When he heard her say her name, Dean felt like a jerk. Twice over.
One, he couldn't hear anyone say 'Ellen' ever again and not think of Ellen Harvelle. And with Jo back, but Ellen still gone, it was even a little harder. Ellen was the only woman he'd ever really been afraid of. And he could hear her voice, if he thought about it hard enough.
The last thing she'd said to him was kick it in the ass. His eyes were clouded, and his face twitched, fighting back some kind of real display of emotion that he wasn't going to let happen.
Two, that was her real name. Dean knew liars. He was a liar. She was giving him her real name, and he figured her for a hunter. Something was going on here. Did she know him? Was that why she was trusting him with that?
Dean opened the door for her and held it.
"I knew an Ellen," Dean said, eyebrows raising. A slight smile moved across his face. "Only woman I ever met that scared the hair on the back of my neck up when she yelled."
"I didn't mean to snap atcha. The car's a family thing. It's got... my brother jammed something in the ashtray. I want it to stay there."
Because it saved the world.
He nodded with his head at the inside of the restaurant.