Dean nods and promises that dinner will be ready in about an hour. Sam can decide then if he and Ruby want to eat at the table or in their room.

Ruby looks up when Sam comes in, sitting a bit straighter and pulling the blankets around herself tighter. “Unless it’s some specific cold that affects demon, I think that’s a no,” she tells him, but leans back into him anyway, eyes closing. “That feels good,” she murmurs.