Ok, so maybe Lucifer was having second thoughts now on this vessel now.
Sam was... much taller than his last vessel, Nick, and he was having a little trouble adjusting to the monsters height and regaining his balance. Smacking his head on the tops of doors was pretty painful too.
Perks of having a vessel (!)
Sam probably arranged his socks in according to color, the neat freak. And from looking inside his head, his little errant thought was proven correct. Oh, Sam was in there, scratching away, trying to regain control, but he was confident he couldn't beat him; the Devil.
No one could. Not little Sammy or his annoying brother Dean. Anyone.
Sammy was burning inside, he knew that, but it was a necessary sacrifice- this battle had been waiting in the winds for century upon century... and no human was going to prevent it, no matter what.
Lucifer glanced into the window now and saw his reflection, so much more rugged in appearance now with the additional bloodstains on his jacket, his hair awry. He raised a hand and had a thought to cut that annoying piece of hair in front of his eyes. Huh. Give Sammy a make-over-? He'd be freaking using face cream soon enough (!)
Sure, in Heaven, it had been very well known that he was the most beautiful angel in creation, and that all of Heaven wept when he fell. First created, and the first to fall from Grace...
He tilted his head now, staring at the body that was his meatsuit now- maybe it was fitting that he got the "feminine" brother-? Dean was pretty masculine, which would fit Mickey- literally, seeing as Dean was his body.
So were they implying that he was the most feminine of the archangels-? Giving him a vessel like this?
Saying he was the chick of Heaven-?
Yeah. Maybe a make-over wouldn't hurt after all.
Random times with my buddy Lover-Fighter-Writer;D x