Whoops. Well, again, long night. He smiled when she complimented the ring tone. Anyone who appreciated ACDC had to be okay.
Dean had turned away from Ellen, and away from the counter, to talk to Bobby. He was calling about the Fair, and Jo. Jo had called him a few days back, had they gotten any more information on the mark that-- Haven't you fucked with my family enough? Or were we too goddamn HAPPY FOR YOU, WAS THAT IT?!!
Bobby heard it, too. Even though Ellen'd gotten up and moved right past Dean to the door, she was pretty loud out there. Bobby said it sounded like Dean had something else to deal with, and he'd call back. Dean didn't even argue, or say goodbye, he just hung up.
He turned and went out the door to his yelling companion--who by now had the attention of half the restaurant--and tried to pretend, just for a second, that he didn't think she was yelling at an angel or a demon that didn't show. He didn't touch her--he didn't know her well enough.
"Ellen, honey, I know I don't really know you," Dean said, "but a lot of this is starting to be real familiar. Bag of weapons out in my car right up to just now." He made sure he had her attention, was looking her in the eye. "I've said that."
"I think you need to start telling me what's going on."