Her mouth was already open, preparing a very well rehearsed “It’s going to be okay,” speech. If she could walk elves through the experience, then surely she could handle one out of place young man. And then he said his name and, for a moment, she could only gape at him like a fish. Her mind immediately tried to tell herself that it couldn’t possible be the John Winchester, but then it wasn’t exactly a common last name, now was it? Besides, the odds of someone with that particular name showing up in this place almost at the same time Dean had finally poked his head out into the open? Yeah, that was a little bit too big of a coincidence.
She was of two minds on the subject, really. The first...awesome. The second...this was going to be a mess. She couldn’t even fathom telling Sam and Dean about this, if they didn’t already know. And she would be the one to tell him. She was always the one fielding these sticky situations lately. She wracked her brain, trying to think of something she could ask him, just to be absolutely sure it was him before she adopted him, as she had so many wayward Winchesters lately. Never mind that he was likely older than her. She would mother hen the lot of them if they let her.
“Sorry, but, this is kind of important. Do any of these names ring any bells for you?” She took a deep breath and looked at him almost apologetically. “Mary Win...Campbell? Um...Samuel Campbell? Maybe Deana Campbell?” She was trying desperately to remember if Sam and Dean had given him an alias but she was coming up blank. She really needed to back and reread those books if long lost Winchesters were going to keep showing up.