Chuck watched Sam’s continued struggles with the best you're being stupid scowl he could manage with fabric in his mouth - he’d long since resigned himself to the fact that he wasn’t getting out of here that way, but apparently Sam wasn’t going to sit by calmly in this situation... which was probably the better option, wasn’t it? Actually making an effort to get out, to get back out there, to do something useful... but he was tired, and sore, and not even remotely strong enough to just hulk out of the ropes, or something, and he’d already tried wiggling out and he just, he didn’t have the energy for that. So, whatever, if Sam wanted to wear himself out, he could go right ahead.
But he didn’t have to be so obnoxious about the whole thing, did he? It wasn’t like this was Chuck’s fault or anything. He’d had nothing to do with Sam getting caught. How did he get caught, anyway? Seriously, he was like... ridiculously tall, ridiculously strong, and Jo was pretty strong too, sure, but Chuck just couldn’t picture her overpowering Sam without almost laughing (which he was pretty sure was not the appropriate response to anything relating to this situation, maybe he was getting kind of hysterical, trapped here...) and he figured that wouldn’t go over well with Sam. Not that Sam could do anything about it, but whatever, he still didn’t really want to piss the hunter off right now. He was the only ally Chuck had in this.
The only one except, apparently, Mary, who was coming in and untying their gags, concerned - but her eyes were black, and Chuck stared at her, completely lost, while she spoke to her son, to him.
>“...and you've...I'm sorry...has anyone even given you water?”
“Uh, not in...” quite a while, it felt like, but it was hard to tell, in here; the passage of time was weird, when you were in the same place hour after hour and nothing changed to let you know - “...I guess it was a few hours ago?”
He watched her warily, trying to see why Sam wasn’t freaking out about her being possessed, why a demon that wasn’t Ruby would be here helping them, what the hell was going on because he really, really hated not knowing what was happening, why the world was suddenly going completely insane, and he hated it even more when he’d spent days (he’d lost count, but he thought it might have been a week, now) tied up.
>> "I'm not a demon. I know it looks that way and I know that you're probably having a hard time believing it, but it's true. Something is going on, Mom. Something is turning us against each other. We need to find it and stop it."
“Wait, seriously? There’re no demons?”
If that were true, it would explain the a lot, actually. Because if something wanted to make them think the others were demons, that would... it would make sense. It would probably explain why the archangel hadn’t popped in to blow Jo or the others to paste, yet. He wanted to believe that, he really did. Not least because it meant he didn’t have to worry about getting a demon out of Jo - a demon who could touch salt and holy water and say exorcisms, which meant none of those things would be effective against it.