You're Michael's vessel. Or rather, his receptacle. I'm a vess...
Zachariah: You're Michael's vessel. Or rather, his receptacle.
Dean: I'm a vessel?
Zachariah: You're the vessel. Michael's vessel.
Dean: How? Why, why me?
Zachariah: Because you're chosen! It's a great honor, Dean.
Dean: Oh, yeah. Life as an angel condom. That's real fun. I think I'll pass, thanks.
Dean: Where's Cass?
Chuck: He's dead. Or gone. The archangel smote the crap out of him. I'm sorry.
Dean: You're sure? I mean, maybe he just vanished into the light or something.
Chuck: Oh, no. He exploded. Like a water balloon of chunky soup.
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Dean: Do I know you?
Becky: No, but I know you.
- Permalink: Do I know you? No, but I know you.