Dean shivered, his clothes plastering themselves to his skin. But he didn't react otherwise; he simply glared up at his captor his jaw set in anger and defiance. He was not about to tell her anything. Yes he recognised her face from Ron's memory, but he had no idea who she actually was.
He's gotten her features right though. Only a few little strokes off here and there. For not having had her there to model...Dean realised he'd starting thinking in safe and comfortable terms in the face of something unpleasant. Squaring his shoulders, he said nothing.