#jimmy.

[otrebot]

Always there.

[druvvy]

Oh how the mighty have fallen

[fallenangelwings]

Jimmy | @chyremn

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.

That same blue-white glow faded from Castiel's eyes, and the woman scrabbled to her feet to hurry away. Shaken, but alive. Those few steps between where he stood and where Jimmy rested against the car were some of the heaviest he'd ever taken, but they managed to carry him within arm's reach. "... Are you hurt?" Even the Seraph's borrowed voice was the same, graveled and low, like he never had figured out how to relax a human's vocal cords.

[jet-set-go-go]

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

Cant fucking stand him

[fei-scribbles]

HOLY SHIT.

WHAT IS HAPPENING⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

[0donto1nsanity]

Mmmm mouthwash 🤤

[ask-swansea]

Hey dad :3

Hey, kiddo. Really not sure why I signed somethin' without reading. You are also indirectly the cause for me 'adopting' JIMBO. Yer grounded until I say. (I'm too lazy to punish you. No main room TV for an hour.)