Ruby questioned he'd get it trimmed. Ever. His hair would grow sentient and would have to be stopped. Totally likely. But until that day she'd continue to be facinated with how ridiculous it could get when he didn't brush it out. It amazed her how domestic they'd gotten. Just sometimes she properly thought about it, and there they were, talking about his hair, and their daughter being a troll to her uncle Dean and it was all so normal.
Even if he was entirely mocking her food. Which was harsh. If admittidly fair. She'd never been the best cook and she'd never tried to learn. Maybe she should get Karen Singer to teach her. Teach Sam a lesson and become some kind of amazing culinary genius. It could all happen of course. Weirder things had happened in their lives than Ruby discovering how to make the perfect creme brulee.
"You. Me. Takeout. Maybe a movie. Maybe just sitting and talking. We deserve it you know. I know you don't believe that, not yet, but its true. Because you're back, and everything can just get back to how it was now, can't it? Its better that way. The past is the past and we have a life here, our daughter, even Dean. Our friends. I never could have expected it for us Sam and now here it is." Ruby leant in to give her husband a kiss, sneakily switching off his computer at the same time knowing as she did he'd give her hell about not 'shutting it down properly' but she wasn't even slightly sorry.