That episode! I am feeling the feels. However, there were parts I felt were rushed and things I wish we'd seen more of so here are a couple of deleted scenes.

A fan turns above, light stutters in the dark, flashing across Sam's face in slow rotations. He's cold, colder than cold, frigid to the bone. He can barely feel the sharp tug of teeth in his neck as monsters suck the last of him dry.

It's a quick way to go, bleeding out in a matter of minutes, and Sam can do nothing but stare upwards, through the wings of the fan where the sun still shines, blinking in and out of sight.

He doesn't think much of anything in those last moments, is past the point of being able to think at all. His soul clings on as best it can, a scarred thing.

In the belly of a cave in a foreign universe, the man who once saved the world dies alone. It wasn't this world he saved. This also isn't his first taste of death.

It's not a terrible way to go, all things considered.

It's quiet. The world has gone quiet. Dull, drained of colour, and empty of everything else. A bird chirps in the canopy of the trees. Miraculously, Dean's heart continues beating.

He walks because that's all he can do. Walk. Keep going. Don't stop. In place of an overgrown forest he sees red. He hears his name called. Sam's last word. A long time ago, it was his first, too.

The sun is low, a few minutes from disappearing beyond the horizon, and Castiel catches Dean's arm. They stop for a while to rest, to plan, to grieve. The girl - Dean didn't catch her name, he doesn't care - keeps looking at him, each time making the wise decision not to say anything.

The fire they build is barely a flicker, fizzling down to embers. Dean stares at the hot orange sparks.

Sam isn't here. He's not here.

"We shouldn't have left him there," Dean says. His voice is flat, he can hear the emptiness within him echoing outwards. "He wouldn't have left any of us behind."

"Dean…" Cas says. "It was too late."

"How do we know? No one tried. We didn't even try. He - he died alone."

Gabriel watches him, unblinking, and doesn't utter a word. Cas's eyes are endless blue, watery, a tear slips down his cheek.

"I saw," he says, throat working. "He was gone. We couldn't risk collecting his - his body."

They're quiet. The last two words take up the space between them, too tight to fit, they tremble under the strain.

Dean pulls in a shaky breath. "We find Mom and Jack," he decides, "and then I'm going to get Sam's body. Jack can bring him back. He can."

Their answers hang unspoken in the air. If we even find them. If there's any of Sam left to save. If he can be saved at all.

"We'll get him back," Dean says.

A day later, a dead man stumbles out of the forest. He is covered in six pints of blood, the other two pints sit in the bellies of monsters, along with several chunks of his own skin, meat and muscle.

His mother, brother, friend, all victims of resurrection, look on with awe. Standing before them, the dead man is made anew.

His head hangs low, the Devil walks behind him, perched over his shoulder. They both come to a halt. Sam is unbound but there is a tether around his neck, the other end clutched in Lucifer's hand.

Comments appreciated! I'm thinking of writing some more codas for this episode, such as alternate endings. Thanks for reading!