After a much-appreciated text from Jo, Dean gets his ass in gear. There's a regretful half-sandwich in the kitchen that some lucky bastard will be able to swipe, left behind by Dean's haste. She's done a good job directing Adam back to his bedroom, away from the general (angelic) populace, and he only hesitates a second after knocking before inviting himself in.

Because he's impatient, but he also doesn't want to, you know, see anything.

Eyes glance furtively around the room as though checking for some visible signs of hell-crazy painted there, before settling on the youngest not!Winchester in an appraising gaze.

"...Well. You don't look like a Disney Princess, but at least you're awake." Which is pretty high praise for someone who spent such a fucking long time in the pit, believe it or not. The fact that he's even concious is impressive, and... admittedly, maybe a little disturbing.

People break in the amount of time Adam's been under. More than that, people turn. He's been there for centuries, and it doesn't take half that long for a soul to become smoke.

If Adam even has a soul at all. He's not sure what Wonderland's capable of, and he's not doing much to hide his wariness. It's not that he's not happy to see the kid out, he's just...

Look, he's just doing his job. An ounce of caution. He strides in a little closer, arms crossing over his chest. "How you feelin'?"