She snorts and leans back against the doorway. She can get to her gun and fire it before he can hit her with that sword. Ellen just shakes her head. "I put the wine where it belongs." She cleaned up the bar and this boy is whining about a single bottle? Christ, she thought Dean would give her troubles about everything.

Or hell, angel issues.

Nope, it's a whiny silver-haired kid who made a deal with a vampire.

... It's not too late for her to become an alcoholic.

"You want anything more specific, you're going to have to tell me which bottle of red it was."