Mary shuffled her feet as Dean answered the phone. She didn't want to stand here arguing about what she could and couldn't tell him, and she didn't want to stand around when she could be looking for Ellen. However, her eyes widened at the name. Bobby.
Tears clouded her vision, though she wouldn't let them spill over. Bobby had been like a grandfather to her, and she still missed him terribly. The idea that... maybe she could talk to him-just one more time.
No, that wasn't why she was here. Maybe if she could fit in in and find Ellen, but that wasn't why she was here.
"How do you know Ellen?" she asked. "How long has she been here? And what do you know about the missing people?"
Yes, it was weird to ask how he knew Ellen, but she needed to find out just how much he knew.