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Carol Lockwood walked into Tyler’s room, who was sitting on his bed, his iPod in his ears. She walked to the bett and threw a collection of photographs on it. Tyler put out his earphones and looked at the photographs. “What is this?” he asked, pretending to be dumb.
“I found this in our mail. There was a note with it. ‘Dear Mrs. Lockwood, you’re son’s a werewolf. Have a nice day’” Carol said. “Who is this person, Tyler?”
Tyler shrugged, Schauspielen careless, but doing his best to avoid his mother’s eyes. “Just some dude who needs to get laid really soon”
“These are pictures...

Isabel conjured her phone and noticed she had five missed calls, all from Heather, and two voicemails. She listened to them.
“Is, Castiel and Meg are here. Can Du please come as soon as Du hear this message? And please bring your gun”
“Seriously? Where the hell are you? Cas is here. What part of get here ASAP did Du not get? Don’t Du read the newspaper? He’s a lunatic. He’s killed four people already in less than 48 hours and if Du don’t hurry up I’m going to be next”
Isabel understood why Heather hadn’t called the police. They would find her stock and arrest her, but...