Only one eyebrow raised in reaction, John stepped aside and ushered Peter inside, then closed the door behind them. He'd never been one for dancing around a subject, especially when he decided to be straightforward about it, so he moved straight to the point.
"Claire's got it in her head that she needs to die to protect my son, my family and anyone else who might get on the wrong side of the angels now out and about," he said, moving to lean against the wall near a table in the foyer. "Virgin sacrifice – black magic ritual. Stabbed in the chest, the blood of the dead used to weaken the angels so they can't strike down whoever they feel like."
Rubbing his jaw while discreetly checking the temperature gauge on the wall, he continued. "We're all against it. The death of anyone to protect any of us, the risks involved, using this kind of magic when we can find other ways – all of it. Claire made it clear that the minute she was out of sight, she and Ruby would do this, no matter what anyone said."
"So the boys took matters into their own hands and locked her in a closet. Now, I don't agree with what my sons did, as it was rash and stupid," he clarified, not shifting his position, but watching Peter just the same, "but I do agree with the feeling behind it. No one is dying to save everyone. I don't care if she would get right back up from it usually, there's dark magic involved here that could very well stop her, or she could piss off God, who could see fit to keep her dead."
He gestured to the house. "Ruby can't get in here if we take the proper precautions, so here is the only place Claire won't be getting stabbed. Which is why she's our guest for the time being."
It was stated simply enough, but in a way that normally brooked no room for argument. At least, with most people. There were always exceptions, like Sam when he was feeling particularly lippy.