Travers sighed when Dean unsurprisingly didn't tell him the answer he wanted to know. He hated feeling the gun in the back of his head and was glad that this town never seemed to blink an eye at the situation that was passing them all by between himself and Dean. Yet when he seemed to be pulled away attention wise from him to his his phone, Travers sighed, even though he couldn't make a run for it. 

Mika watched him use her phone to call Dean, glaring as she did so. "you son of a bitch" she sneered as he called Dean only to have him wave his finger at her as if to say 'no speaking'. If only she could work out a way out of the restraints she would be able to get the upper hand again, yet despite her predicament she didn't regret splitting up and doing the recon work whilst Dean stayed behind to keep an eye on Simon Travers. 

As Dean picked up the officer smirked hearing his voice, "Sorry, Mika can't come to the phone right now. She's a bit...let's say tied up at the moment" he responded to Dean his amusement at his choice of words evident in his voice. "122 Lister Avenue. With Simon Travers, fifteen minutes or I'm eating your precious partner" he told him simply but sternly, "DEAN I'M OKAY!" Mika shouted before the officer hung up frustrated that she called out to him. 

"I gestured for you to shut up!" he snarled at Mika, storming up to her and getting right into her face. "I don't listen very well to orders" she sneered back, headbutting him backwards and groaning from the contact she made. "Damn you're as thick skulled as you are thick" she commented in complaint. 

"And you're getting more and more appetitisng if it means you'll shut up!" he snarled back. 

Travers didn't dare look behind him at Dean, but he could tell when the call ended, "It wasn't her was it?" he assumed.