Ellen gave her daughter a look. "You know damn well what I mean. I know you would, Jo, and I'd stay right by your side every time," she said. "Hopefully there won't be a next time."
She looked around the street, as if she was expecting some sort of sign as to who raised them. "You're right, Jo. Someone - or something - else did this and I want to know who, too." Ellen prayed that a demon didn't do this to them. It was one thing to be dragged out of hell by an angel, like Castiel did with Dean, but if they were to be a part of a demonic war, she would have rather been dead.