Ellen gives a small, sad smile. It doesn't reach her eyes, but only because she knows that her baby has grown up. Even if she hadn't believed it in Carthage, this place is proving that she needs to let go of the apron strings a bit.

A deep breath, and Ellen just wants to hold onto her baby girl. To crawl into bed and cuddle her the way they used to when Bill was out on a job, or after he died.

"I'll straighten Dean out. For all he might like to think it'd be perfect, you'd have eaten him alive and spit him out, eventually." She smirks. "Winchester men can't handle women like us."