Everything Natasha said scrambled John's brains a little more. It was as if this place existed under its own rules in violation of those usually in play. He'd been to Hell. An alternate universe wasn't too hard to believe. The place could have all sorts of rules outside of the realm of the 'real' world. There was no way the place could be worse than Hell.
Small comforts were better than no comforts.
After 120 years of fending for himself in the pit, John Winchester knew to take what luck he could. There was precious little of it being offered to him. He wasn't beloved by anyone. His wife hadn't found peace until after he'd already made his way out of Hell. His sons had been hurt too much by him to likely ever recover. He'd died without a friend who'd trust him completely.
John Winchester was not a man missed or mourned the way most husbands and fathers lost too soon were---he wasn't fool enough to think otherwise. There might be no fool like an old fool, but he had stopped playing the fool after his wife was dragged to Hell by her bleeding soul. It was a fool's game he'd played, but he'd done it with the trump cards in his hand every round.
"They put a hired gun behind a badge? Nice. I may like this place after all. I know I can keep my hands to myself as long as the vamps keep their fangs to themselves first. Worse things in the world than vampires."
He shrugged loosely, tucking into his hamburger as it arrived. To him, it was a conversation he could have had on any day. Vampires hadn't been a novelty to him since he was a significantly younger man. Sounded as if the woman hadn't realized they were nesting, feeding, existing around her, but it could be where she came from they weren't. He wouldn't put anything past the universe. He was too old to dismiss any options.
Wiping his mouth, John said, "I figure we can let the brains work on the hows and whys. People like you and me? We'll just keep as many people alive as deserve to live or as we can manage. Or maybe I'll leave that to you while I try to watch my own back for a while. Can't make up my mind right now. Good burger. I won't be killing anyone who doesn't warrant it by their own actions. You've got my word on that. Thanks for the company."
He tossed a twenty onto the table without bothering to finish the burger or fries. He'd gotten what he'd wanted from the conversation. John had other things to catch up with in the place. It was at least not boring.