It definitely says something about the state of Sam's life that this isn't the first time he's camped out inside a mausoleum. It's probably not even the tenth time he's done so. Sam lives a sad and weird life, though he tries not to think about it too much anymore--he's learned that lesson, at least. Just do the next thing and try not to dwell on how he got to where he is, scrunched in a sleeping bag next to Dean on a cold marvel floor, hoping that they calculated the cemetery guard's route correctly and he's not about to get a flashlight shone in his face.

Ruby keeps waiting, watching for that sliver of a chance for something to change.