A smile from a being of mostly unknown power was, to John, as much threat as a scowl when aimed at Mary, because he didn't want to attention on her at all right now. He reacted as such, not caring for any scorn or corrections from the beings, by holding her behind him entirely as he eyed the two-as-one power remaining. They'd tied his hands with that goddamned demon, but that wouldn't stop John from putting himself between Mary and these beings. There were things he hadn't been able to stop, family members he hadn't been able to protect, but her he would.
He had never wanted his older son to be the Chosen of God, to have angels and God in L.A. keeping tabs on and demanding services from Dean and the family. He had never wanted demons to fixate on his younger son to nearly turn him into the tool to bring about the end of the world. He definitely hadn't wanted one side of these powers to favor his family and the other side to take the opposite stance. In the end, showing favor was just as distrusted by John as hatred, perhaps even moreso, as favor was never shown without a price. John sure as hell didn't want this to be anything more than the obligation any one person who was brought here had – to play a part in the war.
"We done here?" he asked. Questions he had, but none with answers to be found. Comments he had as well, but none that would get them out of this hall any faster.