Ellen folded her arms, jaw set, every inch the Winchester her parents had taught her to be.
"And a little warning was outta the question? Or an explanation when I got here?" She shifted her weight slightly, eyeing Castiel suspiciously. He might have visited her family often; that didn't mean she liked him. She sighed, ran a hand through her hair.
"Fine. What do I have to do?" She could be angry later; right now, if Castiel was right, there was work that needed doing.