Sam definitely didn't look the same as he'd looked five years earlier. he'd gained a bit of weight, and he'd bulked up a bit. His hair was longer, shaggier. His eyes were darker, older. He'd aged far beyond those five years.
He felt awkward with her arms around him. His instinct was to stiffen. He took a breath and forced himself to relax. He brought an arm up to her back, his hand patting the back of her head. She felt so right, like she always had.
"You're so beautiful, Jess." Just like he'd imagined her, when Lucifer used her image to come to him. Sam shivered and stepped back, holding her at arm's length so he could look her over.