When Dean Met Castiel: Gizoogle edition

• Dean: Who is you?
• Castiel: I be tha one whoz ass gripped yo ass tight n' raised yo ass from perdition.
• Dean: Yeah. Thanks fo' that.
• Castiel: Our thugged-out asses need ta talk, Dean. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz fo' realz. Alone.
• Dean: Yeah, I figured dat much, I mean what tha fuck tha fuck is you?
• Castiel: I be a Angel of tha Lord.
• Dean: Git tha hell up of here. Therez no such thang.
• Castiel: This is yo' problem, Dean. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Yo Ass have no faith.
• Dean: Some angel yo ass is. Yo Ass burned up dat skanky biatchz eyes.
• Castiel: I warned her not ta spy on mah true form. It can be... overwhelmin ta humans, n' so can mah real voice. But yo ass already knew that.
• Dean: Yo Ass mean tha gas station n' tha motel. That was yo ass rappin', biatch? Buddy, next time, lower tha volume.
• Castiel: That was mah mistake. Certain gangstas, special gangstas, can perceive mah true visage. I thought yo ass would be one of them. I was wrong.
• Dean: And what tha fuck visage is yo ass up in now, huh, biatch? What, holy tax accountant?
• Castiel: This, biatch? This is... a vessel.
• Dean: You're possessin some skanky bastard?
• Castiel: Hez a devout man, he muthafuckin prayed fo' this.
• Dean: Well, I be not buyin what tha fuck yo ass is pimpin, so whoz ass is yo ass straight-up?
• Castiel: I busted some lyrics ta you.
• Dean: Right fo' realz. And why would a angel rescue mah crazy ass from Hell?
• Castiel: Dope thangs do happen, Dean.
• Dean: Not up in mah experience.
• Castiel: Whatz tha matter, biatch? Yo Ass don't be thinkin yo ass deserve ta be saved?
• Dean: Why'd yo ass do it?
• Castiel: Because Dogg commanded dat shit. Because our crazy-ass asses have work fo' you.