The reaction is automatic. She can't help it. Ellen smacks the back of his head. "Boy, don't you backtalk me." Even with a gun in her hand, she mothers him before she does anything else.

Dean is one of her boys, a stray she took into her heart, but she'll have respect.

"Now sit your ass down and start explainin'." She gestures with a gun toward one of the bar stools.