March 19th excerpt:
John didn’t want the brothers near this werewolf, as it was prone to stalking playgrounds and school houses in Silverthorne. A good name for a werewolf’s funeral, Dean had managed to get in before their father left them behind.
He was still convinced it was a good joke, even if John didn’t laugh. Their dad almost never laughed.
“I’m heading out,” Dean called to Sam, pushing the blinds open so he could peek through the window.