped.

Carefully, Adam looked around the side of the tree. There, where the light came from, rested… “Holy shit… I am SO getting a promotion!”

“Why did you call me here?” Crowley asked his grunts. “I call you for things, you calling me for something is not how this goes.”

“Forgive us, Crowley, sir, but… Adam, found something.” Devin said, motioning to the ironically named demon.

Crowley looked impressed. “Really? And, what did you find?”

Adam dropped the sack he held over his shoulder. When he opened it, a frightened, small… Pegasus tried hiding herself under her own pink mane. Her coat was almost butter yellow. She was young. Far younger than Sombra, he didn’t look like that since he was physically eight or so. “You found one, I’m...impressed.”

“Thank you sir.” Adam said with pride.

“Take five… I’ll get Sombra and inform you of our next move.” Crowley said carefully, surprised at the drastic differences between the young filly before him and Sombra when he was given to him. While Sombra was a near rabid, violent foal, this one is scared, appropriate, but still. His grunts nodded, warping out of the room as Crowley looked the small filly over. “Well now, who are you...and more importantly...where did you come from?”

The young filly just whimpered, and Crowley smelled something he knew well, even as all these years as a demon. “You...just peed yourself…” Crowley sighed, suppressing a laugh. “Not surprising… Sombra, come here.”

At that, Sombra appeared from the shadows in the far most corner of the room. “Yes Cro-” Sombra stopped dead in his tracks. Upon seeing the small foal. He froze. Never had he seen something like him before… Never.

“I’ll leave you two alone for now.” Crowley said, warping immediately yo speak with his grunts.

The Filly and Crowley stared at one another for a time. The young one seeming to ease up a bit at Crowley’s leaving, but still a bit fearful of Sombra. Sombra had no words. He didn’t know if he even spoke or knew the language something of his own kind spoke. He’d only known the languages of old, modern english, and hell hound. All earth languages, and beast, in a way, but of a being from his own home. Never. The concept of a lack of communication filled Sombra with a mix of dread and anxiety. Reguardness, there was one thing he was certain he wanted to tell this young filly. “You should...be cleaned up.” Sombra said, the filly, to his shock, seemed to understand as she blushed, likely from realising her own accident from just earlier. “You can understand me...good, good. Let me, uh...follow me to the washroom.”

Hesitantly, the little pegasus began to climb out of the urine soaked bag, following Sombra down the dark and dusty hallways. Sombra kept a look behind him, seeing the timid young one seemed scared of everything around her. Reasonable, she must have more memories of her home...where Sombra came from. A short walk lead them towards the washroom. It wa a simple room. Only Sombra really used it as Demons used their energy to keep their vessels healthy and clean, even from decay if the vessel is that of a dead human.

The washroom was a haphazardly made shower, made for Sombra specifically to use with hooves, though he used his magic for just about everything, it was something Crowley had made anyway, in case Sombra was for whatever reason unable to use his horn. Thankfully, it seemed this filly would be tall enough to turn the knobs. “The, uh, right one is for hot water, left for cold, and there’s soap on the sink.” Sombra explained, showing the lowered sink, next to a Japanese floor toilet installed to make such expected tasks easier rather than a human’s toilet. “I’ll be...waiting here, alright?”

”T-th-Thank you.”

If not for the dead silence within the halls, Sombra would never have heard the near mute whisper of his first contact with his own kind. Slowly, she walked into the washroom and Sombra closed the door for her, making sure it’s one, dim, yet working light bulb was on, the dim light made the room brighter, but not by that much, just enough for the unlucky draw of the demon who luck hated for picking the ticket to clean the washroom once a week. Sombra usually made sure the night before me would make it a mess. There was no reasoning behind that action, it was all for his fun and their annoyance. Once he heard the water begin to run he took a large exhale, releasing breath he didn't know he was holding onto. Dear god...I’m… I’m not alone.” Sombra restricted the urge to laugh madly, for years, his whole life, he was the only one of his kind...now, he wasn’t. “I’m...not alone.” He whispered, allowing tears to flow freely in his silent cries of joy, and happiness.

Chapter 7 Day: Why... Why God?

A lot can happen in a single year. A single year of events so fast moving, so unseen, it shook heaven to its core and broke it. Lucifer, for all his promise of redemption, of change. Failed. T was discovered he was crafting life, creatures of...unholy abilities, and word has it he was seen in heaven...consuming Rose’s soul. The Mother Celestia grew up with and loved. Gone. Forever.

Celestia spent her days among the clouds, this broke Gabriel, and he left, vanishing without so much as a goodbye. Michel stayed distant, feeling emotions was new to him, and pain. Pain of this grand betrayal and heartache of seeing Celestia so torn apart, he’d prefer to be emotionless to that. Metatron kept to his work, then when it was finished, vanished as well without so much as a goodbye. Only Castiel remained with Celestia. The filly now, physically, thirteen or so. The only family she’d ever known was now falling apart. No, it fell apart. SHattered upon hitting the ground and the pieces were too many to put together.

Castiel’s duty was to watch over Celestia, and so, he did. Keeping near here for comfort, for food, to remind her of her...bodily needs. Force her to eat when needed. Emotions where not well known to Castiel, but he knew what it felt to fail as a parent. Rose gave him some insight, and now, he had his own first hand experience. God told him once, Experience makes you stronger. If that were true, what strength can be pulled from this?

“Daddy?” Celestia spoke.

“Yes?” Castiel replied. This was her first real words in almost ten years. To humans, that’s something to praise, to beings as ageless as her, and angels, It’s like not speaking for a day. Either way, Castiel was glad to hear her voice, no matter how sad it was.

“What did you do...before I came along?”

“Honestly? Not much. Make sure the souls of heaven where well kept, their own personal heavens not failing to keep them happy. It was mostly just walking around and checking up on all the souls every now and then.”

“So...you’re happy...I came along?”

It was a simply answered question, but one that can spur a bad reaction if answered the wrong way. “At first, I thought of it as another task. Rose, the others… We call each other brothers, sisters, we know each other so very well, but you, and Rose… We called ourselves a family, but you two showed me what a real family is like. Even with all that’s happened...I’d change nothing.”

“What did...uncle Lucifer used to do?”

Castiel about winced. He caught that, finding that both new and strange. “Lucifer was an archangel, like Michael… Raphael… and Gabriel. The strongest, the first ones.”

“Now two are gone…”

“...Yes…”

“Hmm… They all used to say I could be as strong as them. Maybe stronger. Can I become one? An archangel?”

“I...don’t know. Perhaps. You’d have to speak with God I suppose.”

“I see…” Celestia said, standing up, and walking off. “Will...you join me? There’s two slots open.”

“I’m not made for that. I was a simple foot soldier, I’ll support you, help you until you need...stronger opponents.”

“Thank you daddy. At least...you will always be with me.”

“Of course. You are my daughter, after all.”

“So, what’s the job?” Celestia asked. It’s been countless years since she trained and became the newest archangel, her first job, help her father resurrect then communicate with a special human.

“Dragging Dean Winchester out of hell and bringing him back to life.” Castiel said, failing to hide some joy in his voice.

“Why do you seem happy?”

“This is our first mission together since you became an archangel. I am a mix of proud and excited.”

Celestia chuckled. “Fair enough dad.”

“I miss when you’d call me daddy.”

“Don’t we have a Winchester to drag out of hell.”

“Yeah… So, you wanna kill the demons while I drag him out?”

“Yeah. I could use some good practice.”

Author's Notes:

Very short chapter I know, been having issues with all my other stories and I have been neglecting witting lately. I blame Dark Souls, but, I beat it and will try and stave off Dark Souls 2 as much as possible.

Chapter 7 Night: Wendigos Part 1

.Luna was in the backseat, as always. She was playing her gameboy that she’s had since she was little and had quite the selection of games that she kept at Bobby’s when she and her brothers where on the road. Dean was driving, as usual, and she noticed Sam having a nightmare. She hated when they had nightmares. Made her feel like she could do something about it, but she didn’t know how. So, she settled for shaking him awake. Something that always worked. “Sam, Sam!” She yelled softly, waking her brother.

“Hem, huh? What, I’m up, i’m up.” He said, shaking off his Nightmare filled fears and tiredness.

“You where having a nightmare.” Luna said.

“Uh, yeah...yeah…” Sam said with a sigh.

“It was Jessica...wasn't it?”

“...Yeah… Just… I just wanna find the son of a bitch that killed her and get back to…”

“Back to…?” Luna prodded.

“Back to at least trying to be normal. I love you sis, and Dean but… I was out. I could sleep without fearing something was gonna shake me in my sleep. Without having to bless every bottle of water I bought. Without having to waste salt on the doorways, windows and around my bed and just use it for cooking and meals! It was… nice.”

“Well can’t lie, sounds nice.” Dean spoke up. “Apple Pie kind of life. If it was me, I’d be like you, well, no college. I’d have my own garage, work on the classic cars. Restore them, charge up the ass for parts and services. Have a nice girl, maybe, MAYBE, a kid or two, and road trips like this, just for the heck of it.”

“If I could have a normal life, I guess I’d work with technology.” Luna spoke. “Maybe Data entry or in the media, testing new games or working with the camera’s to movies, t.v. shows, heck, even minute long commercials. So long as I’m with tech and wires, I’d be happy.”

“So I guess we all admit if you had the chance, you’d live normal lives.” Sam sighed. “I just wanna get back to mine.”

“Well… I guess if it suits you, it suits you.” Dean said. “I stick with this cause A, it’s the family business, and B, I like helping people. So, while you’re with us, what’s this town called again?”

“Un, right.” Sam said, pulling out a map and a notebook. “Blackwater Ridge, large mountain forest filed place in Colorado. Nothing special from initial impression, well received camping ground hotspot, even during the winter. So, what should we look for in terms of finding dad here?”

“I dunno. Last town we nearly got arrested, plus it’s odd dad left so much of his stuff there.” Luna pointed out. “Even his journal. I think he could have only taken his weapons.”

“Yeah, and that’s worrying.” Dean said. “I know every monster in the book would want a shot at dad but what would make hims drop almost everything to hightail it out of there?”

“Demon maybe?” Sam added.

“Hm, possible. We’ve exercised a lot of demons in the past, if any managed to crawl back out of that flaming pit I can see them wanting a shot at dad, with backup.”

“Well, lets hope when this is all over dad will be alright.” Luna said.

“Yeah, he’s been helping you with your...unique abilities.”

“Wait, Dad has been helping Luna train her magic?” Sam asked, surprised.

“Yeah. Back when she was little, a demon broke into the hotel room and tried to steal her, but she freaked out, horn lit up and crushed it’s body, but when Bobby got a loot at it, the demon itself was dead too.” Dean spoke.

“Wait, Luna can kill demons?”

“Seems so.” Luna said. “Pushing out that much magic gives me a headache, but Dad learned from a witch we hunted back in Alabama that we can store my unique magic inside objects. Mainly, bullets and Knives.”

“Wow. How many can you make at once?”

“So far just a bullet a day, and only small knives… pocket knives. Bobby says it’s cause my magic is nothing like what Witches and demons use, so it’s uncharted territory in terms of knowledge.”

“Oh. How many do you have?”

“Six. Two for each.” Dean said. “Luna keeps two in her favorite revolver, I keep two the very end of my handgun, and the last two are shotgun slugs, so you can take that and the double barrel in case.”

“Wow, you love that thing.”

“Yeah but I got a spare just in case. “

Once arrived, Dean, Sam and Luna stopped at the local ranger station to gain intel. Some campers went missing and the sister of one of them, despite it being a day and the paperwork was all in order. When talking with the sister Luna got more out of her than Sam and Dean did, sisters thing they suspected. After some research they did on the abnormality in the inhumanly fast shadow in the background of a video call sent by her brother the night before he suspectedly vanished.

“Demon, maybe?” Luna threw out.

“Doubt it, demons make deals, not outright murder.” Sam said.

“Not if they were bound to the land by a witch or something?”

“Is that where the case this thing would show up everytime a camper entered those woods, not every so many years.”

“Hey, check this out.” Dean said, bringing his laptop to Luna and Sam’s attention. “Last attack reported of this thing left one survivor, a kid at the time. He must be like ancient now, but I did a search and he is alive and living a ways away from here.”

“Road trip.” Luna said, the trip closing their books and computers and heading off.

The trio was now with Shaw, the only survivor from 1959. At first he tried getting them away, but Luna has a way with blunt force speech that made him take a seat and speak truth. “I… I didn’t see the thing. It moved too fast.” Shaw finally said, lighting a cigarette to ease him. “Mom and dad where in their room, and I was sleeping by the fireplace. It was so...cold. I barely felt the fire. It was always cold up at the cabin, but I swear it was like the ice age that year. I only woke up when I heard my parents screaming. I hid under the covers of my blanket, too scared to look. I heard it, walking towards me…

“Then, it got even colder. So cold I thought I was gonna freeze to death. In the corner of my eye, I peeked out of the covers and saw this...half mangy, half frozen… I dunno, large dog or something standing over me, growling at whatever it was that got my parents. I was too scared to realize until later… but that one… saved me. Protected me from that thing. It was only about my height at the time. It stood over me until the other thing was gone. When it left I saw so cold, and the fire went out. I heard something, it was the gas stove. The thing turned it on and brought over one of the long matches and relit the fireplace. I didn’t see it’s face, but I saw it’s hat.”

“It...had a hat?” Dean asked.

“Yeah. Like an old cowboy hat. Was really old looking. All tattered and withered. I think it was only held together because of all the frost on it. I told ya it was unbelievable.”

“It’s out there.” Luna spoke. “But nothing too strange can deter us.”

As the trio left they began discussing what these two creatures could be. “It’s gotta be a ghost or something like it man.” Dean spoke up.

“Yeah but then why did the other one drag off the guy’s parents? Ghosts don’t usually drag off their victims unless with a reason, and why only so many year. He said it himself it’s always cold up at that cabin, so why was that year any different for a ghost?” Sam countered.

“Guys.” Luna said, looking at one of the older news papers they printed out from old documents. “Listen to this. Apparently Black Water Ridge is home to something the whole down had blocked off from campers and tourists.”

“Being?” Sam asked.

“They call it the Ice Cave. All year round ice forms and does not melt within it. IT’s cold enough to freeze water within a few hours and while not too big is also holds a single statue that seems to be made from the ice itself.”

“Wait, ice all year round? Summer this time of year around here is like almost a hundred degrees at times. That cave is not normal.” Sam declared.

“Exactly. According to other, later news papers scientists studied the cave but after one of them got severe frostbite when examining the ground in front of the statue, study was halted. When examining the ground around there again, even with high grade weather wear and heaters, they still got frost bite, this time losing two fingers. The cave was closed off, and considered cursed. Not many papers talk about it at all after that, and park rangers keep away out of superstition.”

“So...what the hell is going on then?” Dean asked. “Cause we got more questions than answers out of this.”

“Cursed object maybe?” Sam asked.

“Either way, checking out that cave will be the next, smartest move.” Luna said, her brothers nodding in agreement.

The hike into the cave took most of the day. Dean had gotten a call about that sister of the missing guy heading off to find him with a paired guide. While Dean went off to make sure that they didn’t get killed, Sam and Luna went up to the cave. Once inside, they spotted many old human remains, mostly bones, all frozen within the ice itself, almost like a display or as trophies. “It’s freezing, even for me,” Luna said, While having her own natural coat was handy for chilly nights/seasons, she felt the frigid air pass her coat and into her very bones.

“Yeah. So, where is this statue supposed to be?” Sam asked,

“The backmost of the cave.” The two came across a medium sized room inside the cave, an engraved mark of something not moved for a long period of time rested in the ice and in front of it, was a pile of broken ice and dug up dirt. “Right...here?”

“Looks like a grave.” Sam commented.

“Yeah, but look at the shatter pattern. It goes outwards. Like whatever was buried there was...dug up from inside the grave.”

“What the…” Sam questioned.

“Get… Out…” The low growl of a thick southern voice spoke from behind. Sam and Luna turned fast, pointing their guns up, but there was nothing. “Get. Out.”

“Cold air...shallow grave...ghost?” Sam questioned.

“Never seen a ghost that froze things to this degree.” Luna added. The ice began to grow outwards from the wall behind them, Sam and Luna looking just in time to see a figure form from it… It was like Luna, no horn, or wings,s skin covered in ice with patches of what once was orange fur, and an almost blonde mane, and an old, frost covered cowboy hat. “GET OUT!!!” She screamed, ice shooting out at the two. Both Sam and Luna getting cut from the razor sharp ice. The string holding Luna’s illusion charm was cut, the charm falling off and Luna’s true form revealing. When the creature saw this, her attack stopped, and the two stared at one another for what seemed like hours.

“Y-you are like me?” Luna spoke.

“”Y-yeah.” It chuckled. “Seems so… I’m… I’m Applejack.”

“Luna…”

Chapter 7 Shadows: The Enemy of Monsters Are Hunters.

It’s been a good ten years since Fluttershy, that was this new ponies name, came to live with Sombra and his ‘father’. Sandra and her husband kept her company, educated, and it seems this now pre-teen filly was aging fast. Much faster than Sombra had. It made Sombra question if there really was some sort of Demon version of what he was among his kind. Fluttershy sadly had little in terms of answers. She had to be no older than three when she arrived, and all she could recall was walking on clouds. Sombra had that put to the test, and it was true. She little filly can walk on, move, and make clouds rain.

Crowley, while finding it impressive, thought little use of her unique talent… that is, until he saw her and half his stall having a tea party. “What in the bloody hell?” He said to himself, the female demons, or rather, demons in female bodies, wearing rather fancy dresses while all the demons in male bodies wore tux’s, some in waiter outfits actually serving!

“I swear I was gone for like ten minutes.” Sombra replied next to Crowley, equally as dumbfounded at this discovery. Crowley spotted his right hand, and with his powers, moved him over for a talk.

“Explain Devin.” Crowley asked.

“Oh, uh…” Devin started. “Well, you see sir… she was bored… and when we gave her a dead bird to play with...she started crying… We ended up having to have a full blown burriel for the aerial rodent and now, well… this was the only way we figured would cheer her up…”

“... But why?”

“Sir, that scream of hers broke your ENCHANTED glass…”

“... Good call then. So...how much longer will this be…”

“Honestly… I have no idea and...to be honest again sir… The lot of us are...actually enjoying ourselves.”

“... I have no wor-”

BANG!!

The familiar sound of gunfire shot off as the room was suddenly swarmed with Hunters. Every demon reacted fast, fending them off as Sombra grabbed Fluttershy, and lead her to the escape rout/safe room. “W-what’s going on Sombra?” Fluttershy asked.

“Hunters!” He responded, the two taking cover behind a crate as a few of them passed.

“Hunters?” She asked.

Sombra cursed himself. He never told her about them. Her nature is just to timmed. “Well, they are not nice people. At least not to creatures like us.” Sombra halfly informed, checking to see if the path was clear, only to get a rock salt shell to the face, knocking him over.

“Sombra!” Fluttershy cried out, rushing over to her big brother figure.

“Holy mother of!” Shouted the Hunter. “Guys! Real life Pegasus and a Unicorn!”

“Fuck.” Sombra growled, using his shadows to travel, taking Fluttershy with him. She hated traveling with his Shadow, she saw horrible things each time. Sombra emerged with Fluttershy within the Safe Room.

Fluttershy immediately took notice of Sombra’s wounds. Whatever those ‘boom sticks’ as she was calling them, made his skin burn, but it was healing at least. “Sombra, are you-?”

“Fluttershy.” Sombra said, cooing her as she fixed her mane, what was once finally brushed now a mess as he tried to at least make it presentable. “Close your eyes, and count to ten.” He told her calmly, in a friendly manner

“B-But why?”

“Trust me, it’s… a magic trick.” Somra assured.

“A...magic trick? Like when Uncle Crowley and the others vanish and appear suddenly?”

“Yes. I promise, close your eyes, count to ten, and no matter what you hear, no matter how scary the noses you hear… Don’t peek outside this room.”

“W-what’s going to happe- Eep!” She yelped, another ‘Boom’ from the Hunters weapons fired off. THis one close by.

Sombra hugged her. “Because after ten seconds, these… Hunters will be gone.”

“T-They will?” She asked.

“Yes.”

“O-okay…” She whimpered, closing her eyes. “O-one.”

Sombra’s shadow left fast, exiting the hidden room and finding it’s first target, a Hunter with a shotgun, blasting one of the guards...and for some reason, they were not getting back up. WHat bullets are they using? Sombra pondered. “T-t-two…” Fluttershy counted.

Sombra’s shadow lashed fast, decapitating the hinter in one swing as it grabbed their gun, zooming through the hallway taking out another hunter, this one with a handgun, but it’s bullets where doing the same. Sombra’s Shadow aimed the shotgun at their head, fiering, their skull and brain decorating the wall behind them. Sombra’s shadow rushed for another target. “Th-thr-three.”

He found it, three more hunters splashing Holy Water on several more demons before opening fire with their strange bullets. “F-four.” He rushed them, forming his horn to jab into the back of one, then peirce all the way out of their chest, opening fire on the one to his left while the one to his right tried to run. With a swift Swipe, he cleanly delimbed the hunter of his legs, his screams halted as another swift motion removed his head. “Five.”

Boom.

Another hunter shot Sombra’s shadow, while it stung, it did not kill him, and in retaliation Sombra’s shadow wrapped itself around the hunter, making them point the gun at themselves before forcing them to pull the trigger. “Six.” Boom!

Around the corner, this hunter wielded two swords, the blades gave off an energy that stung Sombra just to be in their presence. The Hunter turned to Sombra. Something felt off about this one. “Seven.”

His time was running up. Sombra’s shadow rushed this one. “Eight.” They slashed up, striking its eye… Both Sombra and his shadow bled, the wound deep, stinging like the sun itself was on his skin. He fought the pain, ramming the shotgun into the hunters stomach, pulling the trigger, and firing till there was no more ammo. “Nine” This hunter...still stood, delivering one last, impaling shank into Sombra’s back, and with that, he kneeled over.

“Ten.” Fluttershy said, the sound of utter silence was deafening, more so than the earlier chaos. When she opened her eyes, she saw Sombra, smiling happily at her… an eye gon, a long scar across his face… and a large bleeding wound from his chest. She began crying, and as Sombra fell over, all Fluttershy could do, was cry. “SOMBRA!!”

Chapter 8 Illusions: The Power of Souls and Blood

Alpha had noticed Chrysalis’s development advanced quickly. She was a fast learner, and an avid schemer. Her magic was all her own, and learning the magic he knew of was as easy to her as breathing.

“Hmm…” Chrysalis hummed as she tried to think of ways to use this new magic.

“A common spell amoung witches is levitation.” Alpha spoke from his desk, writing in his parchment as he typically does. “It’s simple, requires little magic and has a multitude of uses. Unlike when you use your own magic for the same spell there is no glowing aura around whatever is lifted.”

Chrysalis nodded as she tried to do just that, knowing her magical powers are strong so she should be able to do something simple as she tried to levitate a stray rock on the ground.

When she did, the rock flew itself against the nearby wall. Chrysalis felt this magic was...wild, unpredictable compared to her own internal magic. However, she had to admit, it was far more potent than her own. “Good.” Alpha said, still writing in his parchment. “So, discover something new yet?”

“This magic...it’s so wild and unpredictable.” Chrysalis said. “Even if it’s much stronger it feels strange.”

“Magic in this world has always had a unique will of its own. It acts according to its own wims at times and when under the control of a being with the knowledge and ability to use it, it can become a deadly weapon. Rarely have I needed it.”

“Magic has a will of its own?” Chrysalis asked curiously.

“To an extent. It’s mentality is simple, but affects everything in it’s own way.”

“Interesting…” The changeling said. “Is there a way to control such wild magics?”

“Of course. In my time, I’ve learned that anything can be controlled, it can take time, patience, and sometimes a little research, but nothing in this world is unbreakable, and everything that lives and breaths is killable. This I know as truth.”

“Even you?” She asked, thinking her master was really strong.

“Even me. Though, unlike my lesser kin, I am harder to kill, for I am the first of my kind. I, and my fellow first borns are harder to kill, stronger than the rest of our lesser kind. All of us created in the perfection of our mother.”

“Really? Perfection?” She asked. “I thought perfection wasn’t real?”

“Perfection is in the eyes of the beholder, or in my case, my creatore. I am perfect because my maker made me to be one of many kinds of monsters. Is it not best to make one of many kinds of things all best at the same thing perfect in their roles down to a T rather than waste time creating one thing that can never be perfected to meet every goal?”

Chrysalis took these words to heart. Everything was made to perfection for a specific goal in mind… what was hers. “What’s your goal?”

“I am the Alpha Vampire. Compared to my children I am stronger, faster, wiser, and much much older. I create more like me, we are smart, stealthy, clever, blend in perfectly with most other humans, and can single handedly hunt and kill a village or two without leaving a single survivor.”

“So why do you hide? Why stay in these caves?”

“Humans… have developed and learned things. Traitors to our race who foolishly keep their loyalties to their prior humanity, or other sources… they have learned how to defend against us. Learned how to kill us. How to spot us. As such… a new breed of humans has emerged. Hunters. They attack us before or as we attack them, and conpatint hunters in a group are harder to kill than a nest of us. Thought I don’t go down as easy as my children, I’m much harder to kill, but I can still die, and I’d rather be cautious than arrogant.”

“Hmm.” Chrysalis hummed. “So, you were created to be… the perfect what then?”

“Vampire. While my Alpha siblings and I all share the same goal, eat and feast off these insects called humans, maybe one day cattle them, but we are what we are, monsters, each variation crafted and fine tuned to kill the best and most unique way we can. We… all have our weaknesses, but it’s nothing we can’t avoid with practice and patience.”

“So...what’s my weakness?”

“That, my dear child is something to learn about for a later date, or, perhaps we will discover it naturally. Only time will tell… Or…”

“Or?”

“Wait here for me, please. I may be gone a while, but I shall return.”

“Where are you going?”

“To visit on of my siblings.”

“Alpha Changeling.” Alpha Vampire spoke, entering a human built building referred to as an Orphanage, a place for human spawns to stay when their parents pass and they are uncared for. A perfect place to send out Changelings disguised as children.

The Alpha Changeling was as she always was, in disguise, illusions to the human eye, save for the reflection of mirrors. To humans she was an elderly nun. “Yes brother?” She asked from her seat within the kitchen, pieces of corpses sliced and diced. Small corpses.

“I need to know exactly what all your weaknesses are to compare them to the abnormal self proclaimed changeling in my care, Chrysalis.”

“Ah yes, your letter gave a great detail of information. I can safely state that this creature is no changeling, at least, not anymore.”

“Hmm?”

“As a base she might have started as one, but now the differences are far too broad. Her illusions hold up to mirrors, her transformations actively utilize a form of fire, our natural weakness, and she feeds off the aura of emotions linked to the soul directly, not the chemical juices we do. As such she can swallow a humans soul and live off of it for quite the the while. Not to mention her form is more like someone took a horse and invest and combined the two.”

“So you are saying she is some form of mutation, or perhaps an… evolution?”

“Either or, someone created her and I can bet it was not Mother.”

“Yes, I figured that as well. Witch?”

“Psst. No whith can make a whole new form of magic if your letters on her are to be believed. No, more like a demon, Angle maybe?”

“Angles Haven't set foot on Earth in many, many years and Demons while smart and powerful are, in the end, ghosts with a greater amount of power than normal.”

“Well whoever made her, they did one thing right.”

“And that is?”

“She is new. Her weaknesses, if any, are unknown. We need to test her, see what she can do, and use that to our advantage. If she is immune to traditional repellants we would have to avoid or bypass, then she can be an invaluable asset.”

Alpha Vampire thought it over. This was true, being brand new ment Hunters can't counter her powers or attacks. Plus she was able to shape shift to things other than human, animals too, more like a Shifter than a Changeling. Perhaps a mix of both? Alpha pondered. “Then we challenge see. Shall we sent word to our siblings?”

“All of them? My, aren't you putting stock in this new creature.”

“New at this time might be just what we need to finally gain proper footing against these Hunters. Finally our children can retake the night and our proper place above these humans.”

“That confident in her hm? Alright, I'll bite. I'll sent word to Alpha Werewolf, Shifter and Wendigo.”

“And I will gather my friends from the Pitt. We shall see what Chrysalis can do, learn and is weak to, and immune to.”

Author's Notes:

Finally A new chapter. My usual excuse is life sucks and I will be trying to upload as often as possible. Though don't expect anything too soon.

Chapter 9 Day: Sneaking Out

Bored. This simple word best described Celestia currently. Her training as an archAngel was still some time away, and she didn't want to return to her mother's personal heaven… it felt wrong, being there without her. She moved into another heaven, that of a little girl who drowned in a river near her village. The eternal spring fields of flowers was comperting, and gave limitless snacks. There was a vast selection of flowers.

Still, while nice it was boring. She wasn't like her siblings, who could literally stand around and do nothing, waiting for whatever was to come. She was bored… but they were all locked inside heaven. Only certain angels knew the secret exits and entrances, and none would tell her, for fear of punishment. But, she realized, perking up, there was Uncle Mettatron. He knew things, even if he didn't tell her, she could find Something in all those scrolls he writes and lays around. It was dishonest, but perhaps something when she returns as an apology gift could make things up to him? He enjoyed writing so it would make sense for him to enjoy reading.

Stealthily she managed to enter Uncle Metatron's office, stacks of well organized parchments and scrolls decorated the floor and walls, and in the back most area was a simple desk of wood, where a box of ink, a cup of quills, and a stack of blank parchment and Metatron, sitting on an aged wood chair, his vessel was an elderly man, late forties, hair long gone and large glasses.

Careful, Celestia went over to Uncle Mettatron's 'Do Not Touch, This Means You Gabriel!’ chest of very powerful knowledge and spells. Slowly opening it, she sifted through the contents. Tablets of monsters, angels, humans, demons, nope. Celestia moved them aside, looking for the spells. She found several, spell of reservation, summoning the four horsemen, a list of words that make Uncle Michael laugh without warning. She slipped that one under her wing.

Finally finding the scroll of holes and portals to earth, Celestia placed it under her other wing, slipping out u detected.

Mettaton sighed. “That girl better being me something good.” He said with a smile. With the events of her past, shaking her and heaven to it's core, he couldn't say no, so he played the blissful idiot in her taking of the two scrolls. “Maybe next time I'll leave her scroll of fun places to visit?”

The location Celestia appeared In was full of humans, the streets all rock or brick, and buildings made largely from stone and wood.

Her appearance, thanks to Gabriel's special necklace, was older than her first try, now at least a sixteen years old human girl to those around her, she wore an all white, simple dress and shoes. She wondered the city, wondering what to find. She saw street performers juggling, food vendors selling, and all in all, the harmonic chaos of everyday human life.

It was nothing like heaven, and that made Celestia smile. She loved her home, but it was so dull. So...same.

She wondered around, finding every sight and smell so new and amazing. Finally she bumped into someone. From few words she gathered the year was 1579. A time of art and literature for mankind. Turning her attention to the man she bumped Into, he was young, wearing many sacks of parchments strapped to his cloak. “Oh, sorry miss.” He said.

“It's okay. I wasn't looking where I was going.” Celestia said. “That's a lot of parchment. Are you a writer?”

“Yes, though not full time. Job and apprenticeship and all.”

“Apprenticeship?”

“Uh… I can't go into full details. I've never seen you around before miss…?”

“Celestia… Celestia Castiel.” The filly said, remembering humans typically have a last name.

“Well misses Castiel, I'm Shakespeare. William Shakespeare.”

“Oh no, just Miss. I'm not married.”

“Surprising. A young lady like yourself to be without husband.”

“My family doesn't… have any particular beliefs about marriage.”

“Ah, charlatans?”

“I… guess you could say that.”

“Hey, so long as the church doesn't catch wind. Bloody psychopaths sometimes.” William said, looking around. “You aren't, by chance, a Hunter, are you?”

Celestia knew the meaning of that word. Hunters were humans who killed the monsters that try to kill them. “No, but I know of them.”

“Ah. That explains a lot. You from a family one saved or something?”

“Not exactly.”

“Well, think you can help me then?”

“Sure. I was just exploring really.”

Nodding, Shakespeare lead Celestia to a shop within the town, where he rented the upstairs bedchambers.

Once upstairs Shakespeare placed salt along the doorway, window and bed. “Owners always clean it up. Pretty sure they use it for their food or selling. Can't blame them.” He said, taking rest on the bed. “Now then, how do you know about the monsters of this world?”

Pondering just how to answer, Celestia created something akin to the truth. “My family has known about them for… a long time, but we've never actually done anything about them.”

“How come?”

“The heads of the family forbid it.”

“Sounds like if you all know about them, you should be helping. It seems like they can do a lot of good.”

“We could, but defying the heads is a very bad thing.”

“I can understand not wanting to defying elders. Is there no one who would like to help you?”

“Well… the obvious, my uncle Gabriel, he… left, many years ago. No idea where he is. But… I might be able to sneak some information from my uncle… Matt…”

“Matt? Odd name.”

“Yes. Very… give me a few.”

“A few days is fine.”

Celestia nearly fell over. She mentioned a few minutes, not days. She forgot how slow humans were due to their lack of abilities. “Yes. I'll see you here in a few days.” She said, Tak quick leave.

“So let me see if I understand this.” Mettaton said, having caught his niece sneaking back into his office near hours after she was just there. “You went to earth, met William Shakespeare, and offered him to help him deal with some monsters by giving him information I wrote?”

“Yes…” The filly said.

Mettaton took a seat. William Shakespeare was one of the greatest, or he will be, poets and playwrights to ever exist on earth. If memory serves Mettaton correct he was meant to be reborn as Howard Phillips Lovecraft in 1890, then again ten years later as Stephen King in 1947. Mettaton had to pull a lot of strings to make that happen. Or, rather, make it planned out. This could lead into his future incarnations written works, he thought. He also knew as is Shakespeare is a prophet of the Lord, but has now awakened. Metatron can't activate a prophet, but he knew what could. “Alright.”

“Wait, what?” Celestia asked, certain she was supposed to be in trouble.

“This could lead to many good things. Give me a few moments.” Mettatron stood, taking the tablets of life on Earth. Monsters, plants, long lost locations and humans, everything anyone would want to know about earth and all it holds was written on these tablets. They were his masterpiece. His first and last task as the scribe of God was these tablets. God told him long ago these were meant for humanity, and someday they'd be delivered to them, and only a prophet can read and translate them. Today, Mettatron felt, was they day they shall be given to humanity. With these and several scrolls of spells packed, he had one last thing to give Celestia. Opening a small metal box, Mettatron lifted out a single apple. It was from the garden of Eden. “Have Shakespeare eat this, and he will be able to read and translate the tablets.” Mettatron said, handing a satchel filled with important contents. “It is the last apple from the Earth's first apple tree. Fruit from the garden of Eden. It's special, and very powerful. It will never rot, and one bite will give the consumer understanding of all things, and for people like Shakespeare, will activate their powers as a prophet of the Lord.”

“Okay, thank you Uncle Mettatron.” Celestia said, happy and eager.

“There's a catch though.” Mettatron spoke up. “You must stay on earth, watch over and protect Shakespeare. This is the duty of angels, arch angels especially. Once Shakespeare takes a bite of the apple, you can not return home until he has passed away.”

“But… that that's years…” Celestia said, now unsure.

“Yes. Many. But it's okay. Celestia, we don't age like them, we will still be up here, watching you from above, and, if needed, help, but only if needed. If you ever want to speak with us, just pray. Okay?”

“O...okay.” Celestia said, feeling a little better but unlikely to see her family again for years. “I love you.” She said, giving Mettatron a hug.

Mettatron hugged back. Even though their family was broken now, it was still a family. Their family. She gave Mettatron something he never knew of before. Love. He owed a lot too her, but he knew she had to grow up, experience conflict and combat. Mature, and surpass everyone. He knew she could do it, and this was her first step.

Chapter 9 Night: The Windigos Tale

Luna stood across the other Equin with bewilderment and disbelief. Never had she come across someone, or something remotely resembling her. Even if they were a Monster, they were a Monster with a mind. “Who...are you?” Luna asked.

“Heh… been so long since I spoke to someone. About darn near forgot it. I'm Applejack.” The southern Equin Windego spoke.

Sam stood on guard. Like it or not this Applejack was still a monster. He hated that the first of Luna's kind they came across was now a monster. This also put forth a fear Sam and Dean had for years. Infectious monster transformations can affect their little sister too. She's not immune like they hoped.

“How did you get like this?” Luna asked.

“Heh… you got time?”

Location: Black Water Ridge, Colorado
Year: 1834

Settlers in the Colorado wilderness are used to the strange and harsh environment. The scorching Summers and Sub-Zero winter's make it a harsh land to thrive in, the plants and animals evolved to be tough, and the people who make it here are learning to become just as tough as the area.

One man proved made for this place. His name was Many Romero. A half Mexican who kept mostly to himself. His wife Irma and child Oscar were his most valued treasure. Oscar was many things, a handyman, a rifleman, and quite the farmer. He had his farm far from.the nearby town, the locals a bit on edge and racist after the war. He didn't blame them, and chose to let them live their way rather than get involved.

He chose this place because wild Apple trees grew here. In this place such a thing was practically an act of God. The soil so fertile and rich. A well was dug and a house was built, everything else just came along with time. The first harvest was about ready and the few pigs and chickens old enough would soon be perfect meat for meals. Still both were a while away, so for now, it was time to hunt.

These woods gave plenty, a buck or doe lasted a week, smaller bird's, squirrel and such some days. A bear, the pelt would make great leather and the fur for insulation. The meat alone would last a month. With Winter so close the animals would be chasing more food, eating to fatten up before sleeping. Perfect opportunity to catch something large.

Many had his rifle, but kept a knife and bow as extra safety. Scouting the woods, he caught the track of something small. A bear cub? No, tracks are all wrong… a horse! Young. A workhorse would make life much easier… but these were small even by infant horse standards.

Tracking the creature, he found himself at a cave, where inside he found a sleeping bear, and in it's paw, a small tan, no, orange? Colored young horse… Many was about to curse his luck, thinking the beast killed the creature of labor until he saw the small filly kick. She was alive, she was… asleep?

Not wanting to miss the opportunity, Many crept slowly into the cave, rifle end above the bears head. A clean shot in the eye should kill it. The sound will spook the filly though, but he can track it again easy of it escapes the cave.

He fired, the beast roared before collapsing and the filly awoke kicking and scared, backing up into a corner in the cave. It was now Many got a good look at the small labor creature and noticed… it's eyes were huge! It gave far more expressions than any animal he had seen before, and it was clearly afraid.

Many stood before the small horse, it's size on par with a three year old. He got on one knee, putting his now empty gun down and let the filly take his scent in from his outreached hand, not touching her, but close enough for them to examine.

Hesitantly, the filly took a sniff, then another, getting closer. Many expected them to lick their hand, but the filly kept sniffing past his arm, to his satchel. Pondering, Many remembered his Apple, taking it out and giving it to the filly, who after a single sniff of it are the fruit in one bite, chewing with a clear smile. Picking up the filly, Many made note to return for the bear pelt and meat, and headed home.

Upon arriving, his wife Irma greeted him. “Hello love.” She spoke with a voice sweet like honey, a perfect English with a Hispanic accent that made each word smooth. “You found a wild horse? That's perfect! Oh… it's so small… and those eyes! Where did you find them?”

Many didn't speak, rather pointed in the general direction of the cave. “That far out huh?” Irma asked. “Well she's rather adorable. Must be a new breed or… something. I guess for now put her with the pigs til we can build a small stable for her.”

Many quickly placed the small filly with the pigs, then went inside to wash up. He exited a time later, to find a strange sight. The filly was free… and carried a large basket of apples in her mouth. She walked with closed eyes and despite the object in her mouth, a clear smile as she bumped into Many. She looked up, and placed the Apples by his feet. Many didn't remember any of the apples had fallen off the tree. Or them being so large and ripe!

Once the apples were places, the filly walked over to the corn crops, still half way till proper height, and began, it seemed, placing pressure on the soil at the base of the plant. Many fell backwards as one of the corn plants grew an inch, then two, then three til it was proper height and had many ears of corn along it. She began doing the same to the other plants with the same outcome. Large, ripe crops.

Years passed, and this filly became a godsend to the family. To the surprise of Many and Irma, she could speak, small, simple words like young Oscar. Ad the years went by the filly, named Applejack, after the beverage both Irma and Many drank after her first words, and Oscar grew up like siblings. The two got along great, but they could not be more opposite. Applejack like the farm word, disliked and could not consume meat, and was profoundly honest. Oscar lied from time to time, mostly to avoid punishment, preferred hunting to farming and loved meat, and disliked the farmwork. Despite all this the two were inseparable.

Oscar would return from school and teach Applejack the lessons, since they kept her very existence a secret. “So nine plus ten becomes?” Oscar asked. He was now ten, not a man, but not a boy truly anymore.

“Nineteen. Right?” Applejack asked, now the size of a large dog. For some Reason, she managed to develop a southern accent, despite never heading such a voice in her life. As far as her adoptive family knew.

“Yes.”

“Oscar, Applejack.” Irma spoke, entering the room. “Your father wants help in the cabbages. Pests again.”

Applejack for up with a nod while Oscar grunted. “What's it this time? Rats or mites?” He spoke with a spiteful attitude.

“Attitude.” Irma warned verbally. “And not sure. Your father is looking for tracks.”

The children arrived at their father's side. Applejack and Oscar were told about why their father never spoke. His own father cut his tongue out at a young age, because he cried too much as a toddler. He got by well enough to live, more than enough. “Found anything Pops?” Oscar asked. His father gentured down. Tracks… of a person. “Thieves? Outlaws?”

Many shrugged, carefully walking with the kids behind him, Applejack hidden behind her brother. The trio arrived at a camp, a small fire with soup cooking was at its center. “These are our carrots, potatoes and corn.” Oscar growled.

“Thought you didn't like veggies?” Applejack teased.

“Not my preferred food, but doesn't give people the right to take them from us.” Many felt some pride that his son held a torch for justice. At the very least, knowledge to not let crimes like thievery pass by unpunished.

As the trio explored the camp, suddenly Many and Oscar were levitated up by an unseen force, thrown to a large trees trunk and held there. “Pa! Oscar!” Applejack cried in fear.

“Well we'll now, what have we here.” Spoke a woman, dressed in simple garments, curly red hair tied in a ponytail. And a Scottish accent. “A wee little boy, his father… and one of you lot.” She said, eyes falling on Applejack. “Hmm. Similar magical aura, but no horn or clear means of using your kinds unique magic.”

Applejack's mouth went dry, fear dug into her heart by this woman. A witch. “I-i make Plants grow faster…” She spoke nervously.

“Oh. Hmm… useful for agriculture but for me not very useful at all. Too bad, you're the second lot of odd creature I've seen like you.”

“S-second?” Applejack asked.

“Yes. And as much as it's been fun meeting you, you are useless to me. Now then, what would be most fun way to dispose of you all… what would make the most chaos… oh. Oh that might do it nicely.” She said, looking over at the boy, Oscar. “Rarity, Wendigo curse. Time to use what I taught you.”

“Yes mother.” Spoke an elegant, young voice from behind Applejack. She turned around, seeing… one like her. Pure white coat, a glowing blue horn and a purple mane curled elegantly. Oscar became covered in the same blue aura as her horn, the color changing to black.

Oscars skin became pale. Eyes black, teeth falling out as needle like teeth replaced them. “Oscar!” Applejack cried, ready to buck the unicorn, until she found she could not move. The which.

“Her too Rarity, might as well see how this spell affects one of your kind as well.”

“Yes mother.” Rarity said again, eyes meeting Applejack's. “It's nothing personal, you're just lesser than us.”

Luna has her mouth covered in shock, Sam felt off. They've rarely known the backstory to the monsters they kill, who they once we're. Ghosts sure, often. It was part of those cases…. Vampires, werewolves, Wendigos… never. “After I became this they knocked me out… Oscar… ate, Ma’ and Pa… those first few years he kept slipping in and out of what he was turned into. I swore to try and keep him in check… whether he was in there or not.”

“But he still eats people.” Sam spoke.

“Yeah, but kids and such I make sure he doesn't touch, and if there is a lot of people I force him to take the bare minimum.”

“But he is still killing people, he's still a monster!”

“I know that!” Applejack yelled, ice thickening along the walls of the cave. “I know it ain't right… I know it's wrong, and so very twisted… but I can't just forget our past, our happiness, the fear on his face every time he snapped back to himself, seeing the dead faces of those he ate! I promised Ma I'd look after him… even if he is mostly just… Wendigo now, some bits of him are still him.”

“Applejack…” Luna spoke, a heavy held breath escaping her lips. “What bits of Oscar that are there must be in so much pain, and suffering being like that.”

“Ah’ know…”

“I can't even begin to imagine the pain you are in either. How are you… still you?”

“I don't know. And it made me feel sick. While my brother was changing into this… beast, I only looked different. I kept my mind, so why did he have to be so alone with this…”

“Must just be a perk to being different.” Sam spoke up. “That witch said you and the others like you and Luna have a unique magic in you, so maybe it's that magic that kept you… you.”

“Maybe…”

“Luna, come on.”

“Hmm?” Luna questioned.

“Applejack, if you love your brother, if you want to make him happy, for the first time in a long time, let us do our job.” Sam said, a cold yet sorrow filled expression on his face as he looked Applejack dead in the eyes.

Applejack took a step back. She knew what needed to be done… She teared up, the tears falling down as snowflakes down her cheeks. She only nodded. Her mouth could not say yes.

With the Wendigo, formerly Oscar, now dead, Sam informed Dean of the story, and Applejack. They helped her bury her brother, and the girls brother was alive, little beat and scratched, but well and would recover quick. The trio was at the cave, Applejack's spot in the cave was where they buried Oscar.

“What will you do now?” Luna asked.

“Can't exactly go anywhere.” Applejack replied.

“This witch that cursed you and her brother, did you get her name?” Dean asked.

“Not her name, just of the unicorn that was with her that.. actually cast the curse. Rarity. She's got pure white coat, and a curled purple mane.”

“Witches live a long time, if this unicorn is using witchcraft also then chances are they are both alive. If we find them… we'll kill them.” Sam promised.

Luna had many thoughts racing through her head… and an idea came to mind, something Bobby once said rang in her head. It would work, and Applejack won't be alone. “I think I know where you can go Applejack.” Luna said, gaining her brothers and Applejack's attention.

Bobby was a man of many regrets in life. Never did he think he'd regret complaining about his old freezer costing him an arm and a leg in electricity.

Now he keeps it unplugged, cause a ghost/Windigo pony of same race as Luna now lives in it, keeping his frozen goods frozen amd chilling his beer to almost frozen. While the company is nice, he and Applejack share a lot on life views, he wondered just how much of a common occurrence this was going to become. He was now considering a heavy remodel of the garage and backyard. Perhaps a taller fence made of brick. Thankfully his scrapyard paid well, but to afford this project he might need to put in some overtime.

“Well, she likes hard work, no harder work than scrapping.” He thought aloud, figuring out more ways than just keeping his frozen foods frozen Applejack could repay her new housing arrangements.

Author's Notes:

I've been wanting to tell this story for a long time, since I began rewatching the episode actually. It's not as detailed as I'd like but I think I want to focus more on characters and less on action. I will try and have action scenes every now and then, but they won't be often. Also, did I suprise anybody?

Chapter 9 Shadows: Mortality

Crowley was many things. Egotistical, Petty, ruthless, vengeful, but worried. That was a rare one. Whatever magic was in those bullets and blades the hunters were using had shown a similar magical signature to Sombra's. This meant a creature like him, or more exact, like Fluttershy, who could use magic, enchanted those bullets and swords. The thought pissed Crowley off even more just thinking about it.

He always figured Hunters were the shoot first ask questions later type so he imagined most Creatures like Sombra and Fluttershy would have been killed by them. Today proved otherwise. Hunters were an annoyance to demons for centuries, but this… this has officially made them a threat. Demons died today and Sombra is on the line of life and Death. Fluttershy has not left his bedside since. They need a medic… a doctor… a Demon Doctor. But who? Sombra was not the average demon, he was barely Equine. Me needed something… what Sombra needed.most at this moment was blood. He lost a lot of it and his body is his own, Crowley doesn't even know if his soul can exist outside of it… there was one option, and he hated it, but it might be the only way to save his son.

"Kennel Keeper!" Crowley shouted upon re entering Hell. In a flash of black smoke the Kennel Keeper appeared.

"Crowley. Come to buy another hound?"

"I need Ramsey."

"Woah there hot shot! No can do, that's Lucifer's bitch, even though he is locked away I touch that dog and I'm dead."

"Sombra is dying! Ramsey managed to care for them and keep them alive she can heal him!"

"I am not risking my hide for your little freak- gah!" Looking down, the Kennel Keeper saw Crowley had stabbing him with what looked like a normal blade. "H-how is this… killing me?"

"It's one of the same blades a band of hunters used when raiding my base, killing a lot of my employees and nearly killing Sombra." Crowley said, taking it out of the Kennel Keeper and then thrusting it in harder and deeper. "Personally I wanted them destroyed but… they may prove useful yet."

The Kennel Keeper fell limp, Crowley slicing off their hands before rushing to the kennels. Upon reaching Ramsey's door, he placed the severed hands of the Kennel Keepers on them, the magical locks beginning to open. Once the last one was opened Crowley threw the doors open, Ramsey seeing him and growling loudly before charging full speed.

Acting quick, he raised a cloth with blood, and Ramsey stopped dead in front of Crowley, smelling the blood, then, to Crowley's surprise, and hopes, began whimpering. "It's Sombra. You remember Sombra? He's hurt. Bad. You cared for him and kept him alive. You care for him." Crowley said, Ramsey still sniffing the blood sadly. "He needs you Ramsey, you are the only chance I have at saving him. We… we both care about him. Please, save his life."

Ramsey barked, giving a nod to Crowley's shock as she followed him out of hell.

Ramsey's mere presence kept every demon who saw her away, making them flee or hide for fear of their lives, and all who saw Crowley walking next to her, without fear nor she attacking him began speaking silently about what this all meant. Whatever was going on with them, Crowley would learn later.

Arriving at the base, Ramsey walked up to Fluttershy, seeing her worry and care for Sombra made the old hound feel happy. She then carefully rested her head on his chest, Sombra wincing in his sleep as suddenly his chest began to glow where Ramsey was resting. It's wasn't bright and it was not holy, but it was… comforting, to all around.

Crowley saw that it was easing Sombra, and took leave. Taking a seat at his throne and pondering what came next. "Sir?" Asked one of his still remaining demons.

"Find… find where these bullets and blades came from. Do not engage if detected just make a report, pictures if you can then get back here." Crowley said as the demon nodded and left.

Sighing, Crowley looked over the blade that was still in his hand, the Kennel Keeper blood still on it as he rolled his eyes, cleaning it off. Crowley had never cared for anything before in his life, yet to the killed a high ranked demon, all for Sombra… his son. He never even cared for his son when he was a human… what made Sombra so different? Thinking back, Crowley felt something new to him. Regret.

Sombra awoke late in the night, happy to see his mother there and his wounds near completely healed. As the next few days went along Ramsey stayed by Sombra, becoming protective and motherly to him. She seemed to have also taken a liking to Fluttershy. Things went about normal around the base, no news on the blades and bullets, which was worrying.

As the days went along Crowley wondered if someone from hell would come to reprimand him for killing the Kennel Keeper. It was only a matter of- "Hello Crowley." Time…

"Lilith." Crowley spoke up, seeing the first Demon herself before him, and he stood up. "I take it this intrusion is due to the Kennel Keepers death?"

"That's right." She answered. "Countless demons all saw you waltz back into Hell, kill the Kennel Keeper, then waltz out next to Ramsey like you owned her. Tell me, was it a spell that tamed that Savage bitch or what?"

"It was a… common interest. She doesn't seem like she will be leaving soon."

"I figured." Lilith said, a smirk across her face as she walked away from Crowley a bit, back facing him. "I have to say, you have surprised me. The Kennel Keeper was one of the first souls to be become a demon and you killed them in two stabs. I understand you have the weapon in question?"

"Among… others…" Crowley said, his men in the room armed with said weapons. "What's the point?"

"Oh, nothing. Just curious." She said, still grinning. "For killing the Kennel Keeper, punishment must be delivered. Starting today that demonic mule shall be the new Keeper of the Kennels. I understand they speak Hell Hound, and Ramsey clearly cares for them… seems a fitting position."

Mule… Crowley hid their growl. "Understood." Crowley said. "Is that all?"

"No. I have an assignment for you. The others and I want you to find a few artifacts for us."

"Artifacts?"

"Yes. The Crown of Thorns that was placed on Jesus's head, The Horn of Gabriel, and The Heart of Adam."

"Those are some… rather high profile artifacts."

"Got big plans Crowley, I'll need the firepower." She said, turning back to Crowley. "Can I count on you to locate and acquire them?"

"Yes Lilith… it shall be done."

"Good boy. By by." She said, vanishing.

"Bitch." Crowley finally spoke once she was gone.

"Sir, what are our orders then?" Another demon asked.

"These weapons are useful but even Lilith can't die from just one hit, they can hurt her yes, but kill, no. For now we'll play her game." Crowley said sighing.

"Okay but where do we start? The Crown of Jesus and The Horn of Gabriel have been lost for centuries and The Heart of Adam is just a legend."

"All legends have root somewhere, find that root we find the heart. As well as Adam and Eve's resting place. As for the Crown and Horn check in with our old friends at the Vatican, there has to be something there. Report to me any findings and rumors. Get to it."

Chapter 10 Day: The Scholars of Supernatural

Celestia had needed sleep in her youth, in her older age she still needed it but it was less mandatory. She had spent months awake before her body began to tire and succumb to the need of slumber. For the past week she was translating parts of the tablets into both human known languages, coded in ways that needed anywhere between one and nine different deciphers to decrypt, and lastly a book to house all these various works in. She would need to make a vault, no, many vaults hidden well and trapped and protected. But she needed something to help get this group Shakesphere wanted to create off its feet. There was just one issue.

“Men of letters?” Celestia asked again.

“Why do you take such offence?” Shakespeare asked.

“I mean, I’m the one supplying you with the magic and such to start, and I’m not a man.”

“True, but what other name would be so fitting?”

“Ladies of Literature?” Celestia offered, earning a deadpan look from Shakesphere as she laughed at. “See how it feels?”

“Fine fine. Wemon.” That got Shakespeare a book tossed at his head. “Owch! If you are that accurate with a two pound book I fear your skills with a much lighter blade.”

“As you should.” Celestia said with a nod then a chuckle. “How about… The Scholars?”

“Maybe… Needs something more.”

“Why is the name so important again?”

“Names don’t just have meaning they have impact. An impression that their sound and meaning upholds by the blood, sweat and tears of all those who walk under that name. Who carry it til death. Names hold power.”

“Not wrong.” Celestia murmured. “How about The Scholars of The Supernatural?”

“Supernatural… The Scholars of The Supernatural… Yes, now that says exactly what we are. Church might give us trouble but, they would have been an obstacle anyway.”

“Huh. Men claiming to carry gods will when he hasn’t told them anything. A cult of hypocrisy and is all they are. Blinded by bigotry and using the bible as a cover for their sins.”

“You have a hatred for the church?”

“No, I hate the people who run it like an excuse to butcher and burn alive innocent people based on nothing more than word of mouth from idiots and bigots. That’s why there’s so many women's ghosts running about, and even in death they still call them witches.”

Shakespeare gave a nod. “I see. Perhaps one day that will all change.”

“Sadly not any day soon.” With a sigh Celestia continued her translations.

"It has to be around here somewhere." Celestia said as she and Shakespeare walked around the nearby woods.

"What is it we are looking for again."

"Smurf Root." Celestia said. "A magically powerful root that grows wild in the woods, often near or within great sources of magic."

"I see, and what will this be used for?"

"Once ground into a paste or powdered, it can be mixed with paint to create barrier spells keeping away evil forces. It will make sure once a proper base of operations is created it will be protected."

"Ah, perfect."

"It also makes great fizzy drinks that both taste amazing and repels black magic."

Shakespeare raised an eyebrow, but simply shrugged. He long ago gave up on learning how Celestia knew all these things. He doubted those tablets held that kind of knowledge… mostly doubted.

After walking for several more hours Celestia stopped, taking several sniffs to the air and smiled and she got on hands and knees and pulled out three small root plants. "Here we are."

"That's it? It's so small." Shakespeare said, looking the tiny root over. It was smaller that the tip of his quill.

"They are small but potent and powerful." Celestia said. "Too bad we didn't run into any Smurfs. They are such happy, cheery little people."

"Huh… you've met them?"

"Just one, blue like all of them but wears a red hat and pants, white hair and beard, calls himself Papa Smurf. A wise and caring warlock."

"And they aren't monsters like the others?"

"No. While most beings born through magic or other means aren't all violent or evil in their nature. Some, the friendly ones, hide to avoid them as much as humans do, some fight them too like you are."

"I… had no idea."

"This world is wide and expansive. It is one of so many both in this universe and in others. I believe that not every Vampire, Werewolf and Ghoul are evil, violent. They all just want to live, it's their mothers fault they are like this."

"Their… mother?"

Celestia nodded. "Yes. The mother of all monsters. Calls herself Eve."

"Eve like the mother of all humans?"

"Completely different people, she took the name probably to make fun of humans. Maybe she thought it fitting, don't know all the details."

"Interesting. Was all this on those tablets?"

"Yes but I was also told by my uncles Mettatron and Gabriel."

"You're family sure has a lot of knowledge on the subject. How did this come to be?"

Celestia gave a smile to Shakespeare. "Can you keep a secret?"

Shakespeare looked at Celestia for a time, pondering the question. They haven't known one another for too terribly long but he trusted her. He gave a nod, then took several surprised steps back as she removed her necklace, revealing a horse, no, for some reason Pony fit better, a pure white coat, lovely white feathered wings atop her back, a pink flowing mane and tail that blew in the gentle wind, and a horn the length of his arm. "My word…"

"I am Celestia, adopted daughter of the angle of Wednesday, Castiel."

"You are… adopted? You were raised by angles?"

"Yes. Dad says one day I just appeared In heaven in a flash of light. God told him to raise me. I'm not an angel but I have the power of one, maybe stronger. No one can really tell with me. My body is flesh and blood but it is more durable than any other."

"So, if I may ask, what are you?"

"An Alicorn. Though from the ones I have seen I am… different still. They are magically powerful yes but they are not intelligent like I am."

"I see." Shakespeare said, taking a seat on a fallen tree. "My word… a celestial being, family to God and his angels. Heh, it's almost too much to believe and yet… here you are."

"I have been told I defy all odds." Celestia said with a smirk and she placed her necklace back on, regaining human form. She then took a seat next to Shakespeare. "I came to earth because I was bored. The angels have been ordered not to leave heaven for some reason."

"And why did you?"

"I'm not an angle." Celestia giggled. "Just like them."

"I have… so many questions."

"I will answer what I can but I ask, please try not to tell this. We both know the Scholars of the Supernatural is going to be a group dedicated to understanding but hunters…"

"Would likely kill first and never bother." Shakespeare finished with a tired sigh. "Can you be hurt?"

"Yes. Normal human weapons hurt but can't kill me, magic does a better job. Demons and my family's angel blades are the real worry."

"Angel blades?"

Nodding, Celestia pulled hers out, seeing the mark where Lucifer put his feather into it to give it more power. "Every angel has one made just for them… my uncles made this one for me."

"It is beautiful."

"It is…"

"... Why so sad?"

"Home isn't right anymore. Not since…" Celestia shuttered a bit, remembering that dark day in heaven.

"Perhaps another time." Shakespeare said, standing up and helping Celestia up. "When you are ready to speak of that, I will listen, but only when you are ready."

Celestia smiled, quickly whiling away the small formed droplets of tears that didn't get to fall as she quickly replaced her sadness with a sly smirk. "William Shakespeare, are you trying to court me."

Shakespeare blushed. "I am, I mean i-"

Celestia laughed, giving him a hug. "I wouldn't mind."

"But you are a Divine being. Isn't that forbidden?"

"For humans and angels yes, but remember, I'm not an angel."

"Right… beastiality then."

Whack!

"Ouch!" William yelped as he rubbed his now brushed head as Celestia huffed, then laughed.