"Yeah. Kinda hard not to, when he's the bad angel that takes Daddy away and he always comes back hurt," she snapped. She might be a grownup, but there was a child's anger still buried deep inside of Ellen.
She set both of their guns aside whilst Dean was out at the car, clearing space on top of a couple of crates for them to sit down. She took the flask from him, downing a healthy swallow before handing it back.
"You're a good dad," she said finally, quietly. "You made it work; hunting and looking out for us. Course," she admits, tilting her head a little. "You had a little help. Mom, Sammy, Bobby...one of 'em's always around, if you're not."