Crowley: No! Come on.
Bobby: Don't act so surprised.
Crowley: My new boss is going to kill me for even talking to you lot.
Dean: You're lucky we're not stabbing you in your scuzzy face, you little...
Sam: Wait a minute. What new boss?
Crowley: Castiel, you giraffe.
Bobby: Is your boss...?
Crowley: He's everybody's boss. What do you think he's going to do when he finds out we've been conspiring? You do want to conspire, don't you?