Dean took the photo from Travers’ hand, gazing at it with interest.  He took in every feature, every recognizable thing about the area around the two people in the photo and glanced up at Travers, with a small smirk, “She’s pretty.  But if she’s a skinwalker, and you’ve always known about it…what does that make you?  You a skin walker too?  Dog, maybe?”

He asked the question intently, pulling hard against the rope that still rested around Travers’ legs and chest to make sure he couldn’t break free from the restraints.  He stared down at the photo for a few moments, and then back up at Travers, trying to figure him out.  Dean had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that there was more to the man, than what he was telling him.  He just couldn’t put his finger on the source of his paranoia.  Maybe it was just the stress of such a hunt, considering that almost anyone could be a skin walker.  Until they changed, there were really no ways to identify them.  Just then, his phone buzzed.  Flinching, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and flipped it open, seeing Mika’s number.

Dean turned away from Travers, and placed the phone up to his ear, “Mika!  What’d you find?”