Ellen never went anywhere without at least one gun - she had her handgun hidden in the lining of her jacket. No shotgun, but she could make do. Especially when she knew exactly what Dean had in the trunk of his car.
She didn't talk much on the drive over, just happy to peoplewatch. She managed not to fiddle with the little green army man wedged in the vents, curling her fingers into the soft leather of her seat instead.
They drove out of town, out into the countryside, and Ellen couldn't help but comment.
"Can't help thinking we're gonna go past one of those signs with 'World's Biggest Ball of Twine' on it."