Sam, I wanted to give you a few pointers. I don't think you could call them life lessons, but maybe you could call them pathetic words of inspiration.
Take care of the car. I would threaten to haunt you if you didn't, but we both know that will not be an option for me. If having the car haunts you…sell it. Salt and burn it if you feel the need.
Go see Sarah; I really think she is good for you. I said it before, and clearly I need to say it again, hook up with her, it will make you less cranky.
I would love to tell you to go back to school and live a normal life, but you and I both know that that is not really a possibility any more. Sorry about that by the way. You could always offer up my body to Hendrickson, and hope it will be enough to make him back off. Come on, you are pretty harmless in their eyes right now. And really they have nothing on you. But hey it is just a thought.
Check in with Bobby often. Oh… also he has been instructed not to let you out of his sight for the first two weeks I am gone, longer if he feels the need. You know how cagy he is so don't even try to weasel away from him. He made that mistake with me, and I don't think he could get over doing it again.
This brings us to the important message. Let it go! There will be NO, and I mean NO, deals made! First, I would kill you the moment I got back. Never mind, bad threat, you have been wanting that all along. But I would come up with something awful and you know it. I know I am asking you to do something that will tear you apart, but you need to listen and do what I say. However, if you could find a way to free my gutter soul, that would be pretty awesome. If you do find a way, find where Hendrickson had me buried and salt and burn my bones just to be safe.
You told me before that we were Dad's legacy, but now it's just you. So, hunt…don't hunt. Do what you need to (that is not giving you license to bring me back by the way). Just live.
Dean