A/N: So hey guys since it's been a while since I last updated, I thought I might be nice and update the next chapter too to give you more to read and enjoy so here we go guys.
Previously On Too Much? Never!
Dick despite his name was actually a very much loved and well respected man despite everyone thinking he was simply the equivalent of his name.
things begun to change, the first big thing he began to notice was how short his fuse was
Wasn't that the point of Gaston, Dick thought to himself, watching how easily LeFou seemed to engage in conversation with anyone who passed by his table and continue to eat his food as if it was no problem, wasn't Gaston in charge to tell him just what exactly he should do and when, Dick had a feeling that it wasn't exactly the nicest thing to say but at the same time, it was true, he knew that LeFou could do nothing without Gaston.
Dick retreated into the shadows, continuing to watch carefully as LeFou finished off his meal, sipping a glass of wine before placing the items onto the bar top where the barman took them from the other man with a small smile and a thank you and LeFou left on his way, leaving Dick alone in the shadows, wondering just how exactly LeFou could work by himself.
"Ha. Got you."
"LeFou? To what do I owe the pleasure of your company on this night?"
"Okay, well you see the thing is I was at the tavern earlier after Gaston left and I felt like someone was watching me in the moments before I left to come here and I need only ask, do you think that Dick has been acting strange lately. It's just beginning to scare me how he looks at me and even Gaston lately like he is trying to read our minds."
Another scream, this one more blood curdling and anguished than the first one and I just knew deep down what had happened.
Someone had just been murdered.
Chapter 9
Sam's P.O.V.
No-one could really say for certain of what happened in the hours following the screams of pain and anguish of the crying woman with kids who had been the one to find the body, not even after Stanley had ran outside to see what was happening and had returned as I came into the room, acting like I hadn't been listening in was beyond my usual amount that I could take.
Stanley looked for a word shocked, his face was pale as a ghost, he was shaking and his hair was even dropping down.
LeFou had jumped into action straight away, backing Stanley onto a chair and telling him to sit still whilst he ran into the kitchen to fetch some water.
I kneeled in-front of Stanley, gripping his hand in my own and giving it a small squeeze that seemed to snap him out of his thoughts for a few seconds but then he was back under again, staring straight ahead with a look of utter disbelief etched across his features and seeming to be trying to say something but his voice box didn't seem to want to cooperate so instead he would open his mouth a little bit, kind of shake his lips a little before snapping his mouth closed again and shake his head.
LeFou returned a few moments later with the water in a plastic cup and helped Stanley drink down a couple of glasses of water before Stanley finally snapped himself out of his daze once again and looked at myself and LeFou, tears beginning to form in his eyes.
"It was Dick. I don't know how or why but he's dead, oh god Dick is dead. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god."
Two Weeks Later
Stanley's P.O.V.
The funeral had been set and many showed up to remember Dick, one of the many men that I had gotten on with, he had always been such a nice guy, even to me and he always had a funny joke to tell and a different way of doing things from other people.
But then he had started to act different, almost if there was something wrong with him but me and Tom brushed it off, telling him that it was nothing to worry about and now he was dead. Yeah that was definitely something to worry about.
I still couldn't believe that he was actually gone, he had been found by his wife outside Gaston's weapons room, his eyes completely burned out and a silver looking thing poking out of his chest that I didn't really understand.
Gaston and Dean had arrived back a few days after Dick's body had been discovered, Gaston immediately going to check up on LeFou whilst Sam and Dean walked off to a corner, whispering together and I bristled slightly, what were they talking about that they couldn't tell me?
I was one of Dick's closest friends, I should know why the two were whispering together, it wasn't like I didn't know about different ways to kill people, I had read books before in my life but never before had I heard of anything quite like what was happening to Dick and so I had pushed the whispering to the back of my mind and instead focused myself on Dick's funeral.
Dick was buried in the old church graveyard a couple of weeks later, surrounded by his closest friends and family, even Gaston had shown up though I suspected that LeFou had been mostly to do with that last factor seeing as how Gaston and Dick had never actually been all that close.
Now thought that the funeral was over and things were starting to move on, I had started to notice a few things, for one even though I had seen him in the village the day before the funeral, Tom had failed to show up for the funeral itself which struck me as odd.
Tom and Dick had always been thick as thieves, the two even grew up together before they moved to the village and I had met them both when I had moved to the village myself after my parents had kicked me out and disowned me, I know what you might be thinking, why would a man like myself move to such a small village when you've just been kicked out from a small house I bet from your parents and everything.
Well you see this village gave me a sense of closure, it was small and nothing really big ever happened here so I wasn't expecting anything to jump out and kick me in the stomach like my parents disapproval like that.
Of course I had been expecting it, well kind of but mostly just expecting it, my parents were straight to the book christian's and anything that you did that was against the bible was immediately seen as sin and earned you either a horn on your door for three weeks - no joke - or just a simply kicking out of the house.
So it really shouldn't have come as much of a surprise when on my eighteenth birthday I myself was kicked out of my home after my parents found me playing seven minutes in heaven with a guy, yep you heard that right, I Stanley am gay and actually rather proud of it despite my parents trying to literally fry it out of me for years before they just gave up and kicked me out once I was old enough.
So yeah moving to a place as small as Villenueuve was the best decision I had made in my whole life, it got me away from my parents and their rules of how I should be living my life but it also gave the chance to try out some new things for myself too and see what I liked.
The first thing I had come to notice was that I was a great cook, I had occasionally had to cook my own dinners if my parents were away out at their meetings with the church club and since my parents favourite motto was nothing learned is nothing gained so I had taken it upon myself to start learning, otherwise I would certainly starve. I found out rather quickly that I actually excelled at cooking and it quickly became a pastime of mine.
Then when I had moved to the village, I had put my skill to use and cooked dinners for myself then even Tom and Dick and their wives and kids and then when Gaston and LeFou had moved to town, I had started to make meals for them too and started going to the bookstore where I would speak to Pere Robert for a few hours about any new cook books he might have in store and whilst it was very few and far between, I still loved learning all the new recipes and making them to perfection even offering my services to Sam and Dean when they came calling.
The second thing I learned about myself in my parents house was about my sexuality, I had known for a good few years before-hand, how I would look at guys differently from girls and even how I enjoyed girls fashion a lot more than boys should even going as far as to wear a dress once in my own house and parade around, finally feeling free and enjoying every minute of it so after I had kissed a boy and rather enjoyed it too and then been caught by my parents and thrown out of my house, I had ran straight back into my little closet.
Upon arriving at Villenueuve, I found out straight away that if I was going to live here and be true to myself, I had to come out and tell my friends the truth so I had opened up to Tom and Dick who welcomed me with open arms and told me that they didn't care what I was as long as I was myself, the next person I had opened up to was LeFou, a few weeks after he and Gaston had moved to the village, and I had been pleasantly surprised to find out he was gay too and helplessly in love with his best-friend and war partner, Gaston.
I had found it rather cute and so I had plotted to help LeFou out, pretending to flirt with LeFou in order to see if Gaston would get jealous and in that time, I began to grow attracted to LeFou, noticing how he smiled a lot and even how he always played with the ribbon in his hair and stuttered a lot when he was nervous.
It led to me confessing my attraction to LeFou one night when I was drunk in the tavern and he had nodded said okay and kissed me and I had felt... nothing...
Not even a hint of a spark, nothing there to even suggest that we might be in partnership so I had moved on, aware that my attraction to LeFou had been a lot of time spent with him and how he flirted with me and how I had never really felt real love for someone before so I had mistaken our growing and budding friendship with LeFou as something more.
Then a while later, LeFou and Gaston had gotten together and I had found myself very happy for LeFou but jealous too that he had found someone when I had to live vicariously through his and Gaston's relationship as it developed and grew, even being the first one to know after he and Gaston had slept together for the first time.
And so it continued, me excited to hear about every new little thing about LeFou and Gaston's relationship, priding myself on remembering every little detail but then that had all changed when Sam Winchester had came into my life, he had been perfect and I could remember standing in the tavern drinking a tankard of whiskey with Tom and Dick when he had walked in, whilst LeFou was adding more and more levels to Gaston's ego by singing yet another song about him.
I had started to laugh silently, ready to tell Tom and Dick my funny joke when I saw his confused face and puppy dog eyes and it was in that moment that I fell in love with him despite not even knowing his name or anything about him and before you say it, no this wasn't like LeFou, this was new and different and someone I would really like to get to know better.
So I had started getting to know him better, spending a lot of time with him and less time with Tom and Dick, finding a sheer weird and wonderful connection with Sam that I had never felt before.
And the feelings grew and grew, even hitting boiling point after I had found Dick's dead body and he had held my hand and told me with his eyes it was all going to be okay and I believed him.
Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah so Tom and Dick had been thick as thieves but yet the other man hadn't shown up to the funeral and come to think of it, I hadn't even seen the other man since before Dick's funeral so it was safe to say that a few days after Dick's funeral as myself, Sam, Dean, Gaston and LeFou all sat in the tavern together talking and remembering Dick that it had been very strange indeed to see Tom running into the tavern, looking very out of breath and sweaty and tears running down his face.
"Oh my god, I just heard about Dick. I was out of town and I only got back this morning. Oh Stanley" And Tom had collapsed onto me whilst Gaston, LeFou, Sam and Dean had looked on in both wonder and slight amusement and even a little bit of annoyance from Gaston as Tom began to cry, shaking horribly into my over-coat and if I could I would have moved him but I couldn't, there was just too much currently through my brain.
For one thing, how exactly had Tom known where to find us if he had only gotten back and for two...
"Help... You must help me... He's got Belle... she's locked in a dungeon... You have to help me..."
I had just been mind-blocked by Maurice.
A/N: So guys here's chapter 9 all finished and for your reading pleasure, make sure to enjoy and let me know what you think and I'll see you all again soon with Chapter 10...
Until next time,
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