A/N A little nod to Young Frankenstein in this chapter. If you've seen the movie you will know what I mean.

Thank you LeeMarieJack, laura188b, Diana Campos, marindamlventer and samisnotevil for your kind reviews on my first chapter and to everyone that's reading my little fairytale. Enjoy

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Sam pulled up in his shiny black coach, the royal page Alfie hopped out and held open the door for him.

Sam was dressed to kill or at least get laid. He wore hip skimming jeans and a tight white tank top chopped off to flash his rock hard abs. It said "Daddy" in bold letters across the front. This was a nod to all the sweet young things that screamed "Daddy harder!" when Sam was giving them a nice poke right up the chimney.

It also was due to the fact that Sam didn't wear condoms and had little Campbell soup kids running around the place. He figured it was the bottoms responsibility to take care of birth control and if the young man didn't then he was lucky to pop out a baby with such a good looking father.

Alfie whipped out a lace handkerchief and delicately dabbed the corners of his mouth after allowing the prince to spend his seed down Alfie's gullet.

The prince bent down and licked the pages lips, "Missed a spot." Alfie was totally taken with Sam's beauty, "Sire if you need anything else," the young blonde winked, "and I mean anything, just ask."

Sam looked at the label on the beer bottle he brought with him, "No, I think I'll be ok. You gave great head kid but I have someone else in mind."

Alfie began pouting, "I was nothing but a sex toy."

Sam patted the page on the rear, "Yeah but you were sure fun. Cheer up; if this doesn't pan out I can give you a hard fuck on the ride back. Now go sit in the coach and wait like a good boy."

"Ok Prince Sam your swell!" The wide eyed worshipper hurried back to the coach.

Sam adjusted his jewels, put on his Dolce and Gabanna sunglasses and although the prince wasn't aware of it, he was headed toward his destiny.

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Sam take long strides all the way to the huge doors of the castle. He grabbed both giant iron door knockers attached to ornate gargoyle heads, banged them both and Queen Abby answered the door.

Sam exclaimed, "What knockers!"

The Queen looked down at her ample cleavage then gave the handsome stranger a smile, "Why thank you!"

Sam gagged a little when he looked at the pert, creamy mounds stuffed into the tight bodice, "Sweetie you are so barking up the wrong tree. I am Prince Sam Campbell come to discuss the soup incident."

Abby snapped, "There is no incident, my husband choked to death, case closed. Dean is in the garden if that is who you're looking for. Most handsome men are looking for Dean…sniffing around his virgin honey pot like perverted drone bees, it's disgusting."

Dean waved wildly toward Sam and yelled, "Hey you're the babe from the soup can!"

Sam lowered his sunglasses and took a gander at Dean. He was dressed in cut offs so tiny that his manly area was peeking out the bottom. He was barefoot and wearing a tight, white t shirt that showed off his perky nipples.

Sam hurried right over, grabbed Deans hand and kissed it, "The Bootylicious beer label doesn't do you justice my lovely Prince."

Dean blushed brightly, "I'm Sorta Snow White but you can call me Dean."

Sam took a deep bow, "I'm Prince Charming but everyone calls me Sam. Turn around so I can get a good look at your ass. I have to get married soon and I think you are the young man I've been looking for but I can't be sure until I see your candy counter."

Sam was also known as "Jerk Charming", "Prince Not Charming At All", and "Prince Whore" but mostly "Baby Daddy." He didn't possess a censor button as he just revealed to Dean.

"I will do no such thing you giant pervert! I am working on my father's memorial bonsai tree because your soup killed him so if you will excuse me, I have work to do."

Sam folded his arms and looked down at the pretty prince, "Oh really, did anyone else die after eating our soup?"

"Well no."

"Then your daddy got a dose of inheritance powder or like the boobage queen said, he choked."

Dean wiped the tears from his eyes and looked over that the castle shooting mental daggers at the queen, "So she says, I don't trust her…I'm sorry I don't want to talk about this now."

He was going to leave but Sam backed him against a flowering crab apple tree, "Forgive me for being so forward but that's the only direction I go. Are you engage or seeing anyone?"

Dean tried to duck under his arm but was blocked, "I got a list of suitors a mile long. Real gentlemen, not like you."

"Dean you will find that gentlemen are overrated and boring, you look like someone that likes a little excitement and once I crack the seal on that glorious rump of yours I think you'll beg for my charms."

Dean slapped him across the face, "The nerve of you! Just because your one smokin' hot babe doesn't mean I'm going to bend over and let you do what you want. I'm saving my virtue for marriage; dad always said why buy the cow of the milk is free."

Sam purred, " I want you and all the milk you can give me."

Dean tried to shove him back but the tall, strong prince didn't budge an inch and Dean was becoming more exasperated by the second, "Look Sam, I want a faithful husband that can be a good father to our children."

Sam was fascinated by the fiery, green eyed virgin and now had his heart set on having Dean Winchester as his own. Never had a boy made his palms sweat his heart beat wildly in his chest or set his loins on fire like the one before him. Unless you count the time Sam went to the free clinic for an STD after a sexual encounter with the Butter King at the village fair.

"Dean I can be faithful and…what was the second part?"

"Be a good father to our children."

"Yeah, I can give that a shot."

Dean snorted, "Doubtful."

Sam tried to think of a way to show Dean he had true feelings for him that could possibly be love, "I want this to be very special…how do I properly court someone like you?"

Dean shrugged, "I don't know, carriage rides, candy, flowers or maybe tickets to Cabaret I've always wanted to see that, I'm a real song and dance man."

Sam snapped his fingers as he normally does when a bright idea comes to him, "I know, I'll name a chunky soup after you! How about rump roast and root veggies?"

"Um…well I guess, so you don't like musicals then?"

"Say it with soup, that's my motto Dean."

Sam took off his SLUT pendent and gave it do Dean, "Keep this expensive piece of jewelry as a token of my intentions until I can buy you a proper engagement ring."

Sam started heading back for the coach. Dean yelled, "Hey so are you my fiancée, do you love me?"

Sam yelled back, "Yes!"

"Awesome, same for me!"

Dean just has the most remarkable encounter of his young life. He sadly watched the coach leave but hoped Sam came back for him soon.

…..

Abby drummed her nails on the table top as the huntsman outlined his plan to kill Dean. It was simple, an arrow through the heart.

She set something down on the table, "I want you to cut his heart out and bring it me in this."

Derrick picked up the gilded chest, on the outside was engraved on a plaque, "Sorta Snow White's Heart."

The huntsman thought that was a bit odd, "Let me get this straight, you had this made overnight?"

Abby tapped the heart shaped ruby on the top with a fingernail of the same color, "Oh no, I've dreamt of having his heart cut out for a very long time."

Derrick slipped the chest in a bag, "My lovely Queen don't be cross with me for suggesting this but perhaps you should take up a hobby to occupy your time instead of plotting against such an innocent young man."

She snapped, "Dean isn't the only one with outside interests. I am the proud founder of "Bitches Without Boarders" my foundation supplies poorer kingdoms with evil step-mothers, wicked witches, corrupt royalty, monsters and all sorts of bad things. After all, you can't have a fairytale without an antagonist correct?"

Derrick agreed, "Yes that makes perfect sense. You awful creatures are what keep the rest of us working. Queen Abby you are a true humanitarian."

…..

Dean hurried into the room out of breath and grinning from ear to ear, "I got a beau!" Abby gave him the kindest smile she could force, "How wonderful. Dean when you get back from the village we can talk all about it."

"Why do I have to go?"

"Because sweetheart I have something I need picked up from the jewelers and I only trust you. Don't worry I'll send Derrick with you and I'm sure you will be back before nightfall."

Dean was still on a love high and agreed to do something he normally wouldn't have for someone he didn't trust nor like.

As soon as Dean turned twenty one or married, the entire kingdom was his. Abby would never stand for this and she hoped by nightfall she would have his pure heart in a gilded chest so she could gloat over her prize.

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Derrick walked several yards behind Dean; it was pleasant enough because the huntsman had a delectable view of the princely bottom encased in black leather pants. Dean was cheerfully talking about his brief but wonderful interlude with Sam Campbell and the more he spoke the less Derrick wanted to follow through with the evil queens plan.

Dean stopped at a wild apple tree and plucked a ripe apple, "Do you have a knife?"

Derrick hesitated but then gave Dean his hunting knife; the prince cut a bad spot off the apple and then took a bite. He offered some to Derrick; the prince was smiling so sweetly the huntsman cried out, "I can't do it!"

"Do what?"

The huntsman bowed his head in shame, "Kill you…Abby wants you dead." Dean tried to bolt but Derrick grabbed his arm, "Listen to me Prince Winchester, you must never go back to the kingdom. I will let her believe I killed you. You will lose everything but at least you'll live."

Dean jerked his arm away and started backing away, "How could she do this? She did poison my father!" Derrick growled, "Leave my sight before I change my mind."

Dean ran as fast as he could deep in the forbidden forest.

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Derrick spent the rest of the day hunting until he came across a stag drinking from a stream. He took aim and hit the magnificent creature bringing it down. After removing the animal's heart he wrapped it in a scrape of fabric from his cloak and placed it in the little chest then headed back to the castle.

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The coach bumped along the road but Sam hardly noticed a thing, he sat there with a big smile on his face as Alfie looked on with curiosity.

"Why so happy my perfect Prince Sam?"

"Oh Alfie it's wonderful, I think I have actual feelings for someone!"

Alfie was sitting there nude at Sam's request; he was playing with himself hoping to excite the prince enough to make love to him. "Don't you want to play with me?"

Sam thought it over and came up with a solution, "I know, we can both masturbate, that way we both get off and I'm still being a gentleman right?"

Alfie spit in the palm of his hand and started stroking, "Sure whatever you have to tell yourself."

The pair had a spirited mutual frigging until they painted each other with spunk.

Dean ran himself to exhaustion then collapsed by a stream and fell asleep on a bed of moss. Sometime later his sleep was intruded by the sound of voices and when Dean opened his eyes there were seven men staring down at him.

Dean blew his rape whistle and starting screaming, "Help I'm surrounded by voyeuristic little perverts!"

Several started snickering and one grumped, "Don't flatter yourself sister, you're not all that. Besides you're the one wearing a slut pendent."

He sat and addressed the group, "Oh really, I'll have you know I'm very desirable. You would be quite lucky to get the chance to molest me."

The grumpy one rolled his eyes, "Yeah I'll have to take your word for it."

A friendly looking man with a red beard bowed to Dean, "Allow me to introduce myself and my friends. We are the nice looking men of short stature."

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Abby received the chest containing the stag heart; she raised it above her head and started cackling. "I have the heart of Sorta Snow White!" The huntsman began edging his way toward the door, "I'll be taking my leave now."

Abby tossed him a bag of coins, "Thank you Derrick now I shall rule with an iron fist, the peasants will bow before their queen!" She started cackling again even louder until it echoed down the stone passageways.

Derrick got as far away from the castle as he could.

The evil queen sat there on her throne stroking the chest with her long, pale fingers and giggling to herself.

Gabe appeared in the huge, gilded mirror across from her, "You know that heart is starting to stink. You've been rubbing your box for hours."

"Oh shut up you buzzkill, let me enjoy my victory."

Gabe eyed the chest, "So let me see it."

"No, I want to feel it up some more then you can see it."

"You didn't even check to see if there's a heart in there did you?"

Abby flipped the latch and lifted the lid, "There mister smarty pants, a virgin heart."

Gabe burst out laughing, "Yeah a virgin stag! Poor guy never got laid before he died. I can tell you that is not human."

Abby dropped to her knees and screamed, "Nooo!" There were a lot more o's and exclamation points but in the interest of moving on with the story I'll leave it at that for now.

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Will Dean's love of apples get him in trouble? Will the seven nice looking men of short stature find him such a pain in the butt that they kick Dean out of their cottage or will they embrace him as one of their own even though he's six feet tall?

Will Sam stop being such a slut? Will he search for his one true love and finally get a crack at Dean's candy counter?

What will the queen stop stroking her box and will she rein in her urge to smash every mirror in the kingdom? Will Gabe find true love with the compact mirror in Abby's purse?

Stay tuned dear readers.

TBC