Thou Shalt Have No Other Gods Before Me
Dean's God was not the Lord, but Hunting. Hunting was what instructed him to get up in the morning, to go to bed at night. How to live. How to work. How to fuck. Every day to day function another man might get from the bible, Dean got from his father's journal. He kept this God's Sabbath every day, by killing demons and vampires whenever he could. He made offerings to this God by salting and burning bones of the dead. And he prayed to this God every night, looking into a bottle of beer in hopes he'd find salvation.