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?”
“I don’t know” Ellen said. “She’s still in the emergency room” Then, as if those last two words were some kind of switch, she broke down and cried.
Sam put his arms around her and let her tears dampen his T-shirt. After a few secondes where the silence was only varied par Ellen’s sobs, Sam took her shoulders. “I will call Cas and he will heal Jo” he a dit and he breathed deeply. “He couldn’t heal Dean, he didn’t have the strength” He looked up to Ellen. “But he will now. He will heal Jo. Don’t be afraid. toi won’t lose your daughter. I won’t let it happen”
But Ellen didn’t hear the last few sentences. She had stopped listening after Sam told her Cas hadn’t been able to heal Dean. She freed herself from Sam and walked around the bed.
“Zoey tried to kill Cas” Sam explained trembling. “Dean threw himself before him”
Ellen swallowed. “Where is he?”
“Cas?” Sam asked. “I don’t know”
“Get him here” Ellen a dit bitter.