I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to answer that question. Could screw things up.
Dean offered her a sarcastic smirk. "Sweetheart, I don't know if you've noticed, but things are already pretty screwed up."
Fine. If she didn't want to elaborate, he'd figure out why she seemed familiar eventually.
"Look, you're new in town, right? And you know Ellen. So how'd you get here?"
He was dancing around the time travel issue. He knew she had to be from the future. The phone in his pocket started ringing and Dean held up a finger and answered it.
"Yeah?"
"Nice to talk to you, too. Did a little poking. Sam's not missing. He's still in York."