Ellen doesn't know what happens. One moment, they're walking out of the roadhouse, and the next, they're in the small apartment at the back, where Jo grew up, and where they'd stayed after Bill had died.

She doesn't like losing time. The table's set for three, dinner's on the stove, and Bill is talking about the demon he and Winchester took down, telling stories to his baby girl as if this was just another hunt.

But Ellen's too cynical. She knows something is wrong. She reaches for a book, and can't understand a single word written there. She can suss out a translation in 5 languages, but this is just gibberish.

She frowns and puts it back. When can't you read?

She walks into the kitchen. "Joanna Beth, come give me a hand for a second."

Bill shoos her off. "Don't break her good mood. Maybe she'll let us stay up late." He winks.

Ellen snorts and looks at Jo when she comes in. "I think it's a dream. I can't read a damn thing."