“You did what?” Ellen snapped loudly. Dean stared down at his hands for a few moments fiddling with his ring before looking up at Ellen.
“She’s pregnant, ” Dean gulped. Ellen snorted silently before walking behind the bar. He frowned watching her having no idea what she would do. Jo sat next to Dean holding a death grip on his hand in case he thought of leaving.
“Right. Stand up boy, ” Ellen said grabbing something unknown from behind the bar. Dean did as he was told looking down at Jo who shrugged.
Ellen stood up again holding a shotgun. “Now Jo’s daddy may be dead and buried six feet under, but we both agreed that the first boy she had sex with would get shot, ” Ellen said coldly, pointing the shotgun at Dean.
Dean’s eyes grew wide turning to look at Jo. “Mom!” Jo squeaked, standing up quickly, “Dean wasn’t my first. Put the gun down.”
“Close enough. Now move aside Joanna Beth because last time I checked there wasn’t a wedding ring on your finger, ” Ellen said, cocking the shotgun. Jo quickly stepped in front of Dean glaring at her mom. (c) tumbler

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