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 alisema 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 alisema numb. “I had to be here” Then, with a little zaidi strength in her voice, she said: “That bitch, kahaba shot my daughter”
“What?” Sam exclaimed while getting up. “Well, where is she? Is she going to be okay?”...
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