Dean may be prodding tender wounds, but he's in such a state that he's beyond the capacity to care. Adam could explode right now, could tear the forrest down limb from limb, and Dean would watch him do it with an absent sort of interest and his arms folded across his chest. The bottom line is, while they have something of a relationship in the future, it's lacking the silver lining Dean applies to people. It's lacking that ceremonious, sparkly cloud of family he's been known to grace people with, and it's been lacking all the passion and love that goes along with it. Where he's from, Adam doesn't give much of a shit, and Dean intentionally tries not to give a shit about anything at all, and they build a working, functioning relationship out of it. It's hard to define, not quite friendship, not quite brotherhood, not quite... anything, it simply is, and that's exactly how Dean treats it now.

"Some time, yeah." He agrees absently, tilting his head. Not really all that interested in backing up his claim with specifics or proof; Adam can believe him or think he's full of shit, and it's no real skin off his back either way. "Doesn't mean I'm here to Fairy Godfather you through all your bullshit personal problems. I've got a whirlwind of other more important crap to deal with that don't got a single damn thing to do with whether you take the red pill or the blue pill, kid. I just figured I'd give you a little food for thought while you freeze your jewels off ogling a snapshot of the shades-of-gray asshole you end up being."