A/N: Hey guys, I'm back with another new story, this one is a slightly different one than we might have heard, it's a crossover between Supernatural and Beauty and the Beast taking place in the sort of same universe as both but with two slight little differences that most might not see coming. Anyway before I reveal too much let's get on with the story. I hope you enjoy it.

Too Much? Never!

Chapter 1

Dean Winchester was going to kill his little brother, and not in the figurative sense of the word.

No he was literally going to kill his little brother, Sam had mentioned something to him in passing a few months previous about some strange disturbances in some foreign countries where there had been sightings of black clouds of smoke and flickering lights then whole villages had burned and some had even started acting strange. At first after Dean had heard about the outbreaks, he had just pushed it aside, the sorts of places that his little brother had been implying seemed to be cross-country also known as places that couldn't be reached by car.

And if there was one thing that Dean hated anymore than there not being any pie in-front of him at a time when he wanted it, it was going anywhere foreign because the only way to reach those places was by plane and Dean hated flying, no sorry scratch that, Dean despised flying with every fibre of his being, and he would be hard done by to even think of getting on a plane to go anywhere.

So when Sam had mentioned it at first, yeah Dean had ignored it, thought it would never mater to him, yeah there might be demons in these other places and it was something that he was meant to deal with but there were other hunters out there more equipped and rearing to take the risk to jump onto a plane and go fight demons in other places but Dean was happy himself on his four wheels.

So would someone care enough to explain why Dean Winchester was currently standing petrified in the line for airport security at half past five on a Saturday morning when there were much better things or people he could be doing at this current hour of the day, for example, sleeping, woman, drinking some beer or the one he was focusing mostly on right now tipping as much Nair into his brother's bottle of shampoo as possible. Sam had awoken him at two o'clock that morning throwing him a clean shirt and jeans telling him to be ready to go in ten.

Thinking back on it right now, Dean was sure he would probably would have remembered Sam's conversations over the past few weeks if he hadn't been so cranky and drunk himself, he would probably have recalled Sam informing him of strange sightings of black eyes in a small area of France and how three other hunters from their area had went to check it out and hadn't returned, in-fact Dean was sure he would probably he lightly remembered Sam saying it was their turn and he was going to book flights for the both of them to go check it out but Dean had just been too drunk to remember any of the former conversation even though now he wished he could have went back in time and stopped Sam.

But where was he, ah yes Dean was going to kill his little brother literally, after awakening him at two this morning after he'd only had about one hour of sleep, Sam had came back to him ten minutes later, yanking at Dean's covers and whacking over the side of the head with a pile of papers telling him to get up now and finally Dean had agreed if only not to get hit by the papers again and had gotten up and dressed, brushing his teeth and fixing his hair in the broken motel mirror, wondering what the hell Sam was waking him up so early for.

It had absolutely become more clear when the two had started out on the road, Sam reading out the instructions on where they were meant to be going and after only five minutes or so, Dean became more aware that the two were approaching an airport.

When Dean had first pulled off onto the road towards the airport in question, he had looked away from the road for five seconds, turning his head to glare at his little brother before his attention turned again to the road ahead as with a last silent swear of hurt he was going to unleash upon his brother, Dean had parked in Lawrence Municipal Airport, going back to glare at Sam again as he turned his engine off.

His little brother knew how much he hated flying, he had seen that the last time Dean had been in an airport and yet here was Sam climbing out the car without any other concerns and walking round to the boot to collect their stuff without a care in the world, as if everything that Dean hated about flying and more wasn't currently staring him straight in the face because it was.

Eventually Dean had gotten out of the car, locking his baby carefully and holding onto the frame for a few seconds sending a silent prayer that he didn't really believe in that the plane wasn't going to go down.

And now almost three and a half hours later, Dean finally stood in the line for airport security after a lot of wailing and pointing and shaking heads from Dean and a patted shoulder and words of encouragement from Sam, his back sweating like crazy, his hands shaking and a large layer of sweat covering his forehead.

Sam had already told him off three time since they had been standing in line that if he continued on like this, security were definitely not going to let him on the plane for fear he was someone not to be trusted and that suited Dean well, well partly, partly he would quite gladly not go on said plane but at the same time, he wasn't going to allow his little brother to go to some foreign country where other hunters had went and ended up never coming back. He was just going to have to pluck up his courage and walk on.

A few minutes later, Dean was next in line and started taking off his shoes and socks, placing his bag down silently thanking that Sam had thought ahead and put all of their weapons and stuff into two suitcases he had borrowed from Bobby a few days earlier.

Eventually Dean moved it to the front of the line and walked through the metal detector, silently applauding when it didn't beep and he moved forward grabbing at his stuff as they rolled through the other side and he hurriedly stuck his shoes and socks back on as Sam came through next, Sam not beeping either and the younger walked over just as Dean was pulling his bag back onto his back and waiting patiently for Sam who had to check over everything a few hundred times.

After a good ten minutes, Sam and Dean were off again, walking towards their gate as Sam checked his tickets again and again, his brow furrowing in concentration until at long last they reached Gate 12 and Sam smirked a little.

"We're here" Sam said at long last, flopping down onto one of the squishy arm-chairs, carefully flopping his laptop bag down next to him whilst Dean sat opposite his brother, his leg beginning to twitch and hop slightly whilst trying his very hardest not to watch outside where all the planes were taking off and landing until five minutes later, Sam spoke up again.

"Dude, quit it" Sam kicked him lightly in the shin, a matter that Dean returned though not as lightly.

"Everyone here is scared of something, you're thing just happens to be flying."

Dean glared at Sam again, looking away from his little brother over to one side where two kids sat together playing with Lego and having fun whilst their mother paced back and forth obviously waiting for someone but Dean couldn't help but notice how someone seemed to be as wound up as he was.

In-fact, no-one at all was freaking out at all anywhere like him.

"Good morning all passengers flying outbound on Flight 757 to France, we would like to inform you that Gate 12 is now boarding starting with Row's A - G, I repeat Gate 12 is now boarding Row's A - G only, thank you" The intercom broke up a few times during the speech but there was no denying it, that voice had definitely said Gate 12. His Gate.

"Come Dean, that's us Row D" Sam stood up with a start, clapping Dean lightly on the leg and starting forward whilst all Dean could do was sit still for a few seconds whilst the words swirled round in his brain until a few minutes later he understood and jumped up, running after Sam just as the former reached the front desk and he put on a brave face. He was seriously going to kill Sam.

Fourteen Hours.

Dean had had to endure fourteen hours of a plane journey what with stopping in Chicago to change over to a connecting flight but all in all it had been fourteen long and excruciating hours but Dean was so happy to finally be on land once more, he had spent the first few hours of the flight humming a few Metallica and AC/DC songs to himself before being interrupted from his musings by Sam landing a elbow in his side to show him the news reports nearby from the papers of strange sightings in the area to which Dean had nodded and then fell asleep for the rest of the trip.

Now though Dean was feeling the effect of those long hours on his legs as they shook slightly with every step he took, Sam leading the way with map in hand whilst Dean walked behind, looking left and right at the things they were passing until everything just seemed to blur together and Dean had to look forward again, following on and dragging his suitcase behind him until at long last nearly an hour later, Sam stopped, Dean banging into him and taking a few steps back to get his balance again.

"We're here."

Dean looked around Sam's shoulder to see that they had arrived at some small provincial village, from what he could see there was a small bar, a baker's, a butcher's, a tiny book shop and in between them a few odd houses here and there but it was definitely something that looked like it should belong in some sort of sixteenth century fairy tale.

"But what exactly is here?" Dean asked, still looking around himself, wondering if something new would jump out at him and shout boo look at me but nothing did and so he just continued to stare around, a look of utter confusion etched on his face before finally pulling his cell phone out of his pocket.

Looking at his phone, Dean could see straight away that he had no signal, none at all, it was even saying system error on his phone, where in the hell were they and what in the hell was going on?

Those were two questions that Dean really wanted answered and he wanted them answered now.

A/N: So guys there you have it, the end of the first chapter of my brand new story with a twist, what did you think? Leave me a little review letting me know what you think and what you think might happen next and I'll see you guys next time with Chapter 2. Enjoy!

Until next time,

HeyAssbutt21