Sam was sitting at Dean’s death bed, when the door opened and Ellen walked in. Sam was Mất tích 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 đã đưa ý kiến 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 đã đưa ý kiến numb. “I had to be here” Then, with a little thêm strength in her voice, she said: “That chó cái, bitch shot my daughter”
“What?” Sam exclaimed while getting up. “Well, where is she? Is she going to be okay?”...
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