Happy Dia das bruxas my sweet Ellen🍂🎃

Sam was sitting at Dean’s death bed, when the door opened and Ellen walked in. Sam was lost in grief, so he didn’t hear her. It wasn’t until she lay her hand on his shoulder that he looked up.
“Ellen?” he said confused. He hadn’t thought about calling anyone, so why was she here? “Did Cas call you?” he asked, though he knew that couldn’t be the case.
“No” Ellen said numb. “I had to be here” Then, with a little mais strength in her voice, she said: “That cadela, puta shot my daughter”
“What?” Sam exclaimed while getting up. “Well, where is she? Is she going to be okay?”...