( "Yeah. Anyone who -- believed in Monroe or that you're monsters, or were monsters, or loved monsters... Yeah," he manages, bringing a hand to his forehead, running it through his hair. "You can't go home or - or anywhere that's on file. I see basic information, but if you click..." He trails off. "Your office in Mystic Falls, an apartment under your name... Known associates. Dean Winchester's directly connected to you. These people keep tabs." )

We get it.

( Katherine's up, then, pulling a pistol from her boot. )

Give us information that can help us.

( "Well, it just went out, like -- if I got the alert, within the hour. But, it was on a delayed trigger, so people could've --" )

Had this information. All our information.

( Sorry, Elena, she leans in to the phone. )

Goodbye, Stiles. ( To Elena. ) We need to go.