A/N Any references to Supernatural characters, pop culture products or TV shows are for entertainment purposes only. I don't make any money off it, don't own them and its all for fun.

Here you go LeeMarieJack, you got your cute Sammy Wolf. Enjoy!

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Once upon a time there was a boy named Little Red Riding Cas, he was the most adorable, virtuous and sweetest morsel in the entire village of Lupinstein.

Cas loved the color red and on most days he wore a prim white blouse, little red riding shorts with leather braces, white knee socks and black chucks.

If the local male population of Lupinstein were lucky they could get a gander at Cas' wondrously pert butt in the little red shorts as he pranced through the village marketplace.

It earned him a nickname "Little Red Ride That Ass" of course Cas was never called that to his face.

He spent his days blissfully unaware that every male he ran across wanted access to his goodie basket which was probably a good thing or Cas would have been afraid to leave his cottage.

His mother was very cautious and never allowed her son to travel without a rape whistle and a can of bear mace.

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In the seamiest region of the forest there lived was a big, bad wolf named Sam. He adored eating boys; the cutest and most virtuous always tasted the best.

Sam was very tall and handsome with exotic hazel eyes and a mouth full of sharp, white teeth. His glorious mane of hair had two furry little wolf ears poking out and one of them was pierced with a diamond stud.

His animal magnetism attracted the boys of the village so the wolf never had to snatch pretty things to fill his sexual appetites. The boys came to him for a sound rump pounding but usually ended up with more than they bargained for.

Little Red Riding Cas remained his elusive prey and Sam wanted to remedy that toot suite.

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Dean the Sexy Woodsman, his official title, often saw Cas skipping around the lumberjack camp. The only thing keeping Cas from becoming a party favor to a bunch of horny men was his rape whistle and ever present can of bear mace.

Dean decided he wanted to get to know the cute little blue eyed fella in the tiny red shorts. He wasn't sure how he was going to accomplish that since he was written as a minor character. Walk on role or not, Dean was a very determined young man and felt in just a matter of time he would have Cas bent over every available felled tree in a five mile radius.

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Lupa busied herself loading a picnic basket with tasty treats for her poor sick father Bobby. She called for her son Cas who came prancing right out, "Yes mother what is it?"

"Cas darling your grandpa Bobby is ill, I've packed him a basket with medicine and all sorts of goodies to cheer him up and I want you to skip over there with it as soon as possible," Lupa tucked a red gingham napkin over the goodies and handed the basket to Cas.

He stamped his foot in anger, "Darn it Mother, I love grandpa but I always have to listen to his boring old hunting stories and then I end up playing Boggle with him, you know I don't have a large vocabulary!

"Don't worry Cas, today is the Golden Girls marathon on Logo and I'm sure he'd much rather watch that then play Boggle."

Cas put on his red cape and took the basket, "That does sound better, grandpa has a crush on Betty White so at least he'll be in a good mood."

"That's the spirit darling, just be sure grandpa keeps a newspaper on his lap so you're not grossed out again."

Cas bent over to tie his sneakers and Lupa noticed his shorts riding up his butt crack, "I really need to make you new shorts, your fanny hangs out the bottom of these."

The boy straightened up and looked over his shoulder, "Mother no one seems to mind at all, if fact many people compliment my little red shorts."

Lupa gave a weary sigh, "Someday you're going to end up on a carton of milk."

He gave his mother a big smile, "Because I'm so cute?"

"Yeah sure, something like that. I swear I'm getting you micro chipped."

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Sam had a pretty young thing bent over a log giving him a sound pound. He growled and grunted as some animals tend to do when they mate with a bitch.

The boy named Alfie cried out, "My, what a big cock your have!"

Sam thrust into him again as he cracked Alfie on the ass with a big hand, "The better to poke you with my dear."

Big, bad Sam let out a long howl as he finished then pulled out and tossed Alfie his trousers, "Get out of here kid I'm done with your used posterior and if you end up pregnant with a manimal don't come sniffing around for money. The wolfing business isn't very lucrative."

Alfie stood there with his hands on his hips and snapped, "You are very mean mister wolf!"

Sam shrugged, "You're lucky I ate you first," he ran his tongue over his lips and grinned, "You were delicious but I'm still hungry."

The boy ran as fast as he could with naked Sam wolf right behind him.

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Dean busied himself chopping wood and checking snares since he was a woodsman and all that, "Boy I sure wish I had a bigger role in this story…oh well."

Balthazar his fellow woodsman from the lumberjack camp goosed Dean from behind and then pointed to Cas who was skipping down the path through the woods, "Now that is a rabbit worth snaring, I can't believe you're not trying to tap that yet."

Dean was indignant, "You're a crude man, I happen to like that boy for his…" he tried to think of something besides the obvious so he didn't look like a pervert.

"Brains?"

"Yeah, brains."

They watched as the boy stopped to pick a bouquet of rag weed and skip off again, "Well maybe not brains but I bet he's super nice!"

Balthazar snickered and began to walk away; Dean called out, "Where are you going?"

"That was my cameo role so I'm out of here."

Dean watched the lumberjack vanish, "Gee I thought my part was small."

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Cas stopped to pick a bouquet of burdock to add to the ragweed for his grandpa, "Oh grandpa will love these pretty…ouch…prickly purple things." He wrapped a napkin around them and continued along the path that brought the boy to the seamy parts of the forest.

He clung to the basket and kept looking around to be sure no wild animals or creepy woodsmen attacked him. Cas rounded a corner where he spotted a big bad wolf.

Sam was dressed in a pinstripe zoot suit and wearing a fedora with holes cut out to accommodate his ears. Sam twirled his gold pocket watch as he leered at the boy approaching with caution.

"Hello there pretty little thing, why are you out all alone in such dangerous part of the forest?"

Cas was going to skip right by but Sam stepped out blocking his path, "I asked you a question sweetheart."

Cas dropped his bouquet and clutched his basket of goodies even tighter, "I…I am going to see my grandpa Bobby and bring him this basket of goodies."

Sam rubbed the bulge in his pants and growled, "Would you like to see my basket of goodies you frightened little blue eyed…" he bent down and trailed his nose over Cas stopping at his crotch, "virgin boy." The wolf buried his nose between Cas' legs and took a deep breath.

Cas took a step back, "How do you know that?"

"Mmm…I can smell it on you; your scent is that of cookies and butterscotch. Naughty little whores smell like failure and dirty panties."

Red Riding Cas blew his whistle and screamed, "Rapey wolf! Is there no hero to save me?"

Suddenly someone shouted, "Hey manimal, back away from the virgin!" Dean, excited to make another appearance in the story hurried over waving his arms, "Leave the kid alone you big, hot, delicious, wolf man."

Sam eyed the handsome woodsman, "Nice outfit, what are you supposed to be?" Dean placed his boot on a tree stump and adjusted the crotch of his Carhartt jeans, "You're just jealous because you'd look like crap in flannel."

Sam brazenly began sniffing Deans butt, "You're not a virgin…not a whore…what are you?"

Dean hitched his thumb toward his chest, "I am Dean the Sexy Woodsman…my official title."

Sam growled, "Well Dean, unless you want that little treat in a wolf and woodsman sandwich get out of my story."

While they were arguing Cas skipped quickly away to his grandpa's house.

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Cas hurried inside and locked the door behind him. Bobby shuffled in wearing a bathrobe, sniffling and dabbing his nose with a handkerchief, "Hello Cas, how is my favorite grandson?"

Cas hung up his red cape and began unpacking all the goodies and medicine which looked suspiciously like a bottle of whiskey, "I'm your only grandchild so I hope I'm your favorite."

Bobby grabbed the bottle, unscrewed the top and took a drink, "Ah your mama sure knows how to cure a cold," he noticed the nervous expression on his grandsons face, "What's up boy? You look as if you saw a ghost."

"Grandpa, a big, bad wolf stop me in the seamiest part of the forest and I think he wanted to eat me."

Bobby rolled his eyes, "I bet it was that fancy pants Sam wolf, yeah he wanted to eat you all right but not in the way you think." He looked at the tight little red shorts Cas was wearing, "You don't have any long pants? Those have "eat me" written all over them."

Cas tugged the seam out of his butt crack, "No I don't."

Bobby watched out the window at the sun setting, "Stay here tonight, I don't want my virtuous grandson getting eaten on the way home," the old man smiled, "besides there's a Golden Girls marathon on Logo!"

"Oh yes mother told me, it sounds fun."

The grandfather and grandson popped some corn and settled in for evening of television and GILF. Cas tossed his grandfather the newspaper, "Gross."

"Sorry kid, you know what Betty White does to me."

Outside the window two hazel eyes glowed in the darkness watching the tasty boy curled up on the couch. Behind Sam were two green eyes peering out from the trees watching the wolf watching Red Riding Cas.

TBC