"And it doesn't hurt that he looks exactly like Dean, does it?" Ellen isn't an idiot. She knows that if someone who looked like Bill showed up, she'd be hard pressed to keep in mind that it isn't Bill.

She sighs and rubs a hand over her face. Ellen hates that she's landed in the middle of this mess. But Jo is her daughter, and damn but Dean is family.

"JoAnna Beth, you were raised better than that." It's tired, almost old, but not nearly as scathing as it could be. She understands mistakes. Her life isn't devoid of them. "You know better. All that time in the Roadhouse, and you didn't learn how dangerous it could get, stepping away from one guy for another?"

She shakes her head. Then Ellen puts down her beer. "This is your mess, and I'm not going to help you clean it up." Because, there comes a time when children have to pick up after themselves. "You make peace with Dean. He's family, and no matter what happens, that's more important than any guy." No matter how much Jo might like him. No matter how good he is, or whatever it is.

Ellen reaches out and cups Jo's face. "When we Harvelles step in it, we really step in it. No one's going to come out happy, Jo. You gotta know that."