"You do ok," Ellen teased, laying the gun down and walking over to him. "And yeah, you got all your hair. All your teeth, too." She hadn't realised how hard it was to keep the secret, how much pressure she'd felt to stop him from finding out.
"You wanna see?" Hell, it was probably breaking all sorts of rules, but she was proud of her family. And if it gave Dean hope, gave him something to live for beyond stopping the next demon, the next thing that needed ganking, then she didn't care.
She pulled her wallet out of her pocket, flipping it open. There was a photograph inside; her, Mary, Jo, and Dean. It was a good few years old - Ellen looked like she was in her early twenties, Mary in her late teens.