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.