As Dean staggers backwards, clutching at his nose and bellowing for his brother, Alona retrieves the gun from his hands and quickly reloads. Or whatever. I think I'm going to have to do something stupid like studying the art of modern weaponry if I'm going to get through recapping scenes like this one. "Sorry, Dean," Sam apologizes, poking his way through the swinging door from the ROADHOUSE kitchen with his hands on his head. "I'm a little tied up now." Well, he's not exactly, but he does have a massive revolver pointed directly at the assy tousle of a mop he's sporting on the top of his head, so it's more or less the same thing. Holding the revolver is Samantha Ferris, whom I know from The 4400, where she plays the head of the government agency in charge of monitoring the genetically altered freaks from the future. She's quite hysterically blasé in that role, too -- like, whenever a bunch of people inexplicably turn up instantaneously mummified or eaten by their pet parakeets or frozen into solid blocks of ice on their toilets, she'll be slightly rolling her eyes at the news as if she's thinking, "Oh, Jesus, what the fuck is it now? I've got Pilates at four." ["Contrary to all expectations, I've loved her on that show, and for this very reason." -- Joe R] Anyway, where was I? Oh, yeah. Ellen wiggles an eyebrow around and asks, "Sam? Dean? Winchester?" Beat. The boys -- Dean still cupping his bruised schnozz -- warily grunt, "Yeah?" in unison. Heh. "Son of a bitch," she breathes before chuckling while dropping the gun to her side and introducing herself as Ellen. Alona's her daughter, "Jo." I hate that name.

Moments later, Ellen's passing Dean a towel full of ice for his bruised schnozz as Dean explains why they're there.