Travers just had a feeling about this impending situation. That he and the rest ther in question would either have to duke it out together once shifted or they'd be tag teaming to try and kill both hunters, or worse, they end dead. None of the options felt particularly good as he knew every option resulted in one or more dead body.

He noticed how Dean looked at the impala parked in front of them, but unlike Dean was taking in the paintwork and hoping that Mika was in the driver's seat, he was thinking how it was typical it was for hunters to have in his mind, obnoxious cars.

He was about to open the door himself when Dean had managed to get out of his side and rulound to him before he could. He looked down at his wrist when Dean pulled out handcuffs and slapped them on him, yanking him out of his seat and forcing his arms behind him. At the orders to keep his mouth shut, he simply nodded even though he wanted to say a lot of things. The feel of the barrel on the gun pressed against his back once more made him grit his teeth.

With Dean's rapping on the front door, Mika sighed with relief as the officer stood up straight disgruntled that Dean got here in time. "bloody hunters" he cursed, walking to the front door and opening the door, instantly stepping back. "you're lucky, twenty seconds later and she'd have been my dinner" he said walking into the room where Mika was tied to the chair arrogantly, making sure to be between her and Dean.

Mika was more relieved to know it was Dean arriving and not some random neighbour wondering what was going on. "cutting it a bit tight there" she said to Dean when he got into the house, but her eyes told him 'glad you got here when you did'. She just wanted these damn skinwalkers taken out, preferably her doing one of the kills.