Dean stared at the guy as he walked away from them, but shook his head at the idea of going after him in the car. Dean wasn’t in the mood to be polite, after watching someone lie straight to Mika’s face over a situation so serious. If the guy was a part of it, niceties were going out the window.

“I’ll grab him. You get the car…”, he muttered as he started to walk off. But Mika’s phone buzzing stopped him in his tracks, and he looked down at her, waiting to see what the phone call was about. When she met his eyes, and confirmed that their hair was from a bear, his face hardened a bit.

“Get the car…”, he spoke plainly, stepping away from her at a jog. He jogged up to Mr. Travers, closing the gap pretty easily before clapping a rough hand against the man’s shoulder, squeezing him hard, “Hey buddy! So we just got off the phone with someone, and um…I think you should come with us. We can do this the easy way…or my way.”

As he realized that Mr. Travers was just going to stand there, and be stubborn in his fear, Dean brought his arms up around his neck, choking him out slowly. He squeezed a bit tighter as the man fought against him, and slowly lowered him to the ground. Panting from the effort, he looked around. No one seemed to care that he had just choked this man out in the middle of the sidewalk. They simply walked on, which caused one of his eyebrows to raise.

Not having time to contemplate, He pulled Mr. Travers into a limp sitting position and bent down, hoisting his body onto his shoulders with a loud grunt and popping of his back. Adjusting him, he began walking back toward the parking area, hoping that Mika would catch up and give some relief before his back gave out under the man’s weight.

At the decision for him to go after Mr.Travers on foot whilst she took the car, she nodded. The phone call that put a few seconds of pause in their plan proved worth while as it just gave them that bit of information crucial to their case, not to mention it helped them have the reason for going after this Mr.Travers. She also had a feeling that he wasn't going to let Mr.Travers go so easily after lying to her face, as it always felt like he had more of an issue of people lying to her than to himself.

She let Dean jog on ahead as she jogged to the car quickly after getting her keys from him and got into the driver's side. What surprised her was that she was getting more looks getting into the car than they had when they tried interrogate their target in the middle of the street. "Damn weird ass town" she mumbled to herself as she brought her car to life with a roar and pulled out of the parking spot she was in. Driving down the road, she kept a watchful eye out for Dean and Mr.Travers.

It didn't take her long to find them both making her find the nearest parking spot she could just a matter of a few yards from where Dean managed to knock the man out discreetly. She kept the engine running, wound the window down a bit and leaned arm out to signal to Dean where she was. A simple hand gesture of moving her fingers between the 'rock' sign to a thumbs up sign that was their signal to each when they needed to discreetly let each other know they were there but not alert anyone else around them.

She saw how no one seemed to bat an eyelid at Dean carrying an unconscious body on his shoulder down the street which just made her think out loud once again "weird ass town". She then leaned over the front seat as best she could to safe open the back seat door from the inside for Dean to make his life just that little bit easier, feeling glad she had long legs in this instance. The moment he was close enough, she leaned her head out of the window again, "Get in!" she called out to him.

Dean grunted as he carried the unconscious dead weight across his shoulders, carefully stepping at a quick pace across the pavement toward Mika, after seeing her signal. He tightened his grip on Mr. Travers arm as he stepped up close to the car and kicked the door open further, following Mika’s instructions. Carefully bending down, he lowered the man into the seat, cupping his neck so he didn’t fall over. He then reached up and yanked at the seatbelt, pulling it across his unconscious body, and clicking it into place to keep him from rolling around or flying forward when they stopped.

Bringing Mr. Travers’ head back to the head rest, Dean carefully let go of him and stood to stretch his back with a loud ‘pop’, deciding right then and there that he needed to start lifting more weights, and gain some muscle on his still slender frame.

He shut the back door of the Impala and stepped up to the passenger front door, opening it as he stared around at the people who weren’t looking at them, and slipped inside with a loud sigh, “Well, that was about as fun as pulling teeth. I was able to choke this guy out in the middle of the sidewalk, and people walked around us like we were traffic cones…”

Dean’s eyes showed his confusion as he ran his hand through his hair, wiping a bit of sweat from his brow, and then tapped the dashboard with his fingers, “We should go, but where do we take him?”

With Dean reaching the car, Mika let him get Travers into the back seat whilst she continued to watch on to see if anyone acted like they were taking any notice of them, but still nothing. With Dean standing up after getting Travers in the car, she even hesrd his back pop from where she sat behind the wheel, wincing for him thinking that had to hurt at least a little bit.

She followed Dean's movement to the passenger side with her eyes before he got into the car, closing the door behind him. She listened to him explain how no one even looked twice at the altercation which made her sigh and let out a simple 'hmm' in response. She looked at him as he wiped his brow of sweat then tapping her dash.

"the motel we're at maybe? I don't know of any abandoned places to take him and that's too risky when we don't know where the skin walker is residing" she replied to him, "at least if we take him to the motel whilst he's out cold, he won't have to know where we're staying and we can knock him out when we wanna get rid of him" she added.

She didn't pull out of the space she was half parked in just yet, as she wanted to make sure she knew where they were going before she did so. If Dean was okay with her idea, then she would drive to the motel.

Dean nodded his head as he went over the options for where to take the man. If he was involved with the skin walkers, there was no way they would be able to defend themselves properly in some unfamiliar area, if they showed up to rescue him, or if for some reason he was the skin walker. He stared through the windshield for a second, and then turned to Mika.

“We can take him to the motel, make sure he stays out until we get there. You can go in and take care of any stationary or anything that would tell him where we’re staying…I’ll tie him up.”, he spoke clearly, tapping his fingers on the dash with his words,. He turned back to her.

“But before we let him go, if we let him go, I’ll knock him back out and stow him in the trunk. We can let him go on the road, and get out of there.”, he explained with a sigh. He didn’t like the plan, as it wasn’t completely fool proof. If he woke up early, before they were able to get inside the motel room and get him tied up, all hell could break loose.

He shrugged his shoulders, sitting back in the seat to let her know he was ready to go, and ran a hand through his hair, “It’s the best bet we have…”

Mika could hear in Dean's tone that he didn't like the ideas given to him, but she didn't see many other options herself. No matter where they took Travers, it was considered a risk as like he thought of, for all they knew Travers was the skinwalker. Yet his reply to her told her that he saw they didn't have much of an option either and the motel was the closest to safer option out of the ones she listed.

She watched his fingers as they tapped continiously on her dash whilst he spoke the idea of him tying Travers up, whilst she did full search and stash anything to give away their location when the man would eventually wake up. She like him, just had to hope that Travers wouldn't wake up before they got to the motel. She looked at him back as he continued talking, nodding in agreement.

"I agree, it may not be the most appealing plan but it is the best one we have" she replied to him, pulling out of the parking space and driving to the motel, knowing she would be taking a sheer guess at how to get there.

Luckily for them, she managed to find the motel in around five minutes and Travers was still out cold in the process. Pulling into the motel's parking lot, she found a space as far out of eyesight of the reception area as possible, but one that also had an easy getaway route at the same time. Getting a spot, she killed the engine and grabbed her keys. "Stay here, I'll quickly get our room key, you should be out of sight of the reception here, so if he starts to wake up you can knock him back out without peering eyes" she explained to him.

Opening the car door, she quickly leaned across and kissed his cheek quickly before getting out of the car and power walking across the lot to the reception building, walking inside and hitting the bell to get a staff member's attention. "Hi, can I help you?" a young girl appeared from the back room. "Hi yes, I've got a prebooked room. Agent Jett, room for two" Mika explained.

"ah yes, just need the credit card that it was booked on and a signature in the book"

Mika pulled out Bobby's credit card he gave her that he kept just for her room stays, handing it over and then grabbing the pen and signing the book. The girl checked her in, handing over the key, letting Mika thank her and leave.

Walking back over to her car and Dean, she swung the key round her finger, acting as casual as possible. "Room 3" she told Dean.

Dean sighed and nodded at Mika’s words, placing a hand over both his eyes as he closed them in nervous frustration. As they made their way to the motel, Dean tapped his foot impatiently against the floor, a bit nervous around the clones of the town, and the prospect of having a hostage to deal with that might be a skin walker.

As Mika stepped out of the car, Dean shook out of his daze, looking over to him as she gave instructions. He nodded, opening his door and stepping our to slip around to the back door near Travers to keep an eye on him. He stood with his back against the car, waiting for Mika.

As she came back out, spinning the ring around her finger, he smirked, “Awesome. Let me grab the cargo, and we’ll go. Just stay back, in case he wakes up. If he’s a skin walker, he’s gonna turn into a very pissed off, very confused Bear. No reason for both of us to get mauled…”

He opened the door, and leaned in, wrapping his arms around Traver’s waist again. He pulled him onto his shoulder and stood with a loud groan, turning to Mika.

“Get the door for me…”, he grunted, walking past her toward their room.

Seeing Dean smirk at her simple action of twirling the keyfob round her finger made her smile. She nodded at his request of her keeping back incase Travers wakes up, as she did agree that they didn't need both of them being mauled to kingdom come by a giant supernatural bear. "no protests from me on that one" she told him, keeping her distance a bit as he opened the door to get Travers out.

She shut the car door behind Dean and Travers before walking on ahead, "You got it, just don't break your back with that one" she smirked, walking to their room and putting the key into the lock, opening the door, stepping inside so she could make sure the door remained open. She waited for Dean to get inside before she closed the door behind them and began her scouting around to remove any notepads, pens or anything else that the motel's logo and name on it, stashing it away the supplied safe as she figured it would be the last place someone being held hostage would look for a clue.

"I'll go grab the bags, won't be long" she said to him, making a hasty exit of their room and over to the car, where she grabbed their kit bags from the trunk and made a hasty walk back to their room again, all whilst keeping herself looking as normal and casual as possible.

Reaching the room once more, she closed the door behind her and locked it, pulling the curtains closed and chucking the kitbags on the bed supplied, opening it and throwing Dean the rope. "here" she warned him as she threw itm so it wouldn't smack him in the face or similar.

Dean grunted, a small laugh leaving his lips when Mika told him not to break his back. He shifted Travers on his shoulders, and turned slightly to her as he walked, “As long as his ass doesn’t shift while he’s on my shoulder, if he’s our bear, I’ll manage.”

He entered the room, roughly throwing Travers on the bed, before he pulled a chair over beside him. He bent down, placing his hands on his knees to huff, before standing and stretching his back again as Mika stepped out to grab their bags. He pulled one of the other chairs to sit in front of the first one, just as she stepped back into the room.

As she pulled the rope from the bag and tossed it to him, he flinched but caught it, starting the process of tying Travers to the chair with skill. He layered the rope under Travers wrists, before lifting his arms and creating a triple wrap around each of his arms. He then wrapped the rope through the arms of the chair, and around Travers body several times, tying it tightly behind him.

As Dean stepped back, he cracked his back again, and stood near Mika with a huff, “So, now we just wait for him to wake up, unless you want me to play bad cop.”

He smirked, looking down at her.

By the time Mika got back into the room, she saw Dean getting Travers into the chair which showed her what a good team they truly were. Despite the flinch, she noticed how easily he grabbed the rope and watched him tie the man to the chair, feeling impressed at his rope tying skills. She would have given him some cuffs but she didn't think hers would survive if Travers shifted nearly as well, so the rope was her choice.

She kept a watchful eye on the guy in the chair, folding her arms across her chest as she thought about their next move. She glanced at Dean as he cracked his back once again, internally flinching at the sound whilst reminding herself mentally that it was a simple unlocking of stiff joints and nothing life threatening.

The idea of letting Travers waking up on his own did cross her mind but shhe wasn't sure how long they would waiting for and they really couldn't afford to waste time waiting around for the guy to stir naturally. They needed answers and fast, as in her eyes the sooner they got answers, the sooner they could change and get prepared.

At his second suggestion of playing bad cop, she smirked looking back up at him. "I'd say go for it. We need answers quickly and we don't know how long he'll stay asleep if we just leave him" she replied to him, knowing he was itching to take the lead to some extent.

"just be careful incase he is the skinwalker, we're not fully kitted up appropriately yet" she added to him, unfolding her arms and placing a hand on his arm, leaning in and taking this moment to give him a small kiss on his lips whilst she could.

Dean’s smirk turned into an intrigued pout as he nodded his head, before bobbling it back and forth, “Sounds like a good plan to me.”

When she stepped a bit closer, placing her hand on his arm before leaning in for a kiss, he smiled, kissing her back. He let the kiss linger for a few moments, before pulling away, “You act like the guy is gonna spring up and kill me, or something. Not that I’m complaining about you kissing me…like ever. But I’ll be fine.”

He turned his hand so that he could reach around and take her arm that was against his, sliding his hand down to hers, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Letting go of her hand, he pulled his pistol from his waistband and stepped up to Travers carefully. He also pulled a bandana from his back pocket, tossing it on the table close Travers, in case he decided to scream.

“Alright, buddy. Time to rise and shine.”, he chimed, picking up Travers’ chin with his fingers. When Travers didn’t wake up right away, Dean lowered two fingers to his neck, making sure he had a pulse, before pulling his hand back and slapping him across the face, “C’mon. Don’t make me beat you up…”

Dean's quip made her roll her eyes at him. It wasn't that she didn't trust he was about to get killed, but she also didn't want to take anything for granted. She knew how easy it was for them to get complacent and then get overrun or overpowered in a blink of an eye. They didn't know anything about this Travers guy yet and she was far too suspicious of a person to think they'd continue having the upper hand.

She watched him walk up to Travers as she stayed back to give him backup if it was required but she hoped it wouldn't be required. She trusted Dean and his abilities to get what they needed out of him. Staying back also meant she could keep an eye out for anyone or anything possibly finding them if Travers had any comrades.

Mr Travers stirred awake when Dean slapped him across the face to wake him. He groaned and blinked his eyes a couple of times before focusing them onto Dean, and then Mika behind him. Looking down at his hands and body, he saw he was tied and started to panic slightly and tried to get free but it was no good.

"who are you two?! You're not FBI, why am I here?!" he asked almost frantically. Mika remained quiet, letting Dean keep the lead on this one, instead she poked her head just out of the curtains a bit to make sure they really weren't followed. Satisfied, she closed the curtain again.

"please, just let me go!" Travers begged. "I've told you, I don't know anything!" he said again.

Dean flinched as Travers began panicking. He stepped forward aggressively, pulled his gun forward, tapping it gently against Travers’ cheek as he brought his other hand up to press a finger to his lips, “Stop. Screaming. Just calm down, before I gag you. We’re not FBI, and if you lie to us, you’ll find out why we’re a hell of a lot worse than those guys.”

“We didn’t tie you up here for no reason. You’re not the victim here. So talk. We know…what you know.”, Dean nearly growled at him, removing his gun barrel from his face to stand in front of him, his gaze intimidating as he stood up straight, “How did you know about the bear?”

Dean slowly loosened his tie from his neck, slipping it free from his collar, before unbuttoning a few of the top buttons of his shirt. He shrugged out of his suit jacket, tossing it onto the table, as he stood in front of Mika, staring down at their captive.

Dean watched Travers face, glancing over at Mika with a look that said ‘he’s not going to break easily’, before bowing to look Travers in the eyes with his blazing green eyes. He scanned the man’s eyes and sighed, “What…do you know…about the bear? Just answer me. I’m not really in the mood to get my hands bloody, today…”

Travers looked at Dean wondering who the hell he and Mika were, they seemed so young but were utterly terrifying. He looked at Dean as he kept asking what he knew and he felt so compelled to remain ignorant to the knowledge that he held inside his mind but he also could see that the two of them were stubborn enough to not let him go until he talked.

He watched as Dean removed the barrel of his gun from his face, glad to have one less thing so close to him. Hearing Dean say he knew what he did, and asked about the bear once again, he could be seen gulping as he realised his earlier slip up really did put him in the danger zone.

Mika glanced back at Dean as he gave her the look she knew all too well. She gave him the look of 'don't let up, he'll talk'. She then continued to let Dean interrogate the guy seeing him start to waver under the pressure that Dean was shoving onto him.

Travers shook his head vigorously, really not wanting to tell the truth of what he knows. "I won't say anything to you maniacs" he said, as it was now dawning on him that these two were hunters which mesnt the information he had was even more crucial to keep secret. He couldn't let them get their hands on the bear, he had to protect them at all costs, even if it meant his life was paid for it.

"you're playing a stupid game here, just tell him what you know and you can go, it's really that simple" Mika spoke up from behind Dean.

"no, because you're hunters... Aren't you?" Travers replied shakily.

Dean snarled at Travers, tightening his hand around his gun as his other hand came across his face with a heavy punch, “I will be the last face you see, if you don’t talk…”

As he leaned back, shaking his hand, Mika took over long enough to warn Travers that this wasn’t going to go his way if he kept his mouth shut. He paced in front of him, before hearing him speak about hunters, which caused Dean to smirk, waving his gun at him, “There it is. So, you’re not stupid. I’m not just a hunter…”

Dean suddenly lunged forward, placing both his hands against the arms of the chair, over Travers’ arms, “I’m the most dangerous man you’ve ever seen, and I’m losing my patience. She’s the nice one, here.”

He shoved himself away, tilting the barrel of his hand gun down to rest against Travers’ knee, “Now. What do you know? Anything. This situation only goes two ways, and I’m itching with impatience.”

Dean’s face was deadly serious as he pressed the barrel harder against Travers’ thigh, his finger hovering over the trigger.

Mika watched unflinching as Dean began to go all out on Travers to get the answers they needed. She really was the nice one out of the two of them it seemed in this instance, and she had to admit there was something equally terrifying and incredibly hot seeing Dean be this forceful.

It seemed that Dean was thinking the same thing as he told Travers she was the nice one in this situation. She hadn't even shown Travers what she herself was capable of, but just the fact herself and Dean knew what she was capable of was enough for her. She continued to give him a stony look even when he realised they were hunters and he was utterly screwed.

Travers winced as Dean pushed the barrel of his gun into his knee after he had put pressure on his arms. He really tried to not say anything but he couldn't take it anymore, especially when Dean was proving he was more than ready to shoot him in his kneecap. "Fine! Fine...I'll talk! Just...just get your bloody bulldog to back off" He caved, looking at Mika as he said the last bit.

"I don't make him do anything, he'll back off when you talk" Mika countered smirking. "Fine.... the bear isn't a bear....it's-she's...my wife" he sighed. "the bear is my wife so please don't kill her" he begged. Mika couldn't help but find it interesting and find it made sense as to why he was so adamant to keeping the bear's identity a secret. "So you know that she's a skinwalker?" she questioned.

He nodded, "yes...yes I do. She was never normally like this, but something is wrong and she's killing people" Travers explained, looking between Dean and Mika. "Wouldn't you do all you could if you loved someone?" he pleaded, trying to hit their empathy as best he could.

Dean sighed, relieved as Travers finally broke at the idea of having his kneecap blown off. He kept his gun pressed against Travers leg, making sure that he explained completely, before he backed off. Being called a bulldog, Dean smirked dangerously, until Travers spoke about his wife.

He removed the gun from Travers leg and stepped back, keeping the barrel pointed at him as he watched his face, his eyes narrowed, letting Mika ask the questions. Dean faltered, sighing and closing his eyes as he pressed the hammer forward on his pistol and shoved it in his waistband.

“I would do everything I had to do. But your wife is killing people, man.”, Dean sighed, stepping closer to Mika, “What do you think is wrong with her? You said she’s not normally like this. People don’t just snap and kill strangers.”

He glanced up to Mika, to see if she had any clue what was going on, and then back to Travers, “What changes have you noticed?”

As Travers spoke about it being his wife and how it was out of character for her, Mika found herself listening intently whilst trying to figure out why someone who wouldn't normally be a kill junkie would just turn. It didn't make any sense to her at all and she looked at Dean as he looked at her after he stepped closer to her. The wheels kept turning in her head as to what could be the reason, so far coming up blank.

"all I know is that not that long ago she was the perfect wife and then one day she started going out at night more, coming back and being secretive about where she's been, but I always saw blood on her hands. I'm trying to get through to her, but nothing is working so far. One night I heard her on the phone to someone but I don't know who...I'm concerned she's got involved with some kind of group" Travers explained.

Mika listened to his wording carefully, "like a skin walker gang or something?" she asked him, glancing at Dean for a moment before looking back at Travers. "I don't wanna say yes but it's the only conclusion I've come up with. I fear that officer you saw me chatting to is part of said group. I tried to convince him to tell me the truth or convince her to leave but he just told me I was being paranoid" he replied.

Mika looked at Dean once again, "if he's right, then we need to find this group. We csnt let a skinwalker gang roam wild in this town" she said to him in a hushed tone. "please, just help me save my wife" Travers said to them. "I'll give you a picture of her, I'll help anyway I can" he added out of desperation.

Dean sighed, ending the sigh with a low growl at how frustrating this hunt had become. He would honestly rather have fought a werewolf than a roaming gang of skinwalkers. They could be anything. He listened to Travers explain his wife’s actions, and the fact that she seemed to be involved in some sort of secretive group. He sent a frustrated glance over to Mika as she spoke about the gang out loud.

“Great. That’s wonderful.”, Dean scoffed, shifting from one foot to the other, “So, the cops are in on this. Any weirdo in this town can be part of this…”

He brought a hand up to massage his eyebrows, just as Mika turned to him once again. He opened his eyes and threw his hands up in exasperation but kept his voice almost a whisper, “What do you want to do?! You want to fight a potential army of animals with just the two of us? I don’t know about you, but I don’t like those odds. This wasn’t supposed to be an ‘abandon all hope’ kind of hunt…”

He sighed, as Travers spoke up in desperation, closing his eyes and clenching his jaw tight before turning back to him, “I can’t promise you anything. I don’t normally help monsters…and she’s acting like a monster. But I’ll make a deal with you. I’ll let her live. I won’t touch a hair on her head unless I’m forced to, but you’re going to give me the name of every single person you even suspect might be a part of this.”

Mika didn't like their odds at all either, but she felt like they had to do something instead of just walking away. Yet she was wishing it didn't turn into such a big job, just like Dean was hoping. "I don't like the odds either Dean but we can't do nothing, you know it's against our nature to just walk away." she whispered back to him. She hated that for all they knew the whole town could be one of those monsters, though she did think that level of infestation to be unlikely.

She looked at Travers as he begged them to help and sighed, seeing how worked up Dean was becoming over this whole situation. She let Dean do the replying to Travers, seeing that it seemed he really did have the same opinion as herself and agreed to help as best they could.

"Thank you, will you untie me?" Travers replied, knowing if he was going to help hunters of all people then he would need to be untied. He just had to hold out a little bit longer and then he would be free and away from the hunters, yet he was also fully aware that it wouldn't be easy to just make a run for it. He needed to really think about his gameplan as it wouldn't be long before they find out he was lying through his teeth about the whole situation.

If he could be just untied he would be able to fight his way out, kill the hunters, and make a run to his group for safety. He was impressed that he managed to be a good enough liar that he actually got them feeling sorry for his situation and a wife that he didn't even have.