(Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING!...Tolkien and Kripe own everything here)
"Cas, he's shorter then me!" Dean exclaimed, "Where did you get him?"
"From one of the other realms we monitor. You mentioned that the Horsemen's power seemed to come from their rings. He's a professional pick pocket." The angel replied.
"Did you even talk to him before you abducted him?" Sam asked.
"He's used to being swept off for quests by people bigger then him. This time doesn't include dragons."
"Just Horsemen of the Apocalypse...what do mean used to?"
"A wizard and around a dozen dwarves abducted him to go fight a dragon. He got in the middle of a battle of five armies. He'll be okay with this."
"He's still shorter then me! He could fit in my pocket!"
"Can we at least give him a chance? It was a lot of trouble to retrieve him, and he be able to snatch the rings right off the remaining Horseman's fingers."
"Right."
The three walked over to where the hobbit was sitting.
"So we hear you can help us, Mr...?"
"Bagginess. Bilbo Baggins."