Travers heard how seething Dean was at who he could only imagine was the officer who was completely out of control be on the other end. The fact she was even still alive surprised him, the fellow skinwalker wasn't usually this patient or willing to stretch out his chosen meals. He gulped and walked forward yet again after being shoved forward.

At the next lot of orders he did as he was told, going to several cars and checking the doors as Dean did the look out. He couldn't believe he was being made to steal a car, when finally an unlocked door clicked open for him, he turned his head to Dean "here!" he said as discreetly as possible, but loud enough for Dean to hear him.

He saw him jotting down what he could only figure was the address that they needed to go and when Dean would be close enough to him again, he glanced at it on the back of his hand. "that's my house" he stated.

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"eat me and you'll be signing your own death certificate" Mika said back in a snarky but matter of factly tone. She knew Dean wouldn't hold back as it was, but if she got killed he definitely would go on a rampage. He lost her once, he wasn't going to lose her again, that much she knew more than anyone.

"we'll see about that shall we?" the officer snarled still, unable to have any other tone with this hunter. She was absolutely infuriating, even more so than any other hunter he had come across or heard about.

He lifted up her hoodie sleeve on her right arm to reveal her bare arm, tracing his finger up a prominent vein, "you know how quickly someone can bleed out and die from just a cut down the arm and not across?" he spoke, eerily more calm than moments prior. "I got a good enough idea" she replied back, figuring if she could keep him talking, it'd stall things long enough for Dean to get here.