Ellen wasn't in the mood for... anything. She'd traded her baseball bat for a machete. Because she needed the blade when it came to the vines. Her gun is tucked in her pocket, because damned if she's going to be without that.

Her blade hacked at some vines and left them to die on the floor. She wanted to make it back to her room and barricade herself in for some very well-deserved sleep. Just a few hours and then she'd start looking for the boys.

Or Castiel.

Or... hell, she didn't know any more. This place was so screwed up, she just wanted to kill something. Permanently.

Hearing someone singing, Ellen dropped into a shadow and stayed there. That did not sound like happy-to-see-you singing, despite the song. And who sang Sinatra anyway?