"Nah, I don't really think they are much of the same. I guess yours is a little cooler." Dean admitted with a soft chuckle. It was a strange relationship dynamic between him and Adam. He was used to being the protector as the older brother, it was something he had always done for Sam. Growing up it had mainly been Sam and himself, Dean having the responsibility of looking out for the well being of his younger brother. Now he had another younger brother, but he was already old enough to take care of himself. Plus, he was attached to an archangel and Michael was far more capable of looking out for Adam than he was.
He was glad that Adam hadn't rejected the hug, but he could tell it was just as uncomfortable for him as well. "After we moved into the bunker I started cooking more. It's got a huge kitchen, so I figured, why not? Surprisingly, I kind of enjoy it and I like to think I'm getting pretty good at it." With all that was in his head, Dean had forgotten that food wasn't necessary for Adam.
His fingers trailed over the top of the couch as he stood there awkwardly, trying to figure out what to say. "The one thing that sucks about this place is that I don't have baby, my car. I guess I don't really need the arsenal of weapons in the back seat, but, I will still miss being out on the open road. I guess that's not much of a problem for you, getting around, I mean."