A/N: So Chapter 10. Double figures, the same amount of times as I've now seen Beauty and the Beast... Hope you guys are still all enjoying this story as I much as I'm enjoying writing it for you. So let's crack on.

Previously on Too Much? Never!

"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.

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.

Chapter 10

Three Weeks Earlier

Dean's P.O.V.

Dean was seriously thinking about calling it quits, he and Gaston had woken up at eight am that morning and started on their hunt, Gaston sticking to the trees and watching the animals whilst Dean stuck to the shadows, making sure not to make too much noise and grumbling slightly to himself whenever his stomach rumbled, after their not so great hunt from the night before they had been left with very little to eat and decided to try and get an earlier start hoping for more of a chance but it seemed so far that this wasn't the case.

Ready to give up again, Dean sunk down to the ground, putting his head into his knees and groaning softly, he was hungry, his feet were aching and he was beyond tired, Gaston had kept him up most of the night devising a new plan on the best way to catch.. well anything really but Dean hadn't been listening, he had been too focused on the assault of his stomach at the time and wishing they could just go back home.

So that morning had been just like the few before it, he had kept an eye out whilst Gaston checked on some things and they had set off, Dean already beginning to feel annoyed and suffering from his lack of food, what he wouldn't give for a good cheeseburger right now or even better.

Pie. And lots of it.

But no, there wasn't any of that for miles and now instead he was still sitting on the cold, hard earth hating himself for agreeing to the hunt and thinking up a good few ways he was going to torture his brother for making him do this when he got back, if he did ever get back when Gaston suddenly appeared at his side and softly kicked his foot.

"Dean. Wake up, we must head back to the village at once. Something has happened." Dean looked up into Gaston's eyes, noticing how the other man seemed rather nervous and was bouncing on his toes slightly, he looked almost afraid.

"What happened?" Dean jumped up straight away, all thoughts of hunger and exhaustion gone.

If something had happened at the village, was his little brother okay? Oh god, why had he agreed to go on that stupid hunting trip.

"I am not sure, I just saw smoke go up in the middle of the trees near where the village is and I know that means they are in mourning."

Ignoring anything else that Gaston had to say, Dean pushed past the other man, walking up the steep hill he had seen Gaston climbing earlier and stopped suddenly in alarm as he saw with his own eyes that Gaston was correct and there was smoke coming up from the trees surrounding the village they had left only two days earlier.

"We have to get down there. Now!"

Sam's P.O.V.

"...You have to help me."

It was strange that think that this wasn't the strange thing that someone had shouted aloud in a pub before, having been in stranger situations with my brother, Dean I wasn't too worried about the shouts but our heads did still swivel round to the door as a slightly older man came stumbling in, grey hair hanging around his thin face and a look of utter alarm all over his features.

Wondering what was going on and why no-one else had even bothered to go up and help the man, I approached him, noticing how he was kind of turning on the spot, looking for someone to help him and he jumped quite a bit when I taped him on the shoulder.

He really must have been through some sort of ordeal.

"Sir, are you okay?" I asked the man who was taking a few deep breaths now and looking me over with wonder, I guess he was trying to decide if he could trust me or not seeing as how this man had never met before nor me him.

It seemed he didn't take long to decide as two seconds later, he grabbed a hold of my arm and looked into my eyes, his whole body shaking again.

"You have to help me please, I have just came from the castle. There's a beast, he has my daughter captured. He has Belle."

That was twice in the last few minutes I had heard the feminine name from this man and in the next second, it clicked.

Of course, that was the name of the nice young woman me and Dean had met during our second day here, the one who had told us a little bit about the hunters who had arrived in the village asking her questions about anyone acting strange, made Dean fall into a trough - because who was I to forget such a funny occurrence - and then when a white horse named Philippe had arrived out of the blue, she had ran up to the horse, demanding to know where her Papa was and for the horse to take her there.

Had that been where Belle had rode off to? The castle that this man was speaking of but according to everyone I had spoken to in the village, nothing existed outside of this village, not anything either way and we had tried.

But if this was true and there was a beast that lived in the castle, then...

"You said something about a beast?" I asked the older man who nodded shakily still and held two fingers up over the top of his head.

"Yes he was massive, about ten feet with two large rams horns on his head and he was very fury, it didn't look human.. It..."

"Maurice, you making up stories again, are you?" Tom, the barman who owned the tavern and I had come to know on occasion from visiting the tavern, approached us that second, chuckling slightly and rubbing a empty tankard with one of his cloths.

"Please pay no heed to the ramblings of a crazy old man young Mr Winchester, he is slightly deranged, I think you might need to head home and get some sleep Maurice, get Belle to make you some tea."

"LISTEN TO ME! Belle is not at home, she's in a castle with the beast, I'm not making this up. I promise you" Maurice turned between Tom and myself, grabbing a hold of my jacket and pulling slightly.

"You have to believe me. You just have to. I'm not insane and I know my daughter is not at home, young man please..."

Maurice looked like he were close to begging and I had no idea how to cope with that sort of thing, it was so much more my brother's forte but I tried to help him out as I much as I could.

"I believe you Maurice... So where is this?..."

"What's going on here?"

It seemed that Maurice's shouting and bawling had been heard by more than just me and Tom, it had even attracted the attention of Gaston who came storming towards us now, his red coat swishing back and forth behind him and a look of annoyance on his face.

"I am so sorry to have distributed you mon captainte. You see Maurice here seems to have had a few too much to drink and is raving about some beast in a castle and that it has Belle."

Watching Gaston carefully, I could have sworn that his eyes changed quickly for a second but the look was gone in the next second, replaced by urgency and hurt and I was hit by an overwhelming case of something that I wasn't too sure of.

"Now Maurice, I know that many should have no desire to listen to your rave delusions but if you are very certain this thing exists and it has Belle then we must go find it and kill it. Lead me to the beast" Gaston smirked and I watched how sure of himself he seemed to be, gone was the anger from before, it was replaced with this new look, almost like he were just going along for the ride.

"Oh thank you captian. Thank you." Maurice, it seemed hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary as he hurried forward, clasping one of Gaston's hands in his own and kissing it lightly right on a red ruby stoned ring that Gaston wore on his right ring ha

nd and I wondered how I had never seen it before, I usually always looked out for anything out of the ordinary.

Or was it just me being paranoid without my usual precautions and Gaston had been wearing the ring the whole time without me noticing or was it a new addition?

Looking back over to where our little group of friends were gathered, I was not that surprised as I noticed how LeFou was once again watching Gaston very carefully and after Maurice walked away, LeFou stood from his chair, walking over to Gaston.

"Gaston" LeFou begun in a soft whisper and I noticed how he started to put a soft hand on Gaston's hip but in the next second, Gaston had grabbed a hold of his arm and dragged him outside leaving me bewildered as I stared after them for a few minutes before shaking my head and walking back to the table where Tom had finally stopped crying all over Stanley and now sat nursing a beer, looking downcast.

"What did crazy old Maurice want?" Stanley asked with a slight laugh to his voice and I shot him a look, wondering why everyone seemed so sure that Maurice was so crazy.

"I don't think he was crazy Stanley, he was talking about a Beast in a castle and how the Beast had Belle held captive or something."

Stanley shot me a strange look at that, almost like he were trying to decide if I too was just as or slightly more crazy than Maurice but in the next second, Tom finished his beer and slammed forward, his head smacking off the table and Stanley's attention was diverted as he tried to help Tom sit back up again and I saw my cue to signal Dean which he seemed to catch right away inclining his head over to the side of the bar and I nodded, standing up and following my brother.

"I really don't think that Maurice guy is crazy."

"Wow Sammy, don't let me tell you I believe you or anything before you jump right into it, Hi Dean, I really want to know your views on this too so tell me do you think Maurice is crazy, he may have a crazy name Sammy but no I don't think he's crazy."

I glared at my brother, smacking his chest and giving him another look.

"It's Sam and you never speak your mind dude but I have more important things to worry about. Have you noticed the red stone ring that Gaston wears at all?"

"Okay Liberace first of all" And Dean flicked me in the forehead "That's how you annoy someone and two, no I don't notice rings. That's your forte I was pretty sure Scooby Doo."

I glared again, rubbing slightly at my forehead and giving my brother the finger.

"So what suddenly I'm a gay dog, Dean you really need to stop watching so much television dude it's messing with your head and how do you even know who Liberace is?"

Thump.

"Okay dude, that wasn't even funny or close to it, how can a thump be how you heard about Liberace?"

Thump.

"...Gaston..."

I turned to Dean, realising in the next second that we were actually standing at the front door to the tavern and something was happening right outside.

"You first."

I rolled my eyes at my brother, he was such a girl at times.

He watched them carefully, they seemed to know more than they were letting on, but yet there was something about them that he had seen before.

It was enticing yet annoying at the same time, who were they really?

"You know what you need to do my lord?"

Oh yes he definitely knew what he needed to do.

It was time to call in the big guns.

A/N: So what did you guys think? I know most of this chapter if not all was written in Sam's P.O.V. but don't worry we'll be getting some other points of view in the next chapter I promise you that and we might just get our first clue as to what exactly the big guns are, got you ready for the next chapter now have you? Remember to leave me a little review and let me know what you think and Chapter 11 will be up soon.

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