Dear Castiel,

I suppose I am in the wrong again with the unfortunate loss of my temper. I must insist though that you understand how crucial events are in order for us to be successful in our plans. You allowing those idiot brothers to interfere is not at all helpful.

While I enjoy dissecting and otherwise torturing a variety of monsters as well as Eve herself, it is still work; understand. It is time consuming and a lot more messy than what I'm accustomed to. So while I am diligently attempting to unlock purgatory in every effort to not only uphold the contract that would allow our marriage to come to pass, but also so as to please you...well. It did not sit well with me that you should take that opportunity to find solace in the passenger seat of a certain impala car.

You are connected to me. You belong to me. Do you understand this, Castiel? Do you understand what you have agreed to when you acquired my help? I am a demon, but I am a man of business, and you are an angel. You are bound to your word.

Stop parading around creation with those useless, incompetent, no-brained humans and write me back for hell's sake!

I am what is important in all of this because I am the one that will win you this war. If you would just let me in.

With love and impatience,

Crowley