I do not own any of the Supernatural characters or anything Disney related referenced in this story.

This is the first story in my new Supernatural Fairytale series. If there is a particular Fairytale you would like to see PM me and I'll see what I can do.

The next one will be Little Red Riding Hood by request.

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Dean sat there scooping cinders into the bucket grumbling the entire time, "Stupid freakin' ashes bullshit…lazy bitch step…"

A big foot stuffed in a ladies slipper nudged his butt, "What was that Cinderfella, what were you going to say after that?"

Dean turned and his eyes traveled up to his unattractive stepbrother Alastair dressed in a pretty gown, "Holy shit one of the horses got out, quick call the stable hands!" Dean was quite pleased with his quick wit.

Crowley bent down and smirked at Dean, "Cinderfella you should watch your tongue least it gets plucked out." Standing behind his sisters was Ned the third stepsister.

Dean got up, grabbed the bucket of ashes and hauled them past his three ugly stepbrothers in drag, "Alright comin' through, cinders ain't gonna dump themselves."

Abbadon stepped out in front of Dean blocking the door, "Making trouble for my beautiful sons again Cinderfella?"

"My name is Dean and no I'm not making trouble," he looked at the trio then back to his stepmother, "how the hell are they even related to you, I mean woof!"

Alastair, Crowley and Ned hissed at Dean as he rushed past his stepmother and headed out the door.

…

Dean dumped the ashes over the garden then sat in the grass glad to be away from them all. He thought about his dire circumstances, Deans father John was dead most likely poisoned by his wife and Dean was stuck with these horrible people but he was very young with no prospects or a place to go.

His pet mice Blackie and Whitey poked their heads out of his apron pocket and Dean fished a piece of bread from his brassiere they made him wear even though he had no breasts, "Here yah go buddies, eat up."

The young man looked across the valley and then up the mountain to the castle sitting like a beacon of hope, he wondered what it was like to live in such a place and Dean would have gladly swept cinders all day long if only he could do it in such a grand palace.

He heard rumors of a very handsome prince named Castiel that was marriageable; Dean chuckled at his crazy thoughts of meeting this prince and marrying him.

Dean kneeled at the edge of the pond looking down at his reflection then let out a sigh, "What prince would want to marry a guy like me, I'm just a cinder fella."

…

The next morning the three stepbrothers were rushing around excitedly with their mother as bolts of cloth were brought in by the tailors assistants, Dean watched for awhile and then asked, "What's all the excitement?"

Crowley giggled and held up an envelope, "We have an invitation to Prince Castiels balls, the Prince is looking for a bride and I'm just sure it will be me!" Alastair shoved him, "No it will be me!"

Dean frowned at them, "The Princes balls…don't you mean ball?"

Crowley waved the envelope in Deans face, "No silly, balls. There will be two balls going on at the same time."

Dean grabbed the invitation and read it, there was a diagram showing the two circular ballrooms separated by a long hallway between them.

He gave his stepbrother a wicked smile and wiggled his eyebrows, "Wow that Prince Castiel has a long hallway."

Crowley snatched the invitation back, "Really Dean must your mind always go right to sex?"

"Yes."

Ned sat there as a shoemaker forced a high heel on his big feet, "Come on man and put your back into it!" The shoemaker scowled at the frizzy haired ginger jerk, "If I had know your feet were so big I would have carved shoes from a tree trunk."

Ned cried, "Mummy he is being so rude!"

Abbadon smacked Ned on the head with her hand fan, "Hush your piggy mouth and let mummy try to make silk purses out of her three little sow ears."

Dean chuckled then mumbled something under his breath, Abbadon snapped, "What is it?"

"I said…I didn't know Prince Castiel was blind." Dean gave his stepmother a smile and hoped for the best, "Hey can I go?"

They all burst out laughing as Alastair pointed to Dean, "You marry a prince? What do you have to offer besides ill manners and dirty hands?"

Dean shrugged, "Well I'm not ugly like you guys, that has to count for something."

Abbadon hauled off and slapped Dean in the face, "Cinderfella get your raggedy behind back in that kitchen and make us some lunch."

Crowley added, "Yes and don't spit in the food this time."

Dean went back and made lunch then served it right after he spit in the soup.

….

Prince Castiel was dancing around the room like a fairy princess singing to the little birds flitting about his head.

The doors opened and his father King Ion strode in, he watched his sons strange behavior for a minute or two then sadly shook his head, "Really Castiel must you dance around like a woman?"

"Yes."

The Prince fluttered his lashes and smiled as a colorful bird landed on his finger, "Father, do you think there is a man for me out there, someone handsome and kind who will be gentle with me on our wedding night?"

King Ion gasped, "What, you're still a virgin? Castiel you have your choice of the best looking men around!"

The Prince clasped his hands behind his back and began to pace the floor, "I know father but what is sex without true love?"

The King Ion pointed to an attractive page, "You there, strip naked." The page did as he was told then stood before them, "Castiel you don't even get a wiggle down there? Come on boy split him open like an apple!"

Castiel looked over the fine flesh, "But I don't love him father."

Ion grabbed the pages hand and headed for the door, "Fine I'll do it myself but mark my words; you will marry someone attending your grand balls," the king waved away the birds, "and get rid of these damn pests!"

Castiel leaned out the window looking over the village below as a colorful little bird flitted in front of him, "Go on little friend find me my true love."

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Dean watched as his three ugly stepbrothers prepared for the Princes balls, he was sweeping cinders again and brushed some on Ned's massive foot as he walked by, Ned held out his heel clad hoof and shouted, "Mummy, Cinderfella dirtied my pretty new shoe!"

Abbadon stormed in and smacked Dean over the head with a broom, "You clumsy bitch, now look what you've done!"

Dean rubbed the knot starting on his head but held back the tears threatening to fall, "I didn't do it on purpose, Ned has canoe feet and it leaves me very little room to maneuver down here."

The redheaded hellion gasped, "What a terrible thing to say about Ned!"

Dean shrugged, "Seriously I'd be safer on the floor of a stable sweeping up horse shit. Those are three ugly heifers."

She smacked Dean again then went to help her three big prizes get ready for the balls.

Crowley and Alastair were comparing their pretty gowns, Alastair was in a pink satin frock with matching heels and Crowley was dressed in a black velvet gown with a plunging neckline, hairy chest showing.

Ned joined in the fun twirling about the room in a long green dress that made him look like an unripe pumpkin, "I'm prettier!"

"No I am!"

"The prince will pick me!"

Abbadon screamed, "Silence! You are all equally…" the three turned to their mother with expectant looks, "you are all equally passable," she was going to say unattractive but a mother is supposed to be blind to such things, " Alright boys, lets head to the castle and see what the Princes balls have to offer."

…

Dean sat at his window staring up at the stars, "Hey if anyone is up there listening I would really like to take a gander at the Princes balls…I mean even a fella like me should be able to find true love. Well anyway just wanted to throw that out there to the cosmos and see what happens."

Dean crawled onto his cot and covered himself with a worn little blanket trying to fend off the cold; ironically his room was the only one without a fireplace.

A little bird flitted in the window and landed on the rickety little nightstand then squirted droppings down the front of it.

Dean opened an eye and looked at the bird, "Thanks for dropping a deuce on my nightstand…asshole bird."

Suddenly the little bird began to glow and slowly changed into a tall thin man wearing a gossamer gown, he had large colorful wings on his back. The man waved his wand dramatically and declared, "I am Balthazar your Fairy Godfather!"

Dean sat up and eyed the stranger, "For my first wish I want that bird crap off my nightstand."

Bathazar waved his wand and it was clean, "My dear boy you're lucky I waited to change before I did that."

Dean sat there staring at the big fairy for awhile, the silence got a bit uncomfortable and finally Balthazar cleared his throat and said, "Well I heard your plea for help, should we get started?"

Dean eagerly rubbed his hands together and smiled, "Oh yeah that would be great!"

Balthazar looked around the room and spotted a cucumber, "Ah I can make a coach out of this so you can arrive in style to the Prince's grand balls."

Dean grabbed the cucumber and possessively clutched it to his chest, "Um…don't touch that it's my personal cucumber."

Balthazar struggled with Dean for the cucumber as the boy yelled, "We have a close personal relationship, stop you're going to hurt him!"

Balthazar snatched it from Dean and tossed it out the window, he waved his wand and the cucumber changed into a grand if not strange sort of coach.

The fairy and Dean appeared outside and looked it over, Balthazar wrinkled up his nose, "This is the most unattractive thing I've ever created."

Dean stood there with his arms folded, "I want it in black."

Balthazar waved his wand the cucumber turned glossy black, "Better?"

"Better."

Blackie and Whitey were peeking out of Dean's dressing gown pocket and the fairy plucked them out, "Ah I will change these mice into horses to draw your carriage."

He waved his wand and suddenly there was a white horse and a black horse hitched to the cucumber carriage, they had big feathered plumes on their heads and rigging with silver bits that glinted in the moonlight.

Dean had to admit it all looked pretty awesome.

He looked down at his giant ladies clothes, "Can you dress me like a dude? I have to wear hand me downs from my three ugly stepbrothers and I can't go dressed like this."

Balthazar tapped his cheek with his wand trying to come up with just the right outfit, "I've got it!"

TBC