Sam's eyebrows bunched together over a gaze clouded with a touch of confusion and more than a little pain. His mother had never known Jess either. Dean was the only one who had met her. But somehow he'd forgotten, or not thought about it.

He lowered his gaze to his own hands, folded together on the table. "First girlfriend. At Stanford. She...died like you did. Because Azazel wanted me."