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?”