Dean stared around the parking lot anxiously as Travers walked around to the different cars.  He was beginning to lose his patience with trying to find a car the easy way, and had begun to prepare himself to shatter a window, to get into one.  But Travers popped one of the doors, and Dean let out a quiet and relieved sigh.

Keeping his gun on his lap, he opened the car door and quickly sat in the passenger seat, bending under the dash to pull the power panel as Travers recognized the address on the back of his hand.  He held up the hand, “This is your house?  Well. Lucky day for you, right?  They’re holding my girlfriend, in your house.”

As Dean sneered the words to him, he ducked back under the dashboard and pulled two of the power wires from box, pulling his knife from his pocket and flipping it open.  He stripped the rubber from the two wires and began pressing them together.  After a few moments, the car roared to life, with Dean pressing the gas as a helping hand.

“Get in the car and put on your seatbelt.  We’re in a hurry.”, Dean said simply to Travers, as he picked his gun back up and pointed it at him, dropping the wires to hang below the dashboard, “Get in the car!”