Dean kept his gun on Travers the entire drive, watching him closely as he drove to his house.  He didn’t know if this was an ambush or just a poorly planned attack that the skin walkers didn’t know was going to end badly for them, but he wanted to be prepared for anything as they drove.

As they pulled up to the house, his eyes instantly fell on Mika’s Impala, his eyes softening into a scared sigh as he took in the paintjob, and how distinct the car was sitting there.  He half hoped he would find her in the drivers seat, and this was all just a hoax. No one had her.  She was fine.  But seeing the police car nearby, Dean knew that wasn’t the case, and time was running out.

He opened the door to the car carefully, walking around to the drivers side.  He ripped the door open next to Travers and reached in, his free hand pulling a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket.  Clasping one of the handcuffs on Travers left hand, he pulled him from the car, wrenching his hand around his back, before reaching out and grabbing his right hand, handcuffing them together.

“You keep your mouth shut and do what I tell you…or you die.”, Dean growled in his ear, picking his pistol up from the roof of the car, and shoving the barrel against Travers back, while his other hand grabbed his arm roughly, shoving him forward.  He walked him aggressively up to the front door of the house, wrapping on the door with his pistol.