A/N: Hi guys, I hope you enjoyed everything that happened in part 1 of the Love Will Find A Way series but now we must move on to part 2 where is a little more of a problem due to something that no-one else expected, what will it be and will our heroes be able to take care of it all without losing another of their number? Let's find out in A Tale As Old As Time. Unlike Too Much where it mostly Dean and Sam who took most of the Point of views, this story will be focusing more on Stanley and LeFou and even some Sam and Dean but Stanley will be our main point of view.


A Tale As Old As Time

Prologue

2nd June 2017

Stanley wasn't sure how exactly it had started just that he awoken much like before in sweat and with tears rolling down his face, cold against his flushed face and yet they too turned too hot after a while.

He couldn't still quiet believe it. It had been about a month since he had returned from his stint in the eighteen hundreds of central France in a small little village named Villeneuve. It had also been a month since he had realised that he didn't belong in the eighteen hundreds and in-fact belonged in the present time with his friends and loved ones.

Well at least that was what he had told himself on occasion before he had left.

He could still remember it as clear as day.


Flashback

30th May 2017

It had been only a few days since LeFou had awoken and become aware of Gaston falling to his death because of the events from the battle and the demon.

Stanley and Sam were sitting in the shade of a small cafe, Stanley nursing a cappuccino whist Sam had opted for an ice-cream float, something that Stanley had chuckled slightly at but still loved him for.

They had been spending a lot of time together since they had gotten back to the present and had been more able to go out in public and hold hands, even kiss without anyone saying something bad about them.

The first day after LeFou had awoken, the three of them had taken a visit to a small, local funeral home to discuss some sort of funeral plans for Gaston; since there wasn't any body since it still belonged in the eighteen hundreds where he had died it was going to be more difficult but at the same time, LeFou needed some sort of closure especially since he was pregnant with Gaston's child.

That statement from LeFou had rendered both him and Sam speechless, he had in no way been expecting it at all and to hear it from his best friend who hadn't even ever told him that he was even able to get pregnant was a whole new level of what the hell.

It seemed that LeFou was born in a different way, this being he was born with both male and female organs and so thus was able to conceive a child in some or other, Stanley still wasn't sure on the mechanics but LeFou was now pregnant.

The afternoon of the first day had them driving to a small clinic downtown just to double check on LeFou's pregnancy and it had been confirmed, LeFou was very much pregnant and he was also _ months pregnant too.

He had been put on strict new rules and regimes that he would have to follow for the first few weeks until the doctor's could say for sure what was going on with the pregnancy, a lot of male pregnancies could still go wrong at an early stage so they would have to keep an eye on him and make him rest until they knew for sure that the baby was out of the danger zone.

After that, LeFou - or as he was now more commonly called by, Lay or Layfay since Layfay was his actual name and Lay, a nickname that Stanley had made up upon first befriending the other man - would be free to do things as he normally did them but he had to make sure he didn't get too majorly stressed out or do something to put strain on the baby.

And Stanley and Sam were to keep an eye on him, something that Stanley was perfectly happy about and even Sam did too but the next day, Sam asked him to meet him at the little cafe in the afternoon so they could talk and Stanley had agreed, hesitatingly, he knew exactly what the word 'talk' meant, it was the equivalent to I love you but things are hard and it's not you, it's me and we need to break up so I can find myself.

So now Stanley was sitting across from Sam at one of the little tables outside, just watching the other man and waiting for the moment that his whole world might come crashing down around him.

"Stan" Sam finally spoke up after playing with his spoon for half an hour and looking into his eyes, he looked terrified at what he had to say but like he also had to be brave otherwise he wouldn't get the words out. "I need to go back to America, me and Dean are needed back there plus our family is there."

Stanley could only stare at Sam, the hurt and betrayal evident on his face, had Sam really just said that he didn't think of Stanley as his family after what had happened between them.

"I mean of course I'm going to miss it here, you guys are the greatest and I'm so grateful to have met yous but my life is back over there, being a hunter, that's what I was born to do."

Stanley looked away from Sam, feeling childish as tears started to appear in his eyes that he was trying his hardest not to show and failing miserably at, thankfully or not so, Sam seemed to notice it straight away and he put his hand onto of Stanley's own, causing the other man to look back up at him again, wondering what else exactly he could say.

"I'll come back and visit, it's not like it's goodbye forever."

Stanley shook his head and pulled his hand away from that of Sam's own, trying to ignore the hurt look on Sam's face.

"No, it's just goodbye until you decide to come back to see us, you keep on acting like I'm some of delicate doll that might break if I fall from a high shelf but I'm not and you should know that. I want to come with you."

"No" Sam sat forward, grabbing for his hand again but Stanley kept it out of reach, not willing to let Sam see what he had done to him in such a small space of time, "you can't, I don't know what I'd do if you got killed plus Lay needs you."

Stanley snapped at that, snarling that Sam couldn't tell him what do for the rest of his life and that he was capable of making his own decisions.

He had promptly left, not even willing to let Sam explain himself and made sure to ignore Sam for the next few days before and Dean were due to leave, declining his calls, closing the door in his face and even going as far as to not venture out anywhere unless he really had to.

Sam and Dean had left a few days later, Stanley still feeling too hurt to face the other man had voted to stay at home whilst a few other people par LeFou - as he was still on bed rest - went to wish them goodbye and good luck.

That had been the hardest day of his life.


It had now been just over a month since Sam had left and left him behind, he had been subjected to constant nightmares over the past few weeks of something happening to Sam on a hunt and him dying left alone and he would have his hand halfway to the phone when he would remember that if Sam had died, Dean would have at least called them and informed them.

So instead he had taken to awakening from the nightmares, the tears rolling down his face whilst his whole body felt like it was on fire before he would give up on sleep no matter what time it was and slip out of bed, walking into the kitchen to grab a glass of water and look out the window at the sunless French sky around him - it was usually always around two am he awoke and he would stay awake until seven when he would jump in for a shower, get dressed, check on his roommate LeFou and then head out to work - wondering slightly to himself where Sam was and if he was thinking of him.

This morning was no different than any other morning, Stanley awoke at two am as usual, the tears rolling and his whole body feeling like it was fire so he slipped out of bed, walking carefully into the kitchen and grabbing a small glass from the cabinet above his head and filling it with water from the fridge before going to look out of the window at the dark skies around him.

Sipping at his water, Stanley took a couple of minutes to calm his breathing and run through his reoccurring nightmare in his head, it was always the same one, he would see Sam standing on-top of a tower walking towards him, something would come crashing out of the shadows, attacking and grabbing at Sam and the both of them would go over the other end of the tower plummeting over seventy feet below and Stanley would wake up before they would hit the ground in tears and his whole body feeling like it was on fire.

Eventually taking a little seat at the table that he and LeFou had in their shared kitchen, Stanley sat his glass of water down onto the table top, drumming his fingers on the table and wondering if this time he should just do it, if he should just phone Sam and get it over with.

Pulling his phone out of his pyjama shorts pocket - he had gotten his phone back when they had returned from the past and he realised just how much he missed it - unlocking the screen and staring down at his Call Log, wondering if he should just hit the call button.

"Gaston..." The sudden yell from LeFou's room Stanley jump slightly, throwing his phone onto the table and jumping up, running along to his best friend's room.

This unfortunately was also a regular occurrence in their little house; ever since Gaston had fallen to his death and LeFou had found out he was pregnant, the other man had been suffering from a myriad of horrible nightmares, awakening in tears and calling for Gaston who was never there and Stanley would just hug his friend, soothing his hair and getting him to calm down and telling him it would all be okay.

But even Stanley had known that wasn't true, there was no way it could be, how could it when the one thing in their own lives that had made them happy was gone.

Stanley had had Sam and he had left, leaving Stanley alone to deal with the aftermath of everything whilst LeFou had had Gaston and Gaston had left too but under different circumstances.

Today was no different as Stanley ran into his friend's room, seeing he was now awake and softly crying into his pillow so Stanley crawled into the bed beside him, wrapping the blanket tighter around his friend and hugging him, pulling him close and once again just before starting to sooth his head and whisper into his ear that it was all going to be okay.

And whilst Stanley had no idea whether or not that was actually true, he had to believe in it, he had to be strong for them, especially as there was something much worse still to come.


A/N: End of the Prologue, what did you guys think? Hope you are already enjoying part 2 and are looking forward to the first chapter, there will be some flashbacks in this story but I will make sure to say when it is a flashback and most of the time the flashback will be in italics so will be easy enough to notice. Anyway hope you have enjoyed reading and let me know what you thought and I'll see you again soon for Chapter 1.

Until next time,

HeyAssbutt21.