Bobby stood there clutching his hands together as he watched his only grandchild tug the tiniest red shorts in the universe out of his ass crack. "Remember what I said about men and wolves Cas, they are all bad news to a little fella like you."

Cas gave his grandpa a big smile, "Don't worry I remember, don't let them touch my butt."

Bobby patted his head, "Good boy Cas, just remember that and you will be ok." He looked out the window and was relieved the morning was fair and the path outside the cottage looked free of perverts but that didn't mean much. "Are you sure you don't want me to walk you home?"

Cas tucked the empty basket under his arm and headed out, waving as he went, "No thanks, I'm a big boy."

Bobby clung to the heavy oak door watching Cas skip away, "Poor kid is gonna get molested I just know it. He's got perv bait written all over him."

….

Sam was casually leaning on a large pine tree holding a bouquet of roses when Cas happened by. He spotted the wolf and cautiously gave Sam a wide berth. Cas fingered the can of bear mace on his utility belt right next to his stun gun.

Sam hurried over and thrust the flowers at Cas, "Pretty flowers for a very pretty boy."

Cas took the roses, "They are lovely, thank you Sam Wolf but now I must hurry home to mother." It was hard to resist Sam; he was dressed as a proper gentleman with a silk top hat complete with ear holes cut out. He wore a dapper dove grey suit with a pale pink tie and diamond tie tack to match his earring.

Sam bent down and came nose to nose with little Cas, "Why in such a hurry? I would so enjoy showing you around the forest." He tried so hard to be good this time but a wolf can't change overnight. "I'd like to show you around my den…especially my bed and then eat your butt for hours," his tongue flicked the tip of Cas' nose, "until your virgin passage is nice and loose."

Cas unleashed a spray of bear mace right in Sam's eyes then kicked him in the crotch with his sneaker and screamed, "No means no!"

Sam rolled around on the ground holding his balls with one hand and rubbing his eyes with the other. He howled in pain and cursed little red riding Cas for what he had done.

Cas skipped quickly away as Sam snarled, "I'll get you, my pretty, and your little butt too!"

…..

Cas pranced through the lumberjack camp which was out of his way a bit but he so enjoyed the compliments the big, burly men yelled at him.

"I got twelve inches but I don't use it as a rule. For you I'll make an exception."

"We wanna pull a train on your caboose."

"I got a log for your dam."

And so forth and so on, the less imaginative lumberjacks simply yelled, "I want to have sex with you."

He was also called, candy ass, spinner boy, booty bait, hot pants, cock tease, little balls blue, twinkie dink and jail bait. Of course Cas simply smiled at them all, gave a happy wave and kept on skipping.

Someday his forays into the lumberjack camp would end in disaster.

…

Cas ran into their humble cottage and slammed the door behind him. His mother hurried out to see what the commotion was, "Darling you look terrified!"

"Mother a wolf wants to eat me!"

"Eat you?"

"Yes, eat my butt, I find that offensive and wasteful!"

Lupa set a plate of cookies and a glass of milk in front of her sweet but clueless son. She sat down and gave Cas all her attention, "Ok I'll bite, what do you mean by wasteful?"

Cas frowned in that adorable way of his as he played with a button on his blouse, "If I were a predator I would eat all of my prey not just its butt. The wolf spoke of virgin loose passages and all sorts of odd things I didn't understand."

She reached over and held his hand, "Honey did grandpa talk to you about being careful around men and wolves?"

"Yes."

Lupa gave her son just about the same frown, "Did you prance through that damn lumberjack camp again?"

"Yes…but mother they are always very friendly to me."

She sighed in frustration, "Milk carton…just like I predicted. You and I need to have a long talk young man."

…..

Sam had a pretty thing bouncing on his cock enthusiastically and although the sex was wonderful it still didn't have that mating sort of feel he was looking for. He just knew if he could get Cas in the sack that Sam would have a raucous good time.

The blonde ejaculated over the wolfs cut abs as he moaned, "Mister Wolf you are sooo big!"

Sam watched the limber blonde practically spring right off from his dick he was so eager to please, "Why thank you sweet little Timothy, hang on because I'm about to wrap this up." He lifted the boy up high with his hips and emptied his balls inside the tight channel.

Timothy collapsed on top of Sam who pushed the former virgin off onto his half of the silk bedding. "Time to wrap it up kid, I don't let anyone sleep over. Its school tomorrow and I won't be the downfall of your education."

Timothy walked his fingers down to the wolfs furry treasure trail, "Silly Mister Wolf, its summertime! I don't start…"

Sam clamped a hand over his pouty, pink lips, "Stop, don't tell me what grade you're in."

Timothy was in a pouty mood, "Age is just a number."

"Yeah well in your case 16 will get me 20. Get dressed and hit the road."

Timothy grumbled as he got dressed, "Fine…gotta pick out my Catholic school uniform for next month anyway."

Sam was twitching down below at the thought of Timothy wearing little navy shorts, a white shirt and plaid tie, "Seriously, you are going to Catholic school?"

He grabbed his well worn book bag with "St. Peter Prep" embroidered on it, "I'm never coming back here!" Sam countered with, "Fine, I already got your virginity so I don't care!"

Timothy stalked to the door with a parting jab, "They should just call you "Bad Wolf" and leave the word "big" out of it!"

"Don't let the door hit your deflowered ass on the way out Peter Prep!" When Sam stood Timothy squeaked like a mouse and scurried out the door.

Sam flopped backward on the bed dramatically even though there was no one to see him. He picked up his princess phone and dialed his sister, Charlie the Slightly Bad Wolf and invited her over to give him a ladies point of view because after all, in Sam's eyes, Cas was a bitch.

A short while later a petite wolf wearing black jeans and boots, a low slung studded belt and a tank top with Hello Kitty on the front stepped inside. "Hey loser its Charlie where are you?"

Her furry ginger ears perked up when she heard moaning and in the boudoir she found her brother Sam eating a quart of Hagen Paws ice cream in Vanilla Virgin flavor. "Good heavens man, you look like crap!"

Sam took another lick of the frozen confection and looked up at her with big, sad eyes, "Sister I need help."

TBC

A/N I do not own any part of nor am making money off Hello Kitty, any particular ice cream brand, Supernatural characters referenced or anything else in this chapter.