"It doesn't really matter," John said. He could get that information from Dean and Sam. He didn't need Adam to stress himself about being completely unaware of how things had went down from the moment he'd been trapped in the cage. His concerns, after all, weren't focused on any of that at the moment. They were resting squarely on the young man in front of him, a young man who had obviously had some sort of life here even if there didn't seem to be as much evidence of it as there was of Dean's.
"The question is... How are you coping?" John asked, his expression reflecting all of the concern of what he'd just heard. Adam had been through a lot, was carrying quite a bit around with him, but if this place was as safe as everyone kept insisting, maybe he'd figured out some way to live with it. Even if there were clear signs of anxiety, well, Adam wasn't a complete mess, as far as John could see.
"How long have you been here?" John asked, taking a sip of his beer before setting the bottle down in front of him and twisting it idly, as if to give his mind something else to focus on in case the answers that Adam gave him were... Well, he was worried about his boy. Let's just say that much. "How are you handling this place?"