"It's his way or on your way; believe me, I know," Captain John explained, but found himself distracted at the idea of Jack actually being somewhere out there. They'd never have what they'd had, not that even that was anything so impressive (and probably would've never happened at all if they hadn't been trapped in that time loop), but John was a master at burning his bridges. So long as he still had a foot in the door, he'd take a resource for all it was worth. Probably explained why the man was about the only sentient life in the universe that wasn't gunning for him in some shape or form.
"No. Just appreciate the heads up, in case he decides to make things difficult for me," he answered the question casually and itched at his nose with the side of a finger. He was letting off the gas a little and taking a more careful look around as they rolled into what looked like old military barricades long since abandoned.
A look at his wriststrap showed that whatever interference he was suffering had improved somewhat, and he tapped a couple more buttons to try and see what kind of signals he could get for the area. Whatever this Winchester camp was, he figured they'd have some means of communication they could hone in on, some way to locate them.
"This camp; what do you know about them? Are they going to march us up main at gunpoint or welcome us to sing songs around the bonfire?"