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…”