Mika watched unflinching as Dean began to go all out on Travers to get the answers they needed. She really was the nice one out of the two of them it seemed in this instance, and she had to admit there was something equally terrifying and incredibly hot seeing Dean be this forceful. 

It seemed that Dean was thinking the same thing as he told Travers she was the nice one in this situation. She hadn't even shown Travers what she herself was capable of, but just the fact herself and Dean knew what she was capable of was enough for her. She continued to give him a stony look even when he realised they were hunters and he was utterly screwed. 

Travers winced as Dean pushed the barrel of his gun into his knee after he had put pressure on his arms. He really tried to not say anything but he couldn't take it anymore, especially when Dean was proving he was more than ready to shoot him in his kneecap. "Fine! Fine...I'll talk! Just...just get your bloody bulldog to back off" He caved, looking at Mika as he said the last bit. 

"I don't make him do anything, he'll back off when you talk" Mika countered smirking. "Fine.... the bear isn't a bear....it's-she's...my wife" he sighed. "the bear is my wife so please don't kill her" he begged. Mika couldn't help but find it interesting and find it made sense as to why he was so adamant to keeping the bear's identity a secret. "So you know that she's a skinwalker?" she questioned. 

He nodded, "yes...yes I do. She was never normally like this, but something is wrong and she's killing people" Travers explained, looking between Dean and Mika. "Wouldn't you do all you could if you loved someone?" he pleaded, trying to hit their empathy as best he could.