The Footman

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Dean climbed elegantly out of the buggy. He held his suitcase, the second in the car still. His woolen coat was limp on his luggage and his cap aloft his head. He looked up with bright eyes to see his father's home. Well, it was his father's summer home but it seemed John wanted to stay their anyway. Their usual home was in Kansas, but he summer home was in California. The snow was light and crunchy below Dean's oxfords. He shouldn't really be wearing them in snow but boots were so ugly he couldn't bare wearing them. But he could hardly bear ruining his new shoes. If he walked quickly they would be ruined. And so he did.

The taxi driver helped Dean with his luggage up the steps and into the mansion. The door was opened by the Butler, Zachary. He was old and fat and balding and obeyed every order of John and his boys. But Zachary always had a creepy edge to him. He smiled broadly with a tiny of disgust as Dean stepped in.

"Master Dean, so glad you could make it. Master Sam did say he was expecting you but your father wouldn't." Zachary took Dean's coat and hung it in the closet.

"Yes, I'm glad he told you. Where is Sam? I would like to speak with him before I see my father." Dean straightened himself and shed his hat along with his coat.

"Ah," Zachary nodded with his menacing smile. "I believe he is in the study. Shall I escort you, sir?"

"I know how to get around my own home, Zachary." Offended, Dean scowled. He paid the taxi driver quickly who tipped his cap and left solemnly.

The corners of Zachary's lips twitched, "Anything else, sir?"

"Yes, take my bags upstairs to my room. And tell Missouri to bring coffee in the study for me and my brother." Dean huffed. He hated the authority he had to show. He rarely spoke this way to any of the servants, but Zachary could kiss his ass. The only other servant, Missouri the cook, was just as sweet as a mother.

"Very good sir." Zachary's beady eyes bored into Dean's sockets.

"That is all. You are dismissed." Dean clenched his jaw.

"Thank you sir," Zachary nodded curtly and took his bags and left quietly. Dean watched after him and then followed after the butler was out of sight.