Dean had no idea what the Denarians were. At all. His eyebrows drew together into a line when she said the word, though.
"The who?"
He licked at his lower lip. The cashier was ringing out a big order of baked goods for somebody with three large doughnut boxes. Oh, sweet, sweet sugar rush.
His attention went back to Molly.
"I've got no idea what a Denarian is," Dean said. That wasn't a sentence he said often--the 'no idea' part. "Way the vessel thing works? There's bloodlines. And certain angels can use people from those families to walk around in. Meatsuits."
Cas was using a guy, too, and in the beginning, that'd really bugged the shit out of Dean. But Cas said the man prayed for it, that he was devout, and given how much of a help Cas had been, Dean really couldn't say much about it.
"Problem is, the more powerful the angel? The worse it is for the shmuck inside. Archangels like Michael... if I ever let him in, he'd leave me drooling and possibly without the use of all my limbs, by the time he was done."