Chapter 4: Explanation
"Oh, bugger, what are you two doing here? Did you follow me?"
"Chrissy, what is it?" Tristan asked.
"It's nothing. No one. Could you go get Max inside? It's raining."
Tristan nodded and Chrissy bit her lip softly as she watched him walk through the living room.
"I know you're staring, Chrissy!" he called.
"You can't blame me!" she called back.
Looking back to the two hunters, her face turned more serious.
"I told you two to get lost," she said.
"We had to know exactly what happened," Sam said, "It doesn't seem like something John Winchester would do."
"Yes, because your father's the god of hunting, isn't he? A regular hunting Zeus?"
She started to slam the door in their faces, but Dean shoved it back, pushed her against the wall, and cupped his hand over her mouth.
"Chrissy!" Tristan yelled.
Dean pointed a gun at him, "Don't move! I'm not going to hurt her, I just need to know some things."
A big, black rottweiler pranced in the room and began to bark at Dean, who gave it a challenging look. The dog whimpered and backed away.
Chrissy's heart was pounding and Dean could see the fear in her eyes. She was breathing hard and could barely move.
"I'm not going to hurt you," he repeated.
"Dean, let her go," Sam insisted, "She's terrified."
"Not untill she promises not to scream."
She nodded slowly and he let her go. Tristan ran to her side automatically.
"Chrissy, are you okay?" he asked lovingly.
She nodded, "What did you want to know?"
Sam sighed, "Everything you remember from that day."
"Okay," she said, shaking with fear, "But Tristan gets to stay. I don't want you two attacking me again."
Dean nodded, "That's fine, just tell us what happened. From the beginning."
"I was there. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was seven. My mum was possessed, so I got your Dad's number from a friend of mine. He said that John Winchester could do miracles. I remember that we were sitting in a motel room here in Frozen Springs. My mum was tied to a bed, I was in a corner. She started saying some things in another language. Latin. John must have understood them, because he started telling her to shut up. She didn't and he hit her repeatedly. Then she started laughing. He finished the exorcism and I saw the black smoke come from her eyes and mouth. Then, nothing. She just went limp. He told me to stay back for a few moments while he made sure it was gone. After that, he walked over to her and checked her pulse. She was dead. It was bad enough that my father had died four years before that, but then my mum. She was all I had left, and your father saw to it that I had nobody. I had to live off money from hustling pool and living in the backs of trailers."
Sam and Dean looked shocked.
"Well, aren't you going to say anything?" she asked, "Because I really don't like awkward silences."
Sam cleared his throat, "I don't really know what to say. I mean, our dad never mentioned coming here. I'm really sorry about all that, I really am. I can't believe our dad would do something like that."
Dean added, "But you have to know that we had nothing to do with it. I do remember that he told us we were staying with Pastor Jim for a while, but he never really said why."
"I don't blame you two, it's just... Seeing a Winchester here... It brings back a lot of memories. Two doesn't make it any better."
"We understand," Dean said, "Thanks for your time."
"Yeah, we'll be out of your hair in a few hours."
"Good luck, boys," she said sincerely.
"Hey, do you know Ellen?" Tristan piped up. Chrissy jumped a little. She'd almost forgot he was even there.
"Yeah. You know her?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, my brother's a... Deer... hunter. Caleb?"
Dean smiled, "It's a small, small world. Your brother's a really really good hunter."
"Why aren't you a hunter?" Sam said.
"Not much time," he made a sort of gesture toward Chrissy, and the boys realized that he thought she didn't know about "hunting", "Besides, I was never really good with a gun."
"Oh, well that would explain it, then, wouldn't it?" Sam smiled.
Tristan nodded.
"Now, if you two would please leave," Chrissy said, "I have a long awaited bath to get to."
The two brothers nodded and turned to the door.
"Again, really sorry," Sam said.
"Yeah."
"Don't worry about it. Just leave."
"We're gone," Dean laughed as he shut the door.
"So that's what happened?" Tristan asked.
"Yeah, now you know."
"Baby, I'm so sorry," he said, kissing her forehead.
"It's fine."
"You should probably go get that bath now. You have to leave for work in what? Two hours?"
"Yeah," she said, grabbing his hand, "Maybe I could call in sick and we could have a movie night?"
"No, you know you need the money."
"Yeah, but you said it yourself. We haven't had a night alone in a while."
"Your boss would get mad and you know it. You don't need to get fired."
She kissed him, "Thank you. You're sure you don't want me to call in?"
"Well, I do, but it'd be better if you didn't get fired."
"Okay," she said and stood up, "I'll go get a bath. But you better be waiting when I get through."
"I like the sound of that."
"Get your head out of the gutter, man. I meant, we're going out for dinner when I'm done."
"Oh, riiight," he said, "You know you meant something else."
"No. I didn't mean something else."
He frowned, "Please?"
"No. You have to wait."
"Oh, come on, please?"
"No, no, no, a thousand times, no."
"How long do I have to wait?"
"Untill there is a wedding band on this finger," she said, pointing to her left ring finger.
"But how long will that take?"
"You tell me."
She walked up the stairs to the huge master bathroom where Charlie was dumping fragrant bath salts into a large tub full of water.
"Thanks, Charlie," she said as Charlie walked out of the room.
She pulled her black t-shirt with The Killers sprawled across the front over her head and fumbled with the buckle on her belt.
She sat down in the hot water and gasped. She could swear that she heard her skin sizzle from the sudden warmth. Steam rose from the top of the water, and the smell of lavendar and strawberries filled the large room. She inhaled deeply and ducked under the water. For a moment, she could even hear her heart beating in her chest.
There was a muffled knock on the bathroom door and Chrissy resurfaced to the top of the water.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Hey, it's me."
"You can't come in, Tristan. You still have to wait."
"You suck!" he laughed.
"You wish!"
He laughed, and she heard him walk down the hall.
She pushed her black hair back and relaxed against the edge of the tub.
She sat for fifteen minutes, watching the steam, listening to the slight rippling of the water when she moved. Finally, she decided to get out and get ready to leave. She pulled the plug in the bottom of the tub, wrapped the robe around herself, and walked out of the bathroom. Tristan was standing right at the top of the stairs.
"You know, if you want me to wait, you're going to have to help me with it."
"Shut up, I forgot to grab something else to wear."
"Still. You're not making it easy on me here."
"Just let me get dressed and we'll leave."
She walked to her room, which was also the guest room on the second floor, and pulled out a pair of comfortable levi jeans, a black tank top, and her pair of black, leather, high-heeled boots.
She pulled her ebony hair back in a high ponytail and walked out of the room, fully clothed.
Tristan was standing at the top of the stairs still, watching her every move.
"What are you staring at, Captain Horndog?"
"Horndog?"
"Yes, horndog. Captain Horndog. It's what I'm going to call you every time you bring up the waiting thing."
"You have to torture me, don't you?" he asked, eyes wide.
"Yes, I do. It's my job."
"You're a cruel, unusual person, Chrissy. You know that?"
She nodded, "Now are we going to the restaurant or not?"
"I suppose. Did you still want to go?"
"Of course I still want to go. Are you nuts?"
"Maybe, let's go."
The couple walked down the stairs and out to Chrissy's Ford. This time, she was in the driver's seat and Tristan was in the passenger's seat.
She put the car in reverse and quickly stepped on the gas, only looking in the rearview mirror for guidance.
"You're insane!" Tristan shouted in fear.
"Don't knock it til you try it."
The gate opened automatically as Chrissy got close to it. She sped down the abandoned street and within a few minutes, they found themselves at a small restaurant.
Chrissy turned the car off, got out and rushed through the doors.
(A/N) Finally! A not short chapter! MUAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!