Sam took another look around from the point of view he had while he was standing. It was still settling in his mind that one day they'd have a home. The last time he could remember not bouncing around from motel to motel had been the brief seven months that he'd shared an apartment with Jess, and even then it was hers. She'd been there long before he had, he hadn't even been on the lease yet. The bigger and together was hopefully going to come when he proposed in November of that year.
"Thanks," he said, uncapping his beer when Dean came back as he settled into a chair. "So, it's cool that you and Adam are getting along better. He does seem a little more sedate than he did when we met him, the actual him, during that whole crapfest last year. Not sure I like the word kid though, so at least I won't have to live with him."
He took a drink as he listened to Dean about his stuff, or rather future him's stuff. That was some mind fuck, Back To The Future shit, and he wouldn't be surprised to run into another version of him that would fit in better with the way Dean and Mary seemed to remember him. "I'll take a look at it. I might swipe some pants though if you don't think the shirts will fit right. If you don't mind." He wanted to ask about his muscle gain and his hair in the future, but he refrained.
No, he didn't.
"Do I still have good hair in the future? I mean, yours still being there is a good sign, but the hairline is supposed to come from your mother's side, and Samuel is bald."