Taylor Swift

Carol Lockwood walked into Tyler’s room, who was sitting on his bed, his iPod in his ears. She walked to the bed 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, acting 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 you please come as soon as you hear this message? And please bring your gun”
“Seriously? Where the hell are you? Cas is here. What part of get here ASAP did you not get? Don’t you read the newspaper? He’s a lunatic. He’s killed four people already in less than 48 hours and if you 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...

Mitch, a tall, tanned man with black, spiky hair and hazel eyes opened the door of Castle Café and entered. The first thing he noticed was a man lying on the ground at the bar. He sighed and walked to the man. He kicked him softly. “Sir, wake up. We open in two hours”
Cas opened his eyes and suddenly felt how soar he was. He squeezed his eyes and looked at Mitch. “Who are you?” he asked.
Mitch rolled his eyes, grabbed Cas’ upper arm and lifted him on his feet. “There you go” he said.
“You are strong” Cas noted admirable.
Mitch frowned and looked away, not knowing what to think...