Ellen walked though the house now armed and ready for whatever awaits her. She took one last look around before she opened the back door and stepped though it to find herself in the middle of a city landscape. "Where the hell am I now?" She asked as she looked up at all the buildings. She wasn't in her own heaven anymore, perhaps a ripple caused her to end up in another's? Either way she was there now and had to find the next door way.

Ellen was in her own heaven. The current memory was when she was teaching Jo how to make her first cocktail. She smiled over to her daughter, watching her mix the different spritzes needed to make a Long Island Iced Tea. But her smile faltered for a moment. As she stared at Jo, she felt like she wasn't really there. Like this was all just some form of dream.

Ellen then tried to think back, did she remember falling asleep? No...she didn't. She couldn't even remember how she got into where she was. A large part of her felt as though she wasn't doing...then bam. Something hit her. A large memory. She was holding Jo, Jo was badly wounded and wasn't breathing. There were homemade bombs around and Ellen was in tears. The doors of a store swung open and the sounds of growls came. Hell hounds. Ellen and Jo stayed together to give Sam and Dean a chance and kicking the devil's ass. That was it. That was when she died.