Adam narrows his eyes. Cheery. But then, this is the same prick with his head up his ass who saved everyone else except Adam and his family, and who preened about it in the aftermath.

"I didn't ask about that, or your bullshit important problems," he says evenly, cold, because Dean seems to have a fondness for throwing around crap with one hand and using the other to point at other people for doing the same. "So I guess we're even. Maybe you should take your own advice for once and deal with your own stuff first. Doesn't look like you're doing much of that in the future."

This isn't just a game one person can play. Adam's got an equal share in the "I don't give a shit" lottery, and the last thing he's going to do is sit back and take crap from some hypocrite dirtbag he doesn't even know.

If the future's burning, then it's burning, and he wouldn't be surprised if it's partly to do with Dean.