A/N: Hey guys, I'm finally getting around to posting chapter 2 of my new Supernatural and Beauty and the Beast crossover story, exciting stuff and I hope you guys enjoyed chapter one and are just as eager as me to find out what happens next though I already know so I'll be excited to know what you think about what is happening so anyway enough of me and my ramblings. Chapter 2 is a go.


Chapter 2

It had been two long and seriously overly demanding hours, two hours in which he and Sam had looked up the name of their hotel, found it and dropped off their stuff then headed back the way they had originally come, to the small, blink and you'll miss it, village in the middle of nowhere, France.

If Dean hadn't been tired and cranky already, this was reaching an all new low, he was tired and cranky and he was lost, from what he could see, there was no-one exiting in town and even the few residents he did see were all dressed up in horribly old timely clothes with big ruffles and corsets, the men having swords on their person whilst the woman did all the work and lived a sort of boring life, so Dean was definitely tired and cranky and lost above everything else that was wrong not just with himself, but with the whole place, something just seemed off.

"Sammy" Dean grabbed Sam around the arm, causing the younger but taller man to stumble slightly, turning in the next second to look at him.

"Is it just me or is place kind of well you know old?" Dean couldn't believe how much he really had pointed out the obvious, yes it did look old but that hadn't been the word he had been originally looking for, it was strange, almost like there was some sort of change in space and time, a sort of shift in the time continuum.

Sam looked around him, frowning for a few seconds, almost like he hadn't noticed the strange behaviour when they had first entered the village whilst Dean could only watch, waiting for Sam to click his fingers or whatever he did and come up with the answer to what ever the hell was happening here.

"Okay Dean, I know you're tired but just cause this place is slightly different, it doesn't mean it's old or anything, this must be some sort of costume period day for these guys and they're just sticking to the script."

Dean stared back at his brother, jaw slacked slightly, was his little brother really that dim to the going's on here to blame it on some sort of festival, the village had four shops if lucky and no bathroom in sight, the place even had chickens and pigs roaming around on their own, that wasn't to do with some sort of festival, this was actually real and this was happening.

"Oh come on Sammy, you don't really believe that do you? These creepazoids are actually doing this, this isn't some sort of day thing, it's a whole thing and it's weird and..." Dean finally turned around to the man who had been staring at him since he had entered the village and gave him his best glare "Will you give it a break and find something better to look at buddy."

"Dude..." Sam seemed to almost come to his rescue here, giving the man a small hand of apology and a small smile before turning back to Dean "Calm down, we need to not stick out if we have to find out what this might be and shouting and screaming doesn't really go hand in hand with camouflage."

Dean shook his head, ignoring his brother and instead took another quick look around the village, finally clapping a hand on Sam's shoulder, turning his little brother around to face what he had found.

The pub that he had seen earlier when they had first arrived was looking more inviting now, the doors were no longer bared shut and talking and laughter seemed to be coming from within.

"Dean, we're in the middle of a very serious investigation here, we can't just... hey..."

Sam didn't get to finish his sentence as Dean started across the path, walking further and further towards the pub, all whilst ignoring his brother who in the next second caught up to him and grabbed his arm just as he reached the doors.

"Are you really sure this is such a good idea?" Sam looked at him, giving him one of his younger brother pointed, I'm sure there's something not right here and we shouldn't just barge into somewhere without an actual back-up plan but Dean rolled his eyes again, pushing his brother's hand off his arm.

"Come on Sammy, lighten up anyone who knows anything always heads to the nearest watering hole and we've found ours, this could be a way to get some answers to everything here and don't you think it'd just be amazing to find out the truth about this place and get back to Kansas and hunting monsters as soon as possible?"

Dean could see he had struck a nerve here, Sam's mouth turned down into a small frown again, a hand coming up to rest on his chin, scratching at it thoughtfully for a few moments whilst looking around his surroundings, almost like he were trying to decipher if they were safer out in the land of crazy or inside where it would most likely be warm and they'd be more likely to get answers.

"Okay fine, we'll go in but just five minutes, get some answers and then head back to the hotel, got it?"

Dean nodded, a small smirk playing across his face as at last, he reached out, grabbing hold of the door handle and pulling it open, immediately being engulfed in the smell of alcohol and warm air as he stepped inside, Sam following close behind and hearing a little bit more of what they had heard outside but instead of talking, it sounded more like...

Dean and Sam headed forwards, taking the stairs down into the pub two at a time and stopped dead at the sight before them.

There was a big crowd, some men and some woman, all in the middle of singing and wearing all the same strange clothing that Dean was sure he had seen the others wearing outside but this crowd seemed to be gathered for something else entirely whilst in the middle of it all stood two men, one tall and well built with long sleek black hair that was pulled back into a ponytail, handsome features and in the middle of wrapping his arms from behind around the shoulder of another man, this one slightly smaller and more on the dumpy side but his brown hair was too pulled back into a ponytail and he had a massive grin on his face as he leaned into the other man's embrace for a few seconds too long to be normal.

The shorter man suddenly turned his head up to look at the other man and Dean froze, were they about to kiss in this big crowd of people, not that Dean minded two same sex couples, he just wasn't too sure if everyone else here would feel the same way, sure it could be just a day thing and the two could just be putting on a show for the gathered crowd but Dean was very sure it wasn't anything like that.

"Too much?" The smaller man spoke, his voice slightly high pitched and entertained before the taller of the two men leaned forward, clapping the other on the shoulders and smirking slightly.

"Yup."

The accent was unlike anything that Dean had heard before, it sounded definitely very tough and thick but neither of the two sounded french at all and if Dean was right in thinking, most people in France spoke French so why the sudden change in things here but before he had much more than a second or two to think, the smaller of the two men broke away from the hug and hurried over to one side of the room, dropping some change into someone's hand, the crowd raising their glasses all as one and starting out in a chorus of something that sounded like they were talking about some guy named Gaston and the taller guy whom Dean was going to guess was this Gaston guy was enveloping all the attention and showing off just what exactly he could do.

Dean turned his head slightly to his younger brother to see that the other was standing in the same position as Dean himself, a confused look on his face and watching the small man dancing around the room whilst Gaston seemed to take more of the lead now and was pretending to do some hunting, crouched slightly and smirking at everyone within the room.

"Sammy, I really don't think we're in Kansas anymore" Dean whispered to his younger brother, jumping slightly on his face when there came a sudden shot from a gun that Gaston had just fired, Dean not able to keep everything in his sight as one second, Gaston was jumping off the table and the next second he was back on it and dancing with two very good looking girls who seemed very flattered to be in the middle of it all.

The dancing seemed to continue on a for a few minutes before turning into a fully fledged sword fight, Gaston taking on three guys all at once and donning a red cloak that seemed to just move with him as he jumped from table to table, Dean watching in disbelief and awe, this guy was good but no-one could really be that good.

Gaston seemed to stop suddenly, pointing his sword up towards the ceiling with another massive smirk and before his very eyes it just seemed to continue on, the smaller of the two men getting back onto the table again and Gaston joining him in the middle of it, boasting about himself and dancing around the table with the other man again who seemed far too eager and happy for anyone that Dean had ever met to be treated the way he just had by Gaston himself, getting thrown slightly over the room and pushed aside or pushed out of the way.

The crowd gathered once again, chanting in song with Gaston and the smaller man whilst Gaston started to jump from table to table, getting handed something that Dean was pretty sure was an old century tankard and he took a large gulp from it before running a hand through his hair before being upstaged by the smaller man who stood to attention and cleared his throat, Dean risking a quick glance to Sam who was still watching the whole thing in vivid disbelief and amusement, his eyes darting from side to side to take everything in.

"And his name's GAS T I believe there's another T"

Dean grimaced slightly, this guy was doing a very bad job of trying to spell out a name and it got worse in the next seconds.

"It just occurred to me that I'm illiterate and I've never actually had to spell out loud before..."

Oh gosh, Dean thought to himself as he noticed Gaston start to smirk again as the crowd began to sing his name again and with a finale few steps or so Dean hoped was the case, the smaller of the two men began to dance again, hoping from table to table like Gaston, a lot less gracefully than the other man and just before he reached the last table, the man lost his footing, seemed to spin in the air for a few seconds and the next second, he landed rather ungracefully on the floor sliding back a few feet as he went and hitting Dean's foot slightly, Dean staring down in horror as the small man, turned his head up to stare at him.

"Oh, Hi there. You must be new. I'm LeFou."


A/N: Oh LeFou, what a way to make a first impression, so guys what did you think? Did you love it or did you hate it? Hopefully it was the first one and you're now eagerly awaiting chapter 3 with bated breath and wondering what's going to happen next and why Dean is watching Gaston so intently, does he think something is up with Gaston or does he think that Gaston is something else? Find out soon and don't forget to leave me a little review with what you think might happen next and I'll see you all again next time for Chapter 3.

Until next time,

HeyAssbutt21