I loved the swag the leviathan had when he possessed Cas and then this happened.

He looked in the mirror and saw his new face reflected in the thin silver surface. Damn, I have a reflection! After about 2000 years in that mudhole I have a reflection, he thought as he rocked on his new leather shoes, unconsciously following the beat of the music playing in the store.

He stroked the black suit jacket till it fell perfectly against his new body, stretching his neck and his legs, feeling the fabric on his skin. Theatrically he spun around once and stopped in a pose and looked up at his reflection in the mirror.

"Well hello there handsome, haven't seen you in a couple of years!" He said aloud and laughed.

"Ah, brothers, if you could see me now, I think you'd be proud." He said leaning on the nearest mannequin.

"I already made a mess upstairs. HA, if you could hear the chirpers the angels are making. It's panic and I just arrived!" He rambled as he looked at the empty mannequins face and the now naked body from which he had stolen the suit.

"They are so afraid that I'll expose myself to the humans. Or worse, them!" He smirked and jumped way, pushing the mannequin of its legs. "and Earth is more crowed now than I remember it. Used to be just a wide sea with pieces of land here and there when I was here last. Those were the days, when I was just a humble sea monster, just feasting on God's creations, watching over the Hellmouth. " He sighted and looked at the dead clerk on the floor, a blood pool surrounding his head. He gently perked his head with his new shoes. "Now I'm basically a demon, so to speak, but I like it!" He exclaimed and kicked the head of the clerk as he did a little jump in excitement again.

"Everything is so new, so fresh," he took a deep breath, "even the air is fresh! So much pollution, it tickles me in all the right places." He giggled and skipped to the mirror again, so close his breath fogged the reflecting glass. "What shall we do now, what have we done, what can we do?" He said, words running out of his new mouth tickling his tongue.

"This Castiel fella wasn't the funniest type of angel. Feisty, I see but not really my kind of feisty." He said backing away from the mirror, "My Lord this, my Lord that, Dean, Sam, souls, heaven, purgatory, Crowley.. Man, this little feather had a lot on his mind." He moaned as another rush of memories from Castiel's life on earth came flooding in. He leaned against the mirror with his hands, the cold of his skin icing the glass. "And all the good feelings that come a long with them too; anger, abandonment, fear, sadness, loss, heartache, pain, aching!" He screamed and punched right through the mirror, shattering his reflection in a million pieces. He sighted heavily as the ray of emotions and memories slowly faded, leaving him more informed of his host.

"Wow those surges are a kick aren't they!" He bellowed and shook his head, dusting glass of his suit. The glass had made several small cuts in his new hand and blood gently oozed from the scratches. "Ah damn, I just got this one!" He said, stamping his foot like a 5 year old girl. "I've had this mean suit for 12 hours and I already scratch it, can you believe that!" He asked loudly as he licked the blood of his hand till the cuts healed. He calmed himself and took one of those new deep breaths and looked down at the clerk on the floor again, and bent down next to him.

I have to go now; lot's of hell to raise!" He said and clapped the young boys cheek before he got up. He headed for the door, and as the bell chimed, he turned around and flipped the Open sign to Closed.

"Also, thanks for the suit!" he said as the door closed behind him.

Soooo I'm planning on this getting smutty at some point and a certain demon missy being a part of it. Comment if you like