He recognizes that look on her face. It's the expression she gets on her face when she's trying to sort out a difficult situation or a tough problem. It surprises him how many little details suddenly come rushing back. God, she still smelled like cookies.
"No," he shakes his head. "I didn't make my interview. I made it back home in time, but-" He sighed. Part of him wished she wasn't so direct. That she didn't ask him about her death straight out of the gate. But then she wouldn't be Jess. "But yes, you died. After that, the interview stopped mattering."
Sam inhaled deeply, steeling himself for the even more difficult conversation that needed to happen next. "It was my fault. What happened to you was because of a demon. And he was there with you because of me."