"Well, I wouldn't exactly say it's uneventful here. I mean, there's the obnoxious ghosts and yesterday I sang every single word I spoke for a good hour. I also may have scarred Sam with my sudden desire to be naked. So, that was a good time." Dean chuckled in amusement, not really embarrassed by it at all.
He leaned back in his chair with his beer in hand and stretched his legs out to the side. The place was empty and Jo wasn't around to yell at him, so he was going for it. "You're absolutely right about home, though. It's always something there, which is why it's kind of nice to be here."
He was glad that Adam seemed to be doing well, despite possibly having been locked in hell for years. "Uh, let's see...Chuck got pissy because I wouldn't kill Jack with his magic gun. So, he snapped his douchebag fingers and killed Jack. Sam picked up the gun, shot Chuck and then there were zombies, like, everywhere."