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The second Sam is by himself, he’s begging and praying to Chuck, the tears he had been holding since the previous night falling.“I know you’re out there, God-Chuck. I know you can hear me.” Sam whispered into the safety of his bunker. “We need help, we can’t do this on our own.” He clenched his hands into fists, turning his knuckles white. “We need them back with us, they shouldn’t be dead. Cas shouldn’t be dead, Crowley shouldn’t be dead.” Sam stopped there, his eyes welling with more tears as he tried to blink them away. “I need him.” Sam whispered, his voice cracking as he deflated and sunk into himself.“Please.” He begged, getting on his knees. “Please bring him back.”Sam wasn’t surprised when the only answer he received was silence.Maybe it was Chuck who was surprised. After all, who would beg for the resurrection of a demon, right?