Dean sighed, ending the sigh with a low growl at how frustrating this hunt had become.  He would honestly rather have fought a werewolf than a roaming gang of skinwalkers.  They could be anything.  He listened to Travers explain his wife’s actions, and the fact that she seemed to be involved in some sort of secretive group.  He sent a frustrated glance over to Mika as she spoke about the gang out loud.

“Great.  That’s wonderful.”, Dean scoffed, shifting from one foot to the other, “So, the cops are in on this.  Any weirdo in this town can be part of this…”

He brought a hand up to massage his eyebrows, just as Mika turned to him once again.  He opened his eyes and threw his hands up in exasperation but kept his voice almost a whisper, “What do you want to do?!  You want to fight a potential army of animals with just the two of us?  I don’t know about you, but I don’t like those odds.  This wasn’t supposed to be an ‘abandon all hope’ kind of hunt…”

He sighed, as Travers spoke up in desperation, closing his eyes and clenching his jaw tight before turning back to him, “I can’t promise you anything.  I don’t normally help monsters…and she’s acting like a monster.  But I’ll make a deal with you.  I’ll let her live.  I won’t touch a hair on her head unless I’m forced to, but you’re going to give me the name of every single person you even suspect might be a part of this.”