Chapter 3: Unauthorized Entrance
Tristan walked over to Chrissy's door and opened it for her. The couple walked inside and were immediately met by Tristan's butler, Charlie. Charlie had volunteered to be their butler two years before.
He grabbed the sopping blanket from around Chrissy's shoulders and threw it over his arm. He then pulled off her soaked jacket.
"I'll go get a warm bath started for you, miss."
"No," she protested, "Charlie, I can do that myself. And please, call me Chrissy. You've known me for two years."
"Sorry, miss," Charlie said with a warm smile and walked up the stairs to the master bathroom.
"There's no point in arguing with him, Chrissy. He's got a mind of his own."
"I should hope so. I just feel weird letting him do everything for me."
"Well, get used to it, because as long as I'm around, you probably won't have to do anything."
She kissed his cheek and smiled, "Then I'd have to feel even worse."
"Why?"
"Because, then I'd have two people waiting on me hand and foot."
"So?"
"So, I don't like being waited on."
"Well, that's just too bad now isn't it?"
"You know what?"
"What?"
"Nevermind."
There was a knock on the door and Chrissy and Tristan exchanged confused glances.
"Charlie?" Tristan called.
"Yes, sir?" Charlie replied, standing at the top of the stairs.
"Did you authorize anyone else's entrances?"
Charlie shook his head, "No, sir. Only yours."
Tristan looked to the door as another knock sounded heavily on the big oak doors.
"Okay, thank you, Charlie," Chrissy said as she walked to the door and grabbed her handgun off the table by the coat rack.
She opened the door and immediately let out the breath she'd been holding. There stood Sam and Dean Winchester in all their hunting glory. They almost looked somewhat menacing except for the apologetic look Sam was giving her.
(A/N) Another short chapter. Again, reviews are greatly appreciated and taken into consideration.