Dean’s eyebrows instantly fell when he heard the voice on the other end of the phone, and it wasn’t Mika’s voice.  He wanted to threaten the person, and make them fear for their lives, but they spoke too fast for him to get a word in, but when he was able to, “If you so much as touch a hair on her head, I’ll cut your throat until I find bone.  Do you hear me?!”

He wasn’t able to threaten much more as the Officer named an address and made a threat toward Mika, just as Mika’s voice rang out over the phone and Dean’s breath hitched in his throat.  She was alive.  She seemed angry, but she was alive.  Closing his phone, he turned back to Travers, his eyes seething.

“No.  It wasn’t her.”, Dean growled, gritting his teeth, “We need to find a car.  You’re going with me..and if she dies, I’ll kill every single person you know.  YOUR KIND are holding her hostage and now, it looks like they’re going to kill her.  So, stop the bullshit, and walk.”

He shoved Travers forward, eyeing a few of the cars in a nearby parking lot, “Go check the doors.  I’ll keep a look out.  Say something when one opens…and don’t try ANYTHING.”
Dean’s anger and desperation was growing with every word as he rolled the address over in his mind, making sure he remembered it.  Rummaging in his pocket, he managed to find a marker, and pulled it, uncapping it with his teeth.  He brought the tip down to the back of his hand that was holding the gun, and he jotted the address across the skin.