Dean "For the" Winchester walked into the hall. At the other end of the hall stood a vaguely aloof figure, a seemingly kind old man. Though unable to make the figure out, Dean had a feeling the man was an All-American, mom, pop and apple pie who had the countries best intention at heard.
"MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTT!" cried Dean, talking to Mitt Romney who is who the figure was.
"Dean pls I am not a leviathan i am just running for president".
Dean found a way to fold space time so that he could retract his poop back inside him, so that he could give -1 shits. Dean then folded his lack of shit giving into a goddamned katana, which he drew with great prejudice.
"MORMON? MORE LIKE MORON, MITT!" cried Dean, as he ran towards the former presidential candidate. Time stood still for Mitt Romney. He knew a katana made out of not giving shits was his one weakness, his kryptonite.
Mitt Romney lay on the floor, Dean satisfied having disposed of him. He was totally a Leviathan, right?! Right?! DEAN WINCHESTER IS NOT A MASS MURDERER, IS HE?!
No. Mitt Romney's spirit rose out of him, a giant, lovecraftian behemoth of a beast, who stared down at Dean Winchester the same way a person stares down at a tapeworm.
"You have revealed my true form. I'm super insecure about how wide my hips are in it so I will kill you now Dean Winchesting!"
Dean Winchester found a way to give so little amounts of shit that the space-time continuum folded, every plane of existance colliding in to one, all the Dean Winchesters in the multiverse fusing together to form DEAN DEAN DEAN DEAN DEAN DEAN - a collection of pure divine energy that was made up of not shit giving. Using his abilities, DEAN DEAN DEAN DEAN DEAN DEAN slaughtered Mitt Romney's true leviathan form.
The end.