A/N: Hey guys so I'm finally back with Chapter 3 of this story, last chapter we left off with Sam and Dean about to meet Samantha Leigh , Lay's daughter and Sam still hasn't seen Stanley yet, what's going to happen I wonder, let's find out.

Chapter 3

Belle's P.O.V.

I smiled as Samantha Leigh came running towards us, her long black hair tied back firmly into a ponytail that swished back and forth as she ran whilst I saw that once again she wore a pink t-shirt with a picture of a monkey on the front and a pair of faded blue denim jeans that were falling off her slim frame with a pair of pink dolly shoes that were sliding off her heels.

I really felt for this beautiful little girl, she had so much more to offer but because Lay wasn't able to do much lately, Samantha had to make do with what she had.

"Hi Samantha Leigh" I bent down to her level, kneeling carefully on my knees and bringing her in for a hug, feeling her bones through her t-shirt, obviously Lay had forgotten about breakfast this morning again.

"How are you my darling?" I let go of her to look into her brown eyes, a strange mixture of Gaston and Lay's eye colour and I had to blink a few times to remind myself who I was talking to.

"I'm fine Auntie Belle. Uncle Stanley is taking me to get pancakes."

From where I was standing, I could see right away how Sam's face pulled down into a very uncomfortable look, his shoulders hunched together more and he even started slowly moving from foot to foot, obviously anxious, not that I could blame him, well not fully at least.

I had to say if it had been me in this predicament I would be very anxious and scared about seeing said person again but the main question on my own and everyone else's minds that neither Stanley or Sam had ever seemed to answer was why had they broken up in the first place.

Whenever I had asked Stanley about it, he would jam his fingers in his ears and starting loudly singing off key until I would change the subject or leave him alone whilst Sam on the other hand at first had just ignored me pointed to something interesting in the village, when he had still been here and after he had left, he would log off whatever media site we were speaking on or not text back for hours on end.

So to say that I was confused and annoyed was an understatement, I was furious at the both of them and I really just wanted to smash the both of their heads together but unfortunately that would be better saved for Lay, another unfortunate thing, Lay was currently of no help to anyone, not even himself.

"Just you and Uncle Stanley honey? Isn't your daddy going too?"

I knew even before I asked the question what the answer was going to be but hearing it said from a little girl's mouth especially when she was only one always got me close to tears and I had to make sure that Sam and Dean knew I wasn't kidding on when I spoke about how bad Lay currently was.

"No, he said he's not hungry but Uncle Stanley said he's not eaten anything in months and that Gaston wouldn't want him to get in this sort of pickle just because of him but then he got all angry and started shouting at everybody. Did I do something wrong Auntie Belle?"

I noticed right away towards the end of her sentence how Samantha Leigh's voice began to break and her eyes started to take on a rather glassy look, filling with tears that I didn't want to see fall so instead I pulled the younger girl towards me, wrapping my arms around her and giving her a big tight squeeze.

"No, you didn't do anything wrong honey. I promise you that one."

Samantha Leigh looked up into my my eyes, blinking back fresh tears and even shooting me a watery smile.

"Really Auntie Belle?"

I nodded and hugged her close again, rubbing the back of her head and kissing her forehead.

"I promise my little darling. Now why don't you wait here with Uncle Adam and Dean whilst me and Sam go check on your daddy okay honey?"

I noticed right away how Samantha Leigh looked up from my waist, staring around at Sam and Dean with a rather quizzical yet intrigued look upon her small features.

"Auntie Belle, who are they? That man is really tall."

Samantha pointed at Sam, me chuckling under my breath as I realised that Samantha didn't actually know the man behind her namesake or his brother, Dean.

"Well honey, that there" I pointed to Dean first who smiled softly at Samantha Leigh "Is Dean Winchester, he's a friend of your daddy's from before you were born and that tall man as you put it is brother, Sam Winchester."

I noticed within a few seconds how Samantha pointed to herself and then Sam before staring back around and up at me.

"Sam has the male version of my name." She smiled wide and I nodded, patting her head as she slowly seemed to be warming towards the two newcomers.

I quickly asked Samantha Leigh again if she was okay with me leaving her alone with Adam and Dean for a few minutes until me and Sam got back or Stanley arrived to fetch her, Samantha nodding this time and running over to Adam, pulling on his arm with a cry of 'Upsie's Uncle Adam', Adam quickly relenting and pulling her up onto his waist.

I chuckled again, giving Adam a quick kiss on the cheek whilst I saw Sam and Dean exchange a strange look between each other and then we were off.

Sam's P.O.V.

We arrived at LeFou's house a few minutes later, the journey taking a lot shorter time than I had originally thought and two seconds later, my eyes were taking in the very unkempt garden, weeds grown nearly as long as the grass it surrounded which in itself looked like it hadn't been mowed on months, there was even a stack of mail sitting both in and around the over-flowing letter box with items dating back to just a few months ago too.

Stopping in-front of the rather large, white door with it's peeling paint, I could see that even the house itself looked like it hadn't been cleaned in months, the windows were thick with grime and dust giving off the appearance that nobody had been living in the house for many years but I knew differently.

LeFou was currently inside this very house, probably curled up under two heavy comforters, a jacket that smelled like Gaston and about a hundred other items that would all remind him of the man who currently lay at the bottom of a mansion very much dead.

Turning to Belle, ready to question how exactly we were going to get into the house, I noticed that Belle was no longer paying any attention to me and instead was rummaging about in her little orange purse, two seconds later retrieving a brass metal key from inside and carefully inserting it into the lock, turning the key, the door creaking as it was unlocked and flew open, bathing the main hall in a layer of more dust and little light.

I carefully walked into the main hall, Belle marching in behind me and closing the door behind her, the wood creaking once again as it was moved whilst I looked around the house at large.

At one time, this house had probably been a brilliant and lively place, lights shinning in the main hall that lead off to a large living room, the room containing what looked like a fifty two inch television hanging carefully on the wall covered in thick layers of dust from what I cold see anyway.

Belle walked past me, ascending the stairs and I followed her, wondering just what exactly we were going to walk into.

A few minutes later we had arrived outside one of the many bedrooms it seemed in this overly large house, the white door contained only a small brass plaque pinned to the top that read 'Gaston and Lay's room'.

I looked around at Belle to see that she was shrugging at me this time, almost as if unsure of what to do and this was going to be my chance to try and get through to LeFou.

I knocked carefully on the door once, twice and was about to go for a third time when I heard a voice so void of emotion and so unlike LeFou it actually rendered me speechless for a few minutes.

"Go away..."

I held strong and knocked again softly on the door this time, not wanting to hear that distraught and cold voice but also knowing that if I didn't say or do something soon that LeFou might just end up worse than he currently was.

"Leave me alone.." There was break in LeFou's voice this time, almost like he was unable to hold back more of the tears this time around and he was sinking deeper.

It hurt me to think that my best friend was on the other side of that door, hurting and I couldn't do anything to stop it, it was horrible.

I knocked on the door again, this time not allowing LeFou a minute to tell me to go away or leave him alone, "LeFou, I mean Lay. It's me, it's Sam. Can I come in?"

"No..." The answer was short and sweet but filled with much resentment and anger. I was surprised, what exactly had I done to deserve this, I hadn't made Gaston fall to his death but I had hurt the person who was meant to be his best friend so I guess there was always that.

I turned my head around to Belle who once again was digging around in her little bag before producing another key, this one gold metal in colour and within two seconds she had handed me the key, nudging me to unlock the door.

I stared back at her, giving her a look that just seemed to ask 'are you crazy' there was no way in hell that I was unlocking this door when LeFou was holding such a heavy grudge against me, I might step into the room and be beaten down just by his eyes boring holes into my own.

Belle sighed and rolled her eyes, yanking the key out of my hand with a mutter of 'stop being such a child' and no more than a second later, she had grabbed the door handle with her free right hand, using the other to put the key into the lock and turning it once, twice before I heard a soft click on the other side of the frame.

Belle pulled the handle down, softly opening the door, it's loud creak echoing through the too quiet hall and a few minutes later, I had to hold back a gasp as my eyes took in the sight of LeFou lying on his side, away from the door curled up under a thick layer of blankets and he even had his arms curled around a thick black leather jacket, it lying half on the pillow next to LeFou and half in the man's arms held as tightly to his chest as he could without ripping or tearing the material.

Stepping further into the room, I could see how much like Gaston and LeFou the room itself was, a series of DVD's adorned one wall, a mixture of horror, romance and Sci-Fi with a small television and DVD player sitting atop a chest of drawers just next to it.

On the other side of the room there was a brown board pinned to the wall, ticket stubs from a few different movies adoring it along with quite a number of pictures of Gaston and LeFou, one of them sitting together in a small booth painted red, Gaston's arm around LeFou's waist whilst the other man blushed, his face turned upwards towards Gaston and sticking his tongue out at the other man, another had Gaston sitting atop a motorcycle, one foot on the ground whilst LeFou sat behind him, his arms wrapped around his waist and a massive smile on his face, he looked so happy...

"Can I help you with something?... Or would you rather just stare at my pictures some more?"

I jumped at hearing LeFou's voice again, this time with more hurt and a little bit more emotion in it but the eyes that were locked on me now were cold and dead, none of the LeFou I had met before was there, he was just like a whole completely different person.

"LeFou, I want to help you. We are so worried about you..."

"Don't you dare even think about saying Gaston wouldn't want to see me like this, I'll never know what Gaston might be thinking right now will I? And it's all because of you and your stupid brother. If you guys had never came here, none of this would have happened and my Gaston would still alive. And nothing you can say or do can change that."

And it seemed that was the end of that.

A/N: End of Chapter 3. Sorry guys, I'm kind o evil again. Stanley wasn't in this chapter but he was mentioned. Next Chapter we will be seeing what the next thing to do is for our heroes and will LeFou ever forgive Sam, keep reading to find out.

Until next time,

HeyAssbutt21.