Hearing the sound of his brother's voice lifted a weight off his shoulders and he let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. Dean looked up at him and rolled his eyes, though he did laugh, relieved to see that his brother still had some sense of humor. "Hey, Sammy." There was a part of him that wanted to run up and hug him tight, but he refrained from doing so, not wanting to make things any more awkward than they already were. He watched the way his eyes scanned the place in curiosity and it finally dawned on him that this Sam had never been to the bunker.
"Oh, right, this is our future home. We finally get our own place to call home and it's-" he paused a moment and dropped his gaze, hands at his hips as he took a deep breath. "Listen, I-" his gaze lifted slowly and he offered him the best smile he could muster. "Mom's not here right now, so, it's just you and me. Do you want a beer or anything?"