John's response was sharp and immediate. "You're home now. This is your home."
It was said with that authoritarian air that John Winchester was so known for, as though he could simply speak something into existent, order someone to bend to his will, demand something be as he wanted. But the certainty with which she said 'I think' made John feel as though this bit of a girl grasped something so much bigger than herself that he couldn't even perceive. The thought rocked him.
"Over my dead body," he said, his hand closing around her shoulder, not hard enough to hurt but firm enough to send a message to whatever vindictive power was watching right now. It wasn't rational, it didn't even make any sense when he knew that she wasn't from this timeline and there was a baby on the way. But was any of them being here rational? It wouldn't be the first time two people, different but the same, lived in this city.