It was sort of funny. All that pain he was in, physically and emotionally, and it was the tiny, gentle kiss that Ruby laid onto him that pulled Sam through the veil of sleep and into the world of consciousness. The place where her lips had met his skin burned pleasantly, momentarily drowning out the stings and aches and roundabout dictionary of definite words that were generally used to describe that a person was, in fact, in a very distinctive, notable amount of pain. Even with all that pain in mind, it was the kiss that stood out the most - just that one kiss - so maybe it was a little more than funny. Maybe it was right, or beautiful, or romantically remarkable ; the kind of thing that Sam could never really find the right words to describe, but knew to be the type of thing he was supposed to feel, because it was coming from the woman that he loved. And he was right. It was the woman that he loved, he could tell that much before he even opened his eyes, knowing just how her kisses felt. Through all the pain, she was there making sure that the first thing he felt was something warm. It probably wasn't an intentional thing, just something that Ruby had opted for in order to wake him up, but in his sleep ridden mind all Sam could think of was how lucky of a man he was to have her there to wake up with every single day.
Except...why was she waking him up?
Tiredly, Sam opened his eyes and blinked at Ruby in a state of groggy confusion, mind only half processing the words that were spilling from her mouth until she was shoving a warm mug and an envelope his way. In spite of the protest of his aching limbs, Sam sat upright, the sheets that he had tucked around his body dropping down to his waist to reveal that he'd slept without a shirt the night prior. Considering he'd taken a knife to his right shoulder and had a few stitches thrown into his side and back as a result of some kind of injury he'd received during some point of the unfortunate ass kicking he'd participated in, Sam found it was easier to work without the clothes on his upper body for a while. Cleaning his wounds, changing the bandages, and making sure that his stitches were setting in properly was a hell of a lot easier to do when he didn't have to put himself through the process of pulling his shirt on and off - especially with that shoulder of his right now, which didn't want to do any stretching or lifting whatsoever until it stopped feeling like it was going to fall off. At least it was mostly done bleeding all over the place. Optimism: he had some.
Of course, even with all the dramatic description of his injuries, Sam was more than able to handle himself. This wasn't the first time he'd gotten out of the bad end of a fight, nor were these injuries the worst he'd ever gotten, so Sam was able to deal with it all without having to be carted off to some hospital someplace. It also helped that his wife was able to stitch up flesh like a pro, which Sam was more than appreciative about, as it meant he didn't have to do the job himself.
The wife. Right. She was sitting beside him now, coffee and envelope outstretched his way with a concerned look set into her features well enough to make him sit up just a bit faster. Sam rubbed a hand against the side of his head and through his hair, then took each item from her hands, the fresh smell of coffee waking him up just enough for him to catch onto what Ruby was talking about.
Thank god for the coffee. If Ruby wasn't a literal demon, he'd be dubbing her a saint right now.
"It doesn't change anything," Sam repeated, words coming through honestly, though his voice sounded a little rough. The coffee would help. Seriously, it was a godsend. Shifting on the bed, just enough so that Ruby could comfortably slide over and sit closer to him, Sam took a gulp from his mug, set it over on the bedside table, then handed the envelope back to Ruby. "I think you should open it. But only if you're ready." He thought that maybe it would be better if she was the one to do it. Even though Ruby was playing it cool, Sam could tell that this meant a lot to her. She deserved to be the first one to read it.