She snorts. The glasses are set to dry on a towel near the sink. She's swift and efficient in her movements. This is something she's done hundreds of times before.

"The angels. Raphael, Cas, and their group." She's still a little bit bitter about that dream with Raphael.

She finishes up the glasses, grabbing another towel and drying them off. "And it's better to heal naturally than to owe your soul, or other things, to someone who'd probably eat you alive, literally." Ellen doesn't believe everything is evil, but vampires aren't exactly high on her list of trustworthy allies.