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Hey kid! Stop that.

*Looks at her* They were empty. *Sighs, but does put his sling shot away*

[She walks over. A little kid all alone outhere? Her motherly instincts kick in]

No. No. Your technique is all wrong. To protect yourself you need to hold it like this.

[Demonstrates with a twig from the ground]

Huh? But this is how Uncle Dean showed me. *Does try her way though*

Dean? Not Dean Winchester?

*The boy nods* You know him?

[Scratches her temple]

Boy, do I know him and his brother. They're alright boys. They have good hearts.

*Nods grinning* Yeah they're cool. Though Aunt Trin... Mom's sister, doesn't like me riding in the car when Uncle Dean drives. Says he's a maniac behind the wheel.

*Slips the slingshot back into his back pocket and holds out his hand.* I'm Colt.

Now aren't you a gentleman?

[Shakes his hand]

I'm Ellen, but you can call me Mrs. Harvelle alright?

Dad says I better be a gentleman. He doesn't want me ending up like Uncle Dean.

*Thinks a moment*

Mrs Harvelle, got it. *Grins at her remembering the last name* You have a daughter named Jo don't you?