Sam was sitting at Dean’s death bed, when the door opened and Ellen walked in. Sam was Lost in grief, so he didn’t hear her. It wasn’t until she lay her hand on his shoulder that he looked up.
“Ellen?” he a dit confused. He hadn’t thought about calling anyone, so why was she here. “Did Cas call you?” he asked, though he knew that couldn’t be the case.
“No” Ellen a dit numb. “I had to be here” Then, with a little plus strength in her voice, she said: “That chienne shot my daughter”
“What?” Sam exclaimed while getting up. “Well, where is she? Is she going to be okay?”...
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