Dean watched Mika leave, reluctantly, as he didn’t want her out there on her own.  But he knew that they had to get every bit of info they could, while they had a chance. And Travers had to stay put.  Dean’s head perked up when Travers started to speak again, looking down at him with a bit of a glare, “Well, we’ll untie you once we check things out.  Then, you can show me the picture of your wife, and hopefully she hasn’t killed anyone by then.  Until then, you sit.”

His breath hitched in his throat a bit when Travers mentioned Mika being his girlfriend.  He shook his head at first, “Hunters don’t really do relationships.  You know about us.  You should know that.”

But after a few moments, he sat on the bed, keeping his gun trained on Travers’ legs and sighed, “We’ve been close for a while.  Started out high school friends, and circumstances made us hunting partners.  I have to warn you…she’s just as tough as me, just nicer.”

Dean scoffed, but continued his words, “But if anyone, or anything touched a hair on their head, they would be dead before they could drop their hand.  Wanted to let you know, in case you were digging…”