Salem 1600's

Snow White was out walking by the lake. Her father died this morning. She knew what she had to do. Her stepmother was a witch. She had held out on turning her in because she was afraid that her father would be blamed along with her, but with that no longer a worry, she would turn her in.

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"My stepmother is a witch," Snow declared to the council.

"What proof do you have of this," the head of the group asked.

"She has a collection of frogs that she is always using in these weird potions, she has several cats and I saw her with a weird book with all kinds of evil spells in it," Snow replied, truthfully.

"Bring her in," the leader commanded to the sentries. "You may go," he said to Snow.

Snow decided not to go home immediately. She needed to wait until after the arrest. She walked into the forest. She knew them like the back of her hand. Her stepmother was not only a witch, but she used to beat her. Snow would often run out to the woods. They were her sanctuary. Today would be no different.

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Seven sentries walked into the small cottage. "We are here to arrest you."

"On what charge?" Hildegarde asked.

"Witchcraft. Your stepdaughter had accused you."

"The ungrateful wench. She will pay for this," Hildegarde vowed.

"Enough of that. You're coming with us!" the sentry demanded.

"I don't think so," Hildegarde said in a low, menacing voice. She picked up the cauldron sitting behind her and threw the contents at the sentries.

"What was in that?" one of them asked.

"Spit from toads, frogs, and lizards."

"Gross," one of the sentries said. "Get her."

"Wait, something's happening," another of them said. They all watched each other in disbelief as they shrunk down to two and a half feet tall. "What is going on?"

"The spit turned you into dwarves. It made your bodies smaller and your least personality trait your strongest," Hildegarde answered, and in the confusion she disappeared into the forest.

"After her!" the lowliest of the sentries yelled. He would henceforth be called Doc, but he never figured out why. He wasn't a doctor.

They ran into the woods after her. She ran to the stream thinking to use one of her water spells to escape, but when she came upon her wicked stepdaughter, Snow, she had a better idea.

"When the dwarves lay eyes on Snow,
Have them guard her forever below," she chanted with a cackle.

"What does that mean?" Snow asked, confused.

"You'll see, my dear," and with that, she ran off into the woods, knowing the dwarves/sentries wouldn't be after her anymore.

"Dwarves? Where did you come from?" Snow asked the seven tiny men approaching, and remembering with fear the words her stepmother had spoken.

"Get her!" the all shouted as one, though they really had no idea why.

She ran away screaming, but they ran after her. She outpaced them easily because her legs were so much longer, but they had more stamina. After a while she was out of breath and they were still running after her. Eventually they caught up.

"Please, leave me alone," she begged.

"I really wish we could," a particularly happy dwarf said, but we don't seem to be able to.

"Enough with the chatter," one added, grumpily, and they all jumped on her.

She screamed and they dragged her to the nearby forbidden pond. It was said to be infused with witch's magic, but in reality it was a portal to Hell. They pushed her in and fell in behind her and they all descended down into the pit, where the dwarves guarded her for four hundred years.

Then one day, the devil's gate opened and everything in Hell had the chance to escape. The seven dwarves ran towards the light, but Snow was still trapped as they had tied her down in order to minimize their work. With the exception of Happy, who was cheerful even in Hell, they had been horrid masters and she was glad they were gone. But she heard whispers of what was going on from others who had failed to escape and thanks to some people named the Winchesters, they were now unleashed on the world.