[IC] Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

[JustAnna]

Dean narrowed his eyes, raising his nose into the air just a bit as Travers asked to be untied. He pulled his gun back out of his waistband and held it at his side, while shaking his head, “No. You can stay here, while one of us goes out and tests everything you just said. I let you go, and if you’re lying, we’re back where we started.”

Dean was glad at that moment that he was so paranoid. He knew that if he wasn’t there were unlimited opportunities for Travers to get away, and go and tell all of his contacts about the hunters in town. Being that there were only two of them, he couldn’t take that chance.

“Mika. You can go into town, or go out and make some calls, whichever you feel like, and see if you can track down any information about his wife. We need pictures, workplace, birthday, all the info.”, Dean explained to Mika before turning back to Travers. He stepped over to the table and pulled the extra chair, before sitting, his gun resting gently on his thigh.

“I hope, for your sake, you’re telling the truth.”, he muttered softly, his eyes trained on Travers’ face.

[FuriePhoenix]

The moment Dean started to get paranoid and pulled his gun out once again, he sighed. He thought he had managed to convicne the two of them that he was innocent in all this, that he was a normal human being. Now he was beginning to see that hunters were a lot harder to convince than he initially thought. He kept his eyes on Dean, only ever briefly glancing down to the gun that was being pointed in his direction, wondering what his next move could be.

Mika looked at Dean when he suggested she go and find out any information she could. She agreed it was the best idea at this moment. "Right. Be careful with him and if he says anything worth while, let me know" she replied back, before turning on her heels and exiting the motel room, heading for her car. It was then she remembered she was still in her FBI outfit and debated changing. Her feet were killing her and it wasn't the most practical outfit if she had to do any climbing or similar. So she opened the trunk, yanked out her hoodie, jeans and boots and got inside the backseat where she expertly changed discreetly.

Satisfied that she now was in comfortable footwear and clothing (though she kept the work shirt on underneath the hoodie), she got out of the car, shut all open doors and then got in the driver's side, deciding to drive into the main part of town. The sound of her car fading as she exited the parking lot of the motel.

Travers heard her leave, thinking that if he had to fight his way out then at least he would only have one hunter to deal with and not two. "I only asked to be untied so I could get my phone for you. Give you a photo of my wife and so forth" he told Dean, hoping that he could get through to Dean once again.

"I get the feeling that woman there was your other half? Your body language told me so when talking about loved ones" he tried changing the subject, whilst also attempting to get information out of his capter. If he could get into Dean's more emotional side then maybe he would have a chance.

[JustAnna]

Dean watched Mika leave, reluctantly, as he didn’t want her out there on her own. But he knew that they had to get every bit of info they could, while they had a chance. And Travers had to stay put. Dean’s head perked up when Travers started to speak again, looking down at him with a bit of a glare, “Well, we’ll untie you once we check things out. Then, you can show me the picture of your wife, and hopefully she hasn’t killed anyone by then. Until then, you sit.”

His breath hitched in his throat a bit when Travers mentioned Mika being his girlfriend. He shook his head at first, “Hunters don’t really do relationships. You know about us. You should know that.”

But after a few moments, he sat on the bed, keeping his gun trained on Travers’ legs and sighed, “We’ve been close for a while. Started out high school friends, and circumstances made us hunting partners. I have to warn you…she’s just as tough as me, just nicer.”

Dean scoffed, but continued his words, “But if anyone, or anything touched a hair on their head, they would be dead before they could drop their hand. Wanted to let you know, in case you were digging…”

[FuriePhoenix]

Reaching the main town, she pulled into a street side parking spot, just like she did when they arrived at the hospital and got out the car. Locking up because she was always paranoid about having it hijacked if she didn't, she looked around each side of town and wondered where to start. It didn't help that she didn't know what Travers' occupation was so she could start there, only that when they grabbed him, he was on his way to work.

It took her a while before deciding she might be better off starting at the bar as in her eyes, everyone knew everyone in a bar. So she walked down the road and found her chosen location, walking inside and up to the bar. "What can I get ya?" the male bartender asked her, as he finished serving someone else at the other end of the bar. "Information preferably" she came right out and said. "Oh? WHat makes you think a bar is the place for information?" he replied with a smile, "Because barman and staff know everybody" she countered with a smirk.

"So what information do you wanna know?" he asked, "I wanna know if you know a Mr.Travers, tall bloke, scraggily mousey brown hair, wears ill-fitting suits" she replied, describing the guy Dean was currently watching in their motel room. The barman tilted his head as he gave the description a thought before nodding, "yeah, I know the guy, think his first name is Simon. Quiet bloke from what I recall, why do you wanna know about him? He doesn't seem your type" he replied with a flirtatious smile which Mika decided to ignore.

"he's a friend of a friend and I'm trying to find him, but I know nothing of him."

"Ask your mate?"

"that's the thing, I can't, they recently died...which is why I need to find them. I tracked him to this town and i'm pretty sure I have the wrong cell number for him because that's proving a dead end"

The barman turned to the tillpoint to grab a piece of paper and pen, where he jotted down a street name and slid it over to her. "That's the street he lives in I think, but that's all I know in that department. Kinda keeps to himself mostly. Think he works at the solicitors building up the road." he explained. Mika nodded and took the paper, putting it into her hoodie pocket. "Thanks, this is a great start for me. oh, is he married do you know?" she asked curiously. "Not that I know of, but I don't know him well enough to say for sure" he said back, which made Mika raise an eyebrow.

"Interesting, thanks for the help. Might pop in tonight if I need a drink" she told him with a polite smile, about to head off. "Wait! I can give you the address of solicitors" the barman, quickly jotting down the address but also added his number at the same time, then handed it to her with a wink. Taking it, she looked down and knew it was a blessing that Dean wasn't here right now. She then simply left the bar and headed to the solicitors to see if they could give her anymore concrete information.

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Travers saw that Dean really wasn't going to let up and this getaway he wanted to do was going to be a bit more difficult than he had originally planned. He listened to Dean's initial reply about he and Mika, "Not common granted, but not completely unheard of" he replied in those few moments Dean remained silent, then listened to him speak more.

He found it curious and interesting that Dean and Mika have been that close for so long. He even nodded in understanding over Dean's warning about Mika's strength and capabilities at being a hunter. If he was untied he would have held his hands up in defence, but he couldn't so all he could do was nod again.

"Warning headed, but I'm not digging" he told Dean, even though he very much was digging for information and trying to find a weak spot in the hunters, which he seemed to now have.

"My wife and I? We were high school friends also. One of those situations of neither had the guts to ask each other out until much later in life when we reunited. After school we went our separate ways for a while. But when we saw each other again? It was like we were never apart" he told him, hoping that it would be believable, as he had focused mentally on coming up with an in depth story all this time.

"I'd do anything to keep my darling Carrie safe" he added with a sigh.

[JustAnna]

Dean lowered his eyes to the ground as Travers spoke about his wife. Their story was similar to his and Mika’s causing his stomach to ache a bit. If Mika was in the same situation as Travers wife, Dean wouldn’t have the heart to hurt her, either. He would do anything he had to, in order to keep her safe, even if she was a monster. He knew that. He had given it thought before.

“Carrie.”, Dean started, putting a name to a description finally, which made him feel even more terrible for the guy. He pulled his gun back, looking him over briefly, before making a decision he hoped he wouldn’t regret, “I’m going to release your arms. If you try to run, I promise I will shoot off both your knee caps before you can make it to the door.”

Dean stood from the bed, and stepped around behind Travers, pulling the release slip on the knot he had tied, and started to pull he ropes from Travers arms carefully. He kept his gun trained against Travers back, walking his way around to his front, “Show me a photo of Carrie…”

He sighed and stood over him, holding his gun down toward his legs as he tapped his fingers against the grip, patiently waiting for Mika to return. He knew it could be a while, and he was taking a risk, but he could handle a human.

[FuriePhoenix]

The moment Dean lowered his eyes, Simon Travers knew instantly that he had managed to hit a raw nerve with Dean and his assumptions that Mika was his weak leak was indeed true, and proving as such more and more as they spoke together. He watched on as Dean was visibly eating up his bullshit story about a wife that he never even had, but always had a solid story incase he was ever in this situation. He knew as well as the other skinwalkers in this town that going for a sob story was the first and usually best way to try and get out of a sticky situation with a hunter. Especially the young ones.

He internally sighed with relief when Dean agreed at this point to untie his arms and give him some kind of freedom, even if it wasn't full freedom. His plan was clearly working and he knew now it was only a matter of time. "got it, I wont run" he told him as Dean walked round and released his arms, making him lift them and rub his wrists.

Feeling the gun still against his back however, he knew he still had some way to go to really break down those barriers of suspicion that Dean had. He pulled his wallet out of his inside jacket pocket, opening it and pulling out a photo of himself and his 'wife'. His arm round her waist as he was clearly sat with her on a bench either in a garden or a park, the close up of the photo was difficult to work out the location. Both had broad smiles on their faces. THe woman in question had blonde hair and hazel green eyes, a slender looking woman but someone who looked like they had a successful life and career behind them, just like Travers did.

"This is her" he said, handing Dean the photograph.

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Whilst Dean was getting more information out of Travers, Mika had made her way to the solicitors where he supposedly worked and although she was in casual clothing, she did use her FBI badge to gain the trust of the receptionist and get more information on the man. She managed to get his full address with relative ease from her and headed straight back to her car, where she drove to the house in question.

It was only a few minutes away from town, which she was glad about. Pulling up to the side of the street outside the house, looked out her window at it, feeling like something was just off about this whole place. She got out of her car and headed up the driveway, reaching the house where she did a scope around and saw no one else in the house which she thought wasn't entirely unsual if both partners worked.

She found a back door and pick locked her way inside, thankful that she always had her picklocking kit in her jeans pocket and got inside quietly. Walking around nothing felt like a woman actually lived here which seemed incredibly strange to her if he was supposedly married as he said. She did a thorough walk through and some digging around when the realisation suddenly hit her. It was all a lie....

"bollocks..." she cursed, pulling her phone out and giving Dean a call.

[JustAnna]

Dean took the photo from Travers’ hand, gazing at it with interest. He took in every feature, every recognizable thing about the area around the two people in the photo and glanced up at Travers, with a small smirk, “She’s pretty. But if she’s a skinwalker, and you’ve always known about it…what does that make you? You a skin walker too? Dog, maybe?”

He asked the question intently, pulling hard against the rope that still rested around Travers’ legs and chest to make sure he couldn’t break free from the restraints. He stared down at the photo for a few moments, and then back up at Travers, trying to figure him out. Dean had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that there was more to the man, than what he was telling him. He just couldn’t put his finger on the source of his paranoia. Maybe it was just the stress of such a hunt, considering that almost anyone could be a skin walker. Until they changed, there were really no ways to identify them. Just then, his phone buzzed. Flinching, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and flipped it open, seeing Mika’s number.

Dean turned away from Travers, and placed the phone up to his ear, “Mika! What’d you find?”

[FuriePhoenix]

Travers smirked at Dean's compliment of 'Carrie', but he shook his head at the second part of Dean's remarks. "No, I'm not a skinwalker, I didn't know what she was when we first knew each other, it was years after when I found out. It was a lot to take in....oh how it was a lot to take in, but I knew that I loved her too much to leave her. So I just stayed" he explained, continuing to lie convincingly.

He gritted his teeth as Dean continued to make sure that the remaining restraints were tight enough, growing tired of the lie and being held captive when he could easily break free if he just shifted. However, he was trying to play the long game for the sake of survival. He knew if he shifted inside this motel room that it would be more problematic than helpful.

His curiosity got piqed however when Dean's phone started going off and he watched the young man answer it, greeting the female hunter that was here earlier by her real name. "Hmm, so that's her name is it?" he thought to himself, logging in every bit of information that Dean was letting slip despite all of his walls and paranoia.

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Mika paced as she listened to the phone ring and ring until Dean picked up and she heard the click of connection before she heard Dean's voice come through. "A lot. He works for the solicitors in town and the receptionist there gave me his address. So I'm here now looking around and the asshole is lying to us, he's not married at all. This place is an utter bachelor's pad. Not a single sign of a woman living here in the slightest." she explained.

"Oh you really shouldn't be here..." a voice came from behind her making her spin round and see the officer Travers was talking to earlier on. "Dean I'm gon-" she started to say when the officer clobbered her round the head, knocking her out before she could get her gun out from her waistband.

[JustAnna]

Dean sighed, his face showing sympathy for Travers as he stared at him. It seemed the man really loved his wife, if he was willing to just stay with her after finding out she was a skinwalker. Dean could relate. As he answered his phone, he stepped away from Travers and turned his face toward the bathroom.

As Mika explained to him what she had found, he narrowed his eyes, listening. Slowly, his face began to turn to anger, as she explained that Travers had indeed been lying to him. He turned back to Travers, his eyes burning holes into him as he stared and continued to listen.

“Alright. Get out of there and get yourself back here…”, Dean started, before he heard the other voice on the line, “Mika? MIKA?!”

Hearing the phone hit the ground, after her voice broke off, Dean pulled his phone from his ear, holding it to his forehead and squeezing it to the point that it made a sound, straining against his grip. He clenched his jaw and let a sigh leave his nose.

“You’re going to take me to them.”, he whispered to Travers, slowly opening her eyes and turning toward him, with rage in his eyes, “Wherever the solicitors are…You’re going to take me to them. My partner just got ambushed, while she explained to me that YOU ARE A LIAR!”

Dean roared, his body falling forward to place two angry strong hands on Travers thighs. He was now in panic mode, as well as ‘tired of the bullshit’ mode. Mika was in trouble and they still didn’t know exactly what the hell was going on. He wanted answers….now.

[FuriePhoenix]

Travers let Dean take the call, trying to figure out what was being discussed as he sat there tied at the legs. He thought it was going well, into his favour even, but then he got glared at and he heard the other hunter's name be called in a way that he knew his nonconfrontational way of getting out of this situation was going south fast.

Hhe watched on as Dean almost snapped his phone in half from the tight grip he was doing to it, then strained to hear him as he spoke with great anger bottling up inside him. He looked sat him wide eyed as Dean walked over and gripped his thighs incredibly tight making him wince. "I-I'm not lying!" he pleaded but sighed knowing it was pointless.

"okay okay! I'll take you!" he agreed, not wanting to die just yet as he saw now just how serious he was about the earlier threat about anything happening to Mika.

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Mika woke foggy headed, lifting her head as she tried to get her eyes to refocus by blinking a few times. "oh sleeping beauty awakes!" the voice from before was heard saying as she managed to see it was indeed the officer Travers was talking to earlier.

"you've made a big mistake ambushing me" Mika said, seeing she was in the one now tied up in Travers' house, seemingly the home office. "hmm considering you're the one tied up right now, I think it's not a mistake. Bloody hunters coming into our town and think they can take us out?!" he retorted.

"if you know what I am then you know my partner is also a hunter and he's a lot more reckless than I am" Mika said back, trying to find a way of untying herself without bringing attention to it. "we'll see about that when he comes to rescue his little damsel in distress! But first, let's allow him time to go to the wrong place first" he smirked, his eyes flickering from human to animal.

"oh my god do you drag everything out beast boy?" she quipped, but all it got her was a punch to the face, making her groan from the pain.

[JustAnna]

Dean quickly released the single rope that was holding Travers to the chair, pulling his pistol and pointing at the man’s face. With his free hand, he whipped the ropes around, and completely freed Travers, stepping back from him, his eyes deadly, “Don’t try anything stupid or I’ll drop you before you can raise your hand…”

He shot a glance toward the door, in a way to tell him to walk, and stepped forward. His heart was racing at the fact that Mika was in trouble, because they were out numbered. There was no way either of them would have been in a safe situation, no matter which side of this they took. Unfortunately, he had made the wrong call, and now she was a hostage.

He tried to blink away the thoughts of what might be happening to her, as he stoved Travers with his hand, “Move. Take me to them. And if they’ve touched a hair on her head, you..and all the other freaks in this town are going to die, TONIGHT!”

Dean was seething in fear and rage, showing the darkest side of himself in that moment. He would tear this town apart, until he had Mika back safely.

[FuriePhoenix]

As Dean freed him, Travers stood up from the chair and really toyed with the idea of making a break for it but Dean's gun at his face stopped him from entertaining the idea, along with the threat thrown his way. He held his hands up slightly in defence as he got shoved toward the door and walked across the room and opened the door, stepping out.

He gulped at Dean's threat of killing them all tonight if his fellow skinwalker had hurt Mika in any way and he just knew deep down that this was his death day because there was no way the officer skinwalker in question hadn't harmed her in some way. He was hot headed skinwalker and brash. He was hard to control and that was one of the reasons why he was talking with the man earlier. he was tired of having to cover up his messes by finishing off his kills, putting himself at risk of being found out.

"what makes you think she's at my workplace?" he asked, not sure if he would even get an answer but thought if he could keep Dean talking maybe he won't shoot him on principle. He kept walking and headed toward his workplace with Dean, trying to act casual and calm as if nothing was out place but he still felt incredibly nervous. He couldn't even shift in the street to defend himself and he hated it.

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After the groan from pain, Mika couldn't help but laugh slightly as she lowered her head to eye level once again. "Gotta say, that's a pretty weak punch for a so called officer of the law. It's pretty ironic actually" she said to him, seeing it was just riling him up all the more.

She didn't want to be anymore injured but she also knew that being hurt would just anger Dean all the more which would make these shifters all the more screwed. She continued to try and wriggle her hands free of the restraints but she had to give him credit for actually doing a decent job. The camping rope was just cutting into her wrists instead of getting looser.

"Oh I've just begun sweet cheeks" he retorted, fighting off the urge to shift right here and now. He may not be a bear skinwalker but he could still a decent amount of damage in his animalistic form. So he cracked his knuckles together for the time being, whilst also glacning up at the wall clock. "you know what...screw this I'm bored!" he said, pulling Mika's phone out of his pocket after he took it when she was unconscious, looking through her past calls and recognised the name Dean from when she mentioned it before being knocked out.

He pressed the dial button and held the phone up to his ear, letting it ring.

[JustAnna]

Dean walked with Travers, now that they were outside, in a paranoid manner. He reached forward to grab the man’s collar, keeping his gun pressed against the back of his head as they carefully strolled. He kept letting images of what Mika might look like, if she was being tortured or worse, if they had killed her, roll through his mind as he growled with every step.

“If she’s not there, you’ll figure out where she is. Don’t worry…”, Dean growled, tightening his grip on his gun. He flinched as his cellphone vibrated against his leg, where head replaced it in his pocket. Letting go of Travers’ collar, he pulled the phone out of his pocket and notice that it was Mika’s phone number.

“Mika?! Where are you? Are you alright?”, he asked down the phone. Stopping walking, and grabbing Travers’ collar with his fingers, while still holding his gun near his head.

[FuriePhoenix]

Travers sighed when Dean unsurprisingly didn't tell him the answer he wanted to know. He hated feeling the gun in the back of his head and was glad that this town never seemed to blink an eye at the situation that was passing them all by between himself and Dean. Yet when he seemed to be pulled away attention wise from him to his his phone, Travers sighed, even though he couldn't make a run for it.

Mika watched him use her phone to call Dean, glaring as she did so. "you son of a bitch" she sneered as he called Dean only to have him wave his finger at her as if to say 'no speaking'. If only she could work out a way out of the restraints she would be able to get the upper hand again, yet despite her predicament she didn't regret splitting up and doing the recon work whilst Dean stayed behind to keep an eye on Simon Travers.

As Dean picked up the officer smirked hearing his voice, "Sorry, Mika can't come to the phone right now. She's a bit...let's say tied up at the moment" he responded to Dean his amusement at his choice of words evident in his voice. "122 Lister Avenue. With Simon Travers, fifteen minutes or I'm eating your precious partner" he told him simply but sternly, "DEAN I'M OKAY!" Mika shouted before the officer hung up frustrated that she called out to him.

"I gestured for you to shut up!" he snarled at Mika, storming up to her and getting right into her face. "I don't listen very well to orders" she sneered back, headbutting him backwards and groaning from the contact she made. "Damn you're as thick skulled as you are thick" she commented in complaint.

"And you're getting more and more appetitisng if it means you'll shut up!" he snarled back.

Travers didn't dare look behind him at Dean, but he could tell when the call ended, "It wasn't her was it?" he assumed.

[JustAnna]

Dean’s eyebrows instantly fell when he heard the voice on the other end of the phone, and it wasn’t Mika’s voice. He wanted to threaten the person, and make them fear for their lives, but they spoke too fast for him to get a word in, but when he was able to, “If you so much as touch a hair on her head, I’ll cut your throat until I find bone. Do you hear me?!”

He wasn’t able to threaten much more as the Officer named an address and made a threat toward Mika, just as Mika’s voice rang out over the phone and Dean’s breath hitched in his throat. She was alive. She seemed angry, but she was alive. Closing his phone, he turned back to Travers, his eyes seething.

“No. It wasn’t her.”, Dean growled, gritting his teeth, “We need to find a car. You’re going with me..and if she dies, I’ll kill every single person you know. YOUR KIND are holding her hostage and now, it looks like they’re going to kill her. So, stop the bullshit, and walk.”

He shoved Travers forward, eyeing a few of the cars in a nearby parking lot, “Go check the doors. I’ll keep a look out. Say something when one opens…and don’t try ANYTHING.”
Dean’s anger and desperation was growing with every word as he rolled the address over in his mind, making sure he remembered it. Rummaging in his pocket, he managed to find a marker, and pulled it, uncapping it with his teeth. He brought the tip down to the back of his hand that was holding the gun, and he jotted the address across the skin.

[FuriePhoenix]

Travers heard how seething Dean was at who he could only imagine was the officer who was completely out of control be on the other end. The fact she was even still alive surprised him, the fellow skinwalker wasn't usually this patient or willing to stretch out his chosen meals. He gulped and walked forward yet again after being shoved forward.

At the next lot of orders he did as he was told, going to several cars and checking the doors as Dean did the look out. He couldn't believe he was being made to steal a car, when finally an unlocked door clicked open for him, he turned his head to Dean "here!" he said as discreetly as possible, but loud enough for Dean to hear him.

He saw him jotting down what he could only figure was the address that they needed to go and when Dean would be close enough to him again, he glanced at it on the back of his hand. "that's my house" he stated.

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"eat me and you'll be signing your own death certificate" Mika said back in a snarky but matter of factly tone. She knew Dean wouldn't hold back as it was, but if she got killed he definitely would go on a rampage. He lost her once, he wasn't going to lose her again, that much she knew more than anyone.

"we'll see about that shall we?" the officer snarled still, unable to have any other tone with this hunter. She was absolutely infuriating, even more so than any other hunter he had come across or heard about.

He lifted up her hoodie sleeve on her right arm to reveal her bare arm, tracing his finger up a prominent vein, "you know how quickly someone can bleed out and die from just a cut down the arm and not across?" he spoke, eerily more calm than moments prior. "I got a good enough idea" she replied back, figuring if she could keep him talking, it'd stall things long enough for Dean to get here.

[JustAnna]

Dean stared around the parking lot anxiously as Travers walked around to the different cars. He was beginning to lose his patience with trying to find a car the easy way, and had begun to prepare himself to shatter a window, to get into one. But Travers popped one of the doors, and Dean let out a quiet and relieved sigh.

Keeping his gun on his lap, he opened the car door and quickly sat in the passenger seat, bending under the dash to pull the power panel as Travers recognized the address on the back of his hand. He held up the hand, “This is your house? Well. Lucky day for you, right? They’re holding my girlfriend, in your house.”

As Dean sneered the words to him, he ducked back under the dashboard and pulled two of the power wires from box, pulling his knife from his pocket and flipping it open. He stripped the rubber from the two wires and began pressing them together. After a few moments, the car roared to life, with Dean pressing the gas as a helping hand.

“Get in the car and put on your seatbelt. We’re in a hurry.”, Dean said simply to Travers, as he picked his gun back up and pointed it at him, dropping the wires to hang below the dashboard, “Get in the car!”

[FuriePhoenix]

Travers managed to open the driver's door after toying with making a run for it, but he could tell Dean would take kindly to it at all. He gulped at his words as he knew it was far from a lucky day but he wasn't going to say anything. As Dean got in the passenger side and pulled out a knife to hot wire the car, bringing it to life.

At the barking of order to get in the car twice, he got into the driver's side and took over keeping the car running, closing the door behind him and putting a seat belt on. He then started driving to the address, knowing the way to his house easily enough. The drive took up a good ten of the fifteen minute window that they got given, after finding a car took a good two to three minutes.

As they pulled up to the house, Mika's impala would be seen on the side of the road exactly where she parked it when she got there to scope the place out, but also plain police car was in front of the impala. Travers pulled up behind Mika's impala rather on the driveway as he didn't feel comfortable having a stolen car on his drive.

Mika could hear a car pulling up outside and glancing at the wall clock, she prayed it was Dean arriving as there was only a minute, two at max left of the time window and she really didn't want to skinwalker chow. She was aware of the officer pacing back and forth as he waited, itching to say Dean and Travers were late.

"you got fleas or something?" she asked in a smart ass tone she picked up from Dean years ago. "shut it!" he said back angrily, walking over to her running a hand up her still exposed arm, wanting nothing more than to just take a bite out of it. "they got less than a minute and then I get to eat" he smirked, licking her arm as if to take a taster of her, making her grimace.

That first taste sent his appetite into overdrive, "oh you're gonna be devine to eat" he said.

[JustAnna]

Dean kept his gun on Travers the entire drive, watching him closely as he drove to his house. He didn’t know if this was an ambush or just a poorly planned attack that the skin walkers didn’t know was going to end badly for them, but he wanted to be prepared for anything as they drove.

As they pulled up to the house, his eyes instantly fell on Mika’s Impala, his eyes softening into a scared sigh as he took in the paintjob, and how distinct the car was sitting there. He half hoped he would find her in the drivers seat, and this was all just a hoax. No one had her. She was fine. But seeing the police car nearby, Dean knew that wasn’t the case, and time was running out.

He opened the door to the car carefully, walking around to the drivers side. He ripped the door open next to Travers and reached in, his free hand pulling a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket. Clasping one of the handcuffs on Travers left hand, he pulled him from the car, wrenching his hand around his back, before reaching out and grabbing his right hand, handcuffing them together.

“You keep your mouth shut and do what I tell you…or you die.”, Dean growled in his ear, picking his pistol up from the roof of the car, and shoving the barrel against Travers back, while his other hand grabbed his arm roughly, shoving him forward. He walked him aggressively up to the front door of the house, wrapping on the door with his pistol.

[FuriePhoenix]

Travers just had a feeling about this impending situation. That he and the rest ther in question would either have to duke it out together once shifted or they'd be tag teaming to try and kill both hunters, or worse, they end dead. None of the options felt particularly good as he knew every option resulted in one or more dead body.

He noticed how Dean looked at the impala parked in front of them, but unlike Dean was taking in the paintwork and hoping that Mika was in the driver's seat, he was thinking how it was typical it was for hunters to have in his mind, obnoxious cars.

He was about to open the door himself when Dean had managed to get out of his side and rulound to him before he could. He looked down at his wrist when Dean pulled out handcuffs and slapped them on him, yanking him out of his seat and forcing his arms behind him. At the orders to keep his mouth shut, he simply nodded even though he wanted to say a lot of things. The feel of the barrel on the gun pressed against his back once more made him grit his teeth.

With Dean's rapping on the front door, Mika sighed with relief as the officer stood up straight disgruntled that Dean got here in time. "bloody hunters" he cursed, walking to the front door and opening the door, instantly stepping back. "you're lucky, twenty seconds later and she'd have been my dinner" he said walking into the room where Mika was tied to the chair arrogantly, making sure to be between her and Dean.

Mika was more relieved to know it was Dean arriving and not some random neighbour wondering what was going on. "cutting it a bit tight there" she said to Dean when he got into the house, but her eyes told him 'glad you got here when you did'. She just wanted these damn skinwalkers taken out, preferably her doing one of the kills.