Dear Sam

Office Of The Almighty

#1,

Everywhere

18th April, 2009 (Earth Gregorian calendar)

To: Mr Samuel Winchester, Esq.
C/o passenger seat,
The Metallicar,
Kansas CNK 80Q3
USA

Re: Attitude, Adjustment Of

Dear Sam,

It has been reported to Me that your attitude has taken a rather unfortunate downturn in recent weeks. I refer of course to your constant intimation that your brother, namely Dean, is not the man he once was.

It may have escaped your notice that, since returning from Perdition, your brother has had quite a few rather sizeable personal obstacles to hurdle. While you have enjoyed the warm blanket of faith in Me all of your life, your brother has, at best, been waiting for proof, at worst, unprepared to accept there may be anything good left in the multiverse. His retrieval by one of My most trusted operatives was a horrific shock to his personal belief system, one that My operatives confirm that he is still struggling with.

Secondly, and not to put too fine a point on it: he was in Perdition. By definition, not a place to be enjoyed. I have heard of human soldiers suffering from post traumatic syndrome for many years. Half a season to get over his soul-destroying experiences cannot be too much to ask, surely?

I understand you feel that he is somehow different. He is, and even he does not comprehend just how much. However, you must continue to believe in Me and trust that I ordered him back for more important reasons than simply preventing him from choosing to ‘open the box’ over ‘taking the money’. It cannot have gone unnoticed that he is still prepared to do the job, however much you accuse him of “losing his edge”. Everything is unfolding as it should, and I would appreciate a little more faith in My planning abilities, thank you.

While we’re on the subject of faith, perhaps you could take a moment to think carefully about the reasons you believe this ‘Ruby’, as you prefer to call her, is actually appearing to help you. It breaks My heart to see such a fine, honest believer corrupted by the likes of ‘Ruby’, and sometimes I wonder why I find you humans so fascinating anyway. While you are, certainly, one of My finer creations (I take personal responsibility for those expressive eyebrows), you need to ensure you do not let yourself cross the line from cute and useful to Dean into borderline Ends Justifies The Means. Trust Me, you do not want Me to become upset over the actions you bring about in the name of the Greater Good. Your brother himself warned you about this subject: you must be wary of good intentions. I believe he put it best: “Ruby’s just jerking your chain down the road. You know what it’s paved with and you know where it’s going.”

Finally, on a personal note, please wear less layers. I gave you that body for a reason, and it was nothing to do with clothes horses. And don't worry, I have already sent a letter to your brother.

Love to Bobby,

God