She wants to crack him across the face. She wants to hug him tight. in the end, she puts her gun down and cups his face. "Dean." She knows that she's probably playing with the Winchester temper, but Ellen honestly believes that Dean won't hurt her. "Dean, you're not making sense." Her voice is calm and even. She's kept order in her bar just by keeping calm.

A deep breath. "You came back from the future? Time travel? What happened?" She puts her hands on his shoulders. "Can't help if I don't know what's going on, kid."