Bobby Singer: Well, that's the bad news. Our pal Cass didn't stop in last night just to mend fences.
Dean Winchester: What did he do?
Bobby Singer: Stole something.
Dean Winchester: What?
Bobby Singer: The journal of one Moishe Campbell.
Sam Winchester: "Moishe"?
Bobby Singer: Of the New York Campbells.
Sam Winchester: Uh, so we gotta get it back, right?
Bobby Singer: Or just read the copy I already made. Hi. Glad to meet you. Bobby Singer, paranoid bastard.