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.