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“Lazarus Rising” - 04X01

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BOBBY: Yeah?
DEAN: Bobby?
BOBBY: Yeah?
DEAN: It's me.
BOBBY: Who's “me”?
DEAN: Dean. [Bobby hangs up and Dean calls again]
BOBBY: Who is this?
DEAN: Bobby, listen to me.
BOBBY: This ain't funny. Call again, I'll kill ya…
*~*~*

DEAN: Surprise.
BOBBY: I-I don't...
DEAN: Yeah, me neither. But here I am. [Behind his back, Bobby takes a silver knife. As Dean approaches, Bobby lunges forward and slashes at him. Dean grabs his arm and twists it around; Bobby breaks the grip and backhands him in the face.] Bobby! It's me!
BOBBY: My ass!
DEAN: [shoves a chair between himself and BOBBY, holds his hands out] Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait! Your name is Robert Steven Singer. You became a hunter after your wife got possessed, and... you're about the closest thing I have to a father. Bobby. It's me. [Bobby lowers the knife, steps forward slowly. He places a hand gently on Dean’s shoulder. Suddenly he slashes again, but Dean quickly subdues and disarms him.] I am not a shapeshifter!
BOBBY: Then you're a Revenant! [Dean shoves Bobby away, having taken the knife. He holds it out in front of him.]
DEAN: All right. If I was either, could I do this - with a silver knife? [Dean rolls up his left sleeve, and, grimacing, slices his arm above the elbow with the knife. A line of blood appears.]
BOBBY: Dean?
DEAN: That's what I've been trying to tell you.
BOBBY: It's... It's good to see you, boy.
DEAN: Yeah, you too.
BOBBY: But... how did you bust out?
DEAN: I don't know. I just, uh, I just woke up in a pine box...[Suddenly, Bobby splashes water in Dean’s face. Dean pauses, spits.] I'm not a demon either, you know.
BOBBY: Sorry. Can't be too careful. But... that don't make a lick of sense.
DEAN: Yeah. Yeah, you're preachin' to the choir.
BOBBY: Dean. Your chest was ribbons, your insides were slop. And you've been buried four months. Even if you could slip out of hell and back into your meat suit…
DEAN: I know, I should look like a Thriller video reject.
BOBBY: What do you remember?
DEAN: Not much. I remember I was a Hellhound's chew toy, and then... lights out. Then I come to six feet under, that was it. Sam's number's not working. He's, uh... he's not...
BOBBY: Oh, he's alive. As far as I know.
DEAN: Good. Wait, what do you mean, as far as you know?
BOBBY: I haven't talked to him for months.
DEAN: You're kidding, you just let him go off by himself?
BOBBY: He was dead set on it.
DEAN: Bobby, you should have been looking after him.
BOBBY: I tried. These last months haven't been exactly easy, you know. For him or me. We had to bury you.
DEAN: Why did you bury me, anyway?
BOBBY: I wanted you salted and burned. Usual drill. But... Sam wouldn't have it.
DEAN: Well, I'm glad he won that one.
BOBBY: He said you'd need a body when he got you back home somehow. That's about all he said.
DEAN: What do you mean?
BOBBY: He was quiet. Real quiet. And then he just took off. Wouldn't return my calls. I tried to find him, but he didn't want to be found.
DEAN: Oh, damn it, Sammy.
BOBBY: What?
DEAN: Oh, he got me home okay. But whatever he did, it is bad mojo.
BOBBY: What makes you so sure?
DEAN: You should have seen the grave site. It was like a nuke went off. And then there was this… this force, this presence, I don't know, but it, it blew past me at a fill-up joint. And then this. [He strips his jacket, pulls up his sleeve to reveal the handprint.]
BOBBY: What in the hell?
DEAN: It was like a demon just yanked me out. Or rode me out.
BOBBY: But why?
DEAN: To hold up their end of the bargain.
BOBBY: You think Sam made a deal.
DEAN: It's what I would have done.
*~*~*

DEAN: [On his cell] Yeah, hi, I have a cell phone account with you guys, and uh, I lost my phone. I was wondering if you could turn the GPS on for me…Yeah…Name's Wedge Antilles. Social is 2-4-7-4…Thank you.
BOBBY: How'd you know he'd use that name?
DEAN: You kiddin' me? What don't I know about that kid? [Dean picks up one of the many empty liquor bottles scattered around] Hey, Bobby? What's the deal with the liquor store? Your parents out of town or something?
BOBBY: Like I said. Last few months ain't been all that easy.
DEAN: Right. Sam's in Pontiac, Illinois.
BOBBY: Right near where you were planted.
DEAN: Right where I popped up. Hell of a coincidence, don't you think?
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RUBY: So where is it?
DEAN: Where's what?
RUBY: The pizza... that takes two guys to deliver?
DEAN: I think we got the wrong room.
SAM: Hey, is...
DEAN: Heya, Sammy.
SAM: Who are you?!
DEAN: Like you didn't do this?!
SAM: Do what?!
BOBBY: It's him. It's him. I've been through this already, it's really him.
SAM: What...
DEAN: I know. I look fantastic, huh?
RUBY: So are you two like... together?
SAM: What? No. No. He's my brother.
RUBY: Uh... got it. I... I guess. Look, I should probably go.
SAM: Yeah. Yeah, that's probably a good idea. Sorry.
RUBY: So, call me.
SAM: Yeah. Yeah, sure thing, Kathy.
RUBY: Chrissy.
SAM: Right.
*~*~*

DEAN: So tell me, what'd it cost?
SAM: The girl? I don't pay, Dean.
DEAN: That's not funny, Sam. To bring me back. What'd it cost? Was it just your soul, or was it something worse?
SAM: You think I made a deal?
BOBBY: That's exactly what we think.
SAM: Well, I didn't.
DEAN: Don't lie to me.
SAM: I'm not lying.
DEAN: So what now, I'm off the hook and you're on, is that it? You're some demon's bitch-boy? I didn't want to be saved like this.
SAM: Look, Dean, I wish I had done it, all right?
DEAN: There's no other way that this could have gone down. Now tell the truth!
SAM: I tried everything. That's the truth. I tried opening the Devil's Gate. Hell, I tried to bargain, Dean, but no demon would deal, all right? You were rotting in Hell for months. For months, and I couldn't stop it. So I'm sorry it wasn't me, all right? Dean, I'm sorry.
DEAN: It's okay, Sammy. You don't have to apologize, I believe you.
BOBBY: Don't get me wrong, I'm gladdened that Sam's soul remains intact, but it does raise a sticky question.
DEAN: If he didn't pull me out, then what did?
*~*~*

DEAN: So what were you doing around here if you weren't digging me out of my grave?
SAM: Well, once I figured out I couldn't save you, I started hunting down Lilith, trying to get some payback.
BOBBY: All by yourself. Who do you think you are, your old man?
SAM: Uh, yeah, I'm sorry, Bobby. I should have called. I was pretty messed up.
DEAN: [Dean picks up a bra from Sam’s bed] Oh yeah. I really feel your pain.
SAM: Anyways, uh, I was checking these demons out of Tennessee, and out of nowhere they took a hard left, booked up here.
DEAN: When?
SAM: Yesterday morning.
DEAN: When I busted out.
BOBBY: You think these demons are here 'cause of you?
SAM: But why?
DEAN: Well, I don't know - some badass demon drags me out and now this? It's gotta be connected somehow.
BOBBY: How you feelin', anyway?
DEAN: I'm a little hungry.
BOBBY: No, I mean, do you feel like yourself? Anything strange, or different?
DEAN: Or demonic? Bobby, how many times do I have to prove I'm me?
BOBBY: Yeah. Well, listen. No demon's letting you loose out of the goodness of their hearts. They've gotta have something nasty planned.
DEAN: Well, I feel fine.
SAM: Okay, look, we don't know what they're planning. We got a pile of questions and no shovel. We need help.
BOBBY: I know a psychic. A few hours from here. Something this big, maybe she's heard the other side talking.
DEAN: Hell yeah, it's worth a shot.
BOBBY: I'll be right back .
SAM: Hey, wait. You probably want this back. [Sam removes the Amulet Of Epic Brotherly Love and gives it to Dean]
DEAN: Thanks.
SAM: Don’t mention it. Hey Dean, what was it like?
DEAN: What, Hell? I don't know, I, I must have blacked it out. I don't remember a damn thing.
SAM: Well, thank God for that.
DEAN: Yeah.
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BOBBY: She's about four hours down the Interstate. Try to keep up.
SAM: I assume you'll want to drive.
DEAN: Oh, I almost forgot! Hey, sweetheart, did you miss me? [Dean gets in the driver's side, settles in. He sees an iPod plugged into the stereo, pauses, and gives it a dirty look. Sam gets into the passenger's seat, smiling. Dean glares at him.] What the hell is that?
SAM: That's an iPod jack.
DEAN: You were supposed to take care of her, not douche her up.
SAM: Dean, I thought it was my car.
DEAN: [Dean starts the car and Jason Manns’ Vision is playing] Really? [Dean rips the iPod out of the jack and tosses it in the back seat]
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DEAN: There's still one thing that's bothering me.
SAM: Yeah?
DEAN: Yeah, the night that I bit it. Or... got bit. How'd you make it out? I thought Lilith was going to kill you.
SAM: Well, she tried. She couldn't.
DEAN: What do you mean, she couldn't?
SAM: She fired this, like, burning light at me, and... didn't leave a scratch. Like I was immune or something.
DEAN: Immune?
SAM: Yeah. I don't know who was more surprised, her or me. She left pretty fast after that.
DEAN: Huh. What about Ruby, where is she?
SAM: Dead. For now.
DEAN: So you've been using your, uh, freaky ESP stuff?
SAM: No.
DEAN: You sure about that? Well, I mean, now that you've got... immunity, whatever the hell that is... just wondering what other kind of weirdo crap you've got going on.
SAM: Nothing, Dean. Look, you didn't want me to go down that road, so I didn't go down that road. It was practically your dying wish.
DEAN: Yeah, well, let's keep it that way.
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DEAN: [Sees Pamela’s tattoo] Who's Jesse?
PAMELA: Well, it wasn't forever.
DEAN: His loss.
PAMELA: Might be your gain.
DEAN: Dude, I am so in.
SAM: Yeah, she's gonna eat you alive.
DEAN: Hey, I just got out of jail. Bring it.
PAMELA: [She gives Sam with a wink] You're invited too, grumpy.
DEAN: You are NOT invited.
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PAMELA: Right. Take each other's hands. And I need to touch something our mystery monster touched. [She slides her hand along Dean’s inner thigh]
DEAN: Whoa. Well, he didn't touch me there.
PAMELA: My mistake. [Dean looks around, nervous, then takes off his outer shirt, pulls up his left t-shirt sleeve to reveal the hand print. Pamela lays her hand on the handprint.] Okay. I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle. I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle. I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle. I invoke, conjure, and command...Castiel? No. Sorry, Castiel, I don't scare easy.
DEAN: Castiel?
PAMELA: Its name. It's whispering to me, warning me to turn back. I conjure and command you, show me your face. I conjure and command you, show me your face. I conjure and command you, show me your face. I conjure and command you, show me your face.
BOBBY: Maybe we should stop.
PAMELA: I almost got it. I command you, show me your face! Show me your face now! [Suddenly the candles flare up several feet in the air and Pamela begins to scream. Her eyes fly open and are filled with a white-hot flame. She collapses; the rattling, white noise, and flames die out.]
BOBBY: Call 9-1-1!
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DEAN: What'd Bobby say?
SAM: Pam's stable. And out of I.C.U.
DEAN: And blind, because of us.
SAM: And we still have no clue who we're dealing with.
DEAN: That's not entirely true.
SAM: No?
DEAN: We got a name. Castiel, or whatever. With the right mumbo-jumbo we could summon him, bring him right to us.
SAM: You're crazy. Absolutely not.
DEAN: We'll work him over. I mean, after what he did?
SAM: Pam took a peek at him and her eyes burned out of her skull, and you want to have a face to face?
DEAN: You got a better idea?
SAM: Yeah, as a matter of fact I do. I followed some demons to town, right?
DEAN: Okay.
SAM: So, we go find them. Someone's gotta know something about something. [The waitress reappears with two plates of pie] Thanks. [The waitress sits the table]
DEAN: You angling for a tip?
WAITRESS: I'm sorry. Thought you were looking for us. [Her eyes go black] Dean. To hell and back. Aren't you a lucky duck?
DEAN: That's me.
WAITRESS: So you get to just stroll out of the pit, huh? Tell me. What makes you so special?
DEAN: I like to think it's because of my perky nipples. I don't know. Wasn't my doing, I don't know who pulled me out.
WAITRESS: Right. You don't.
DEAN: No. I don't.
WAITRESS: Lying's a sin, you know.
DEAN: I'm not lying. But I'd like to find out, so if you wouldn't mind enlightening me, Flo...
WAITRESS: Mind your tone with me, boy. I'll drag you back to hell myself.
DEAN: No, you won't.
WAITRESS: No?
DEAN: No. Because if you were you would have done it already. Fact is, you don't know who cut me loose. And you're just as spooked as we are. And you're looking for answers. Well, maybe it was some turbo-charged spirit. Or, uh, Godzilla. Or some big bad boss demon. I'm guessing at your pay grade that they don't tell you squat. Because whoever it was, they want me out. And they're a lot stronger than you. So go ahead. Send me back. But don't come crawling to me when they show up on your front doorstep with some Vaseline and a fire hose.
WAITRESS: I'm going to reach down your throat and rip out your lungs. [Dean hits her]
DEAN: That's what I thought. Let's go, Sam. [Dean throws some money on the table] For the pie.
*~*~*

DEAN: Holy crap, that was close.
SAM: We're not just going to leave them in there, are we, Dean?
DEAN: Well yeah, there's three of them, probably more, and we've only got one knife between us.
SAM: I've been killing a lot more demons than that lately.
DEAN: Not anymore - the smarter brother's back in town.
SAM: Dean, we've got to take 'em. They are dangerous.
DEAN: They're scared. Okay? Scared of whatever had the juice to yank me out. We're dealing with a bad mofo here. One job at a time.
*~*~*

BOBBY: How you doin', kid?
DEAN: Aside from the church bells ringing in my head, peachy. [Dean calls Sam]
SAM: Hey.
DEAN: What are you doing?
SAM: Couldn't sleep, went to get a burger.
DEAN: In my car?
SAM: Force of habit, sorry. What are you doing up?
DEAN: Well, uh, Bobby's back. We're going to grab a beer.
SAM: All right, well, uh, spill some for me, huh?
DEAN: Done. Catch you later. [They hang up]
BOBBY: Why the hell didn't you tell him?
DEAN: Because he just tried to stop us.
BOBBY: From what?
DEAN: Summoning this thing. It's time we faced it head-on.
BOBBY: You can't be serious!
DEAN: As a heart attack. It's high noon, baby.
BOBBY: Well, we don't know what it is. It could be a demon, it could be anything.
DEAN: That's why we've got to be ready for anything. We've got the big-time magic knife, you've got an arsenal in the trunk...
BOBBY: This is a bad idea.
DEAN: Yeah, I couldn't agree more, but what other choice do we have?
BOBBY: We could choose life.
DEAN: Bobby, whatever this is, whatever it wants, it's after me. That much we know, right? I've got no place to hide. I can either get caught with my pants down again, or we can make our stand.
BOBBY: Dean, we could use Sam on this.
DEAN: Nah, he's better off where he is.
*~*~*

[Bobby draws a symbol with white spray paint on the cement floor. As he stands, we see that the entire floor, walls, and ceiling of the empty rectangular warehouse are covered in similar images.]
DEAN: That's a hell of an art project you've got going there.
BOBBY: Traps and talismans from every faith on the globe. How you doing?
DEAN: Stakes, iron, silver, salt, knife. I mean, we're pretty much set to catch and kill anything I've ever heard of.
BOBBY: This is still a bad idea.
DEAN: Yeah, Bobby, I heard you the first ten times. What do you say we ring the dinner bell?
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DEAN: You sure you did the ritual right? Sorry. Touchy, touchy, huh? [A loud rattling shakes the roof. Dean and Bobby arm themselves with shotguns and take positions at the far end of the warehouse.] Wishful thinking, but maybe it’s just the wind. [The door bursts open and a Castiel BAMFs into the barn. The light bulbs above his head shatter in a shower of sparks as he passes them. As he approaches, Dean and Bobby both open fire, but the shots do not even slow him down. Dean takes the knife as Castiel gets close.] Who are you?
CASTIEL: I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.
DEAN: Yeah. Thanks for that. [Dean plunges the knife into Castiel’s chest. Castiel looks down, unconcerned, and pulls it out, drops it to the floor. Behind him, Bobby attacks; without looking, Castiel grabs Bobby’s weapon and uses it to swing him around. Castiel touches Bobby on the forehead with fingertips and Bobby crumples to the ground.] We need to talk, Dean. Alone.
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[Dean crouches over Bobby, checking his pulse. He glares at Castiel.]
CASTIEL: Your friend's alive.
DEAN: Who are you?
CASTIEL: Castiel.
DEAN: Yeah, I figured that much, I mean what are you?
CASTIEL: I'm an Angel of the Lord.
DEAN: Get the hell out of here. There's no such thing.
CASTIEL: This is your problem, Dean. You have no faith. [Lightening flashes, and on Castiel’s back great glorious shadowy wings appear, stretching off into the distance.]
DEAN: Some angel you are. You burned out that poor woman's eyes.
CASTIEL: I warned her not to spy on my true form. It can be... overwhelming to humans and so can my real voice. But you already knew that.
DEAN: You mean the gas station and the motel. That was you talking? Buddy, next time, lower the volume.
CASTIEL: That was my mistake. Certain people, special people, can perceive my true visage. I thought you would be one of them. I was wrong.
DEAN: And what visage are you in now, huh? What, holy tax accountant?
CASTIEL: This? This is... a vessel.
DEAN: You're possessing some poor bastard?
CASTIEL: He's a devout man, he actually prayed for this.
DEAN: Well, I'm not buying what you're selling, so who are you really?
CASTIEL: I told you.
DEAN: Right. And why would an angel rescue me from Hell?
CASTIEL: Good things do happen, Dean.
DEAN: Not in my experience.
CASTIEL: What's the matter? You don't think you deserve to be saved?
DEAN: Why'd you do it?
CASTIEL: Because God commanded it. Because we have work for you.
*~*~*

***Bonus Trivia***

The title of the episode, Lazarus Rising, refers to Lazarus of Bethany who was raised from the dead by Jesus and whose story is recounted in the Gospel of John. Also, episode 04x22 is entitled Lucifer Rising.
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DEAN: So tell me, what'd it cost?
SAM: The girl? I don't pay, Dean.
In episode 06x03 we learn that Sam will on occasion pay for it.
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DEAN: The name’s Antilles, Wedge.
Sam’s alias, Wedge Antilles, is the name of a character from Star Wars.
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The devastation around Dean’s grave is reminiscent of the Tunguska Event, thought to be caused by a meteorite in Siberia in 1908. It has been widely referenced in literature and TV, including an episode of The X-Files.
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In the gas station, Dean picks up a copy of Busty Asian Beauties, a porn preference of Dean’s mentioned in 02x15 Tall Tales and 03x14 Long-Distance Call.
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BOBBY: Dean, your chest was ribbons, your insides were slop. And you'd been buried for four months. Even if you could slip out of Hell and inside your meat suit...
DEAN: I know. I should look like a Thriller video reject.
Dean is referring to the zombie dancers from Michael Jackson’s Thriller video.
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BOBBY: We could choose life.
“Choose Life” was a slogan worn on a t-shirt by 80s glam pop group Wham in the video for "Wake Me Up Before You Go Go." However, the phrase has been used in a variety of ways, including a slogan for the pro-life/anti-abortion movement. Also, may be a reference to the movie Trainspotting, which featured the tag line: Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a starter home. Choose dental insurance, leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose your future. But why would anyone want to do a thing like that?
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The phrase Castiel says to Dean, "We have work for you," echoes the phrase "We've got work to do," spoken by Sam at the end of 01x01 Pilot, and by Dean at the end of 02x22 All Hell Breaks Loose: Part Two. It also calls back to 01x12 Faith, where when Dean asks Roy Le Grange what Le Grange saw in Dean that made him pick him out of the crowd to be healed, Le Grange replied, "A young man with an important purpose, a job to do. And it isn't finished."
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When Dean pushes his way out of his grave in the beginning, he breaks through the soil with his hands first - a reference to the film adaptation of Stephen King's Carrie, and one that has been made on Supernatural already, namely in 01x02 Wendigo, when Sam dreams about visiting Jessica Moore's grave.
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According to Dictionary of Angels: Including the Fallen Angels, Castiel is an Angel of Thursday in the occult lore. This may be a reference to the fact that Supernatural airs on a Thursday night on the CW network.
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Castiel's line "I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition" is iambic in structure.
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When Genevieve Cortese was cast, Kripke issued a statement saying she would be playing "a small town waitress named Kristy who gets romantically involved with Sam sometime after Dean’s death"
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Jensen has described how he has a scar from filming the gas station scene, where real glass (rather than candy glass usually used in stunts) was used at Kim Manners insistence. He also mentioned that the 'dirt' when he is buried was made of crushed Oreos.
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Sam is staying in Room 207 in the Astoria Hotel in Pontiac, Illinois.
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The painting of the tiger in Sam's hotel room is the same painting that was seen in Andy's van in 02x05 Simon Said.
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Sam has been wearing Dean's Amulet while Dean was in Hell, and gives it back to him in this episode.
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Sam buried Dean in Pontiac, Illinois, which is over 200 miles from New Harmony, Indiana, where Dean was killed by Hellhounds in 03x16 No Rest For The Wicked.
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The license plate number of the white car Dean steals at the gas station is V6R 1G3. It is a 1962 Mercury Monterey hard top. This conforms to the number and letter configuration for Canadian Postal codes and corresponds to the Postal Code applied to residences in the Locarno Beach area of Greater Vancouver where the show films. Whether this is significant of anything is unknown.
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The last 4 digits of the Social Security number Sam used for his cell phone account is 2474.
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