#jimmy.

It had been several months since a vessel had been built for Castiel. He would like to think of it as repayment for his services, but that iteration of the archangel Michael would have done so simply because he asked. Not their Michael, but that of another world's. Restored, healed, and elsewhere on the planet after fulfilling the Seraph's request. Resurrect Jimmy Novak, and build him an identical vessel. The ad salesman had been left to wake alone with new clothes and a wad of cash in a motel room in the same city as his family home. The home, the street, even his wife and daughter had been warded in every way he knew.

Nothing could make up for using Jimmy's body, and allowing him to be destroyed... but Castiel tried. The Seraph had vowed to never go near him again.

When a case kicked up in the next town over, Castiel had been hesitant to go. Human life mattered more than his discomfort, his need to protect, so he went. Followed the signs of demonic presence, and found... Jimmy. Maybe he remembered how to read the signs as well. The man was pushed against the side of a car, pinned fast so the demon could attempt to possess him instead of the elderly woman it was wearing. Black smoke tried to pour into Jimmy's mouth, and it slid to the sides of his face instead. Repelled. The demon tried to retreat back into the woman when a piercing ring consumed their world, and the smoke writhed, twisted, thrashed, and was PULLED from her throat. The vile essence was reeled down the street, and it burned with a burst of holy blue-white light that dissipated to reveal a perfect replica of Jimmy. Swathed in the suit, the blue tie, and the tan canvas trench coat.

Mouthwashing!! I hardly know her!!!!!!