Dean snarled like an angry animal when the officer spoke about harming Mika.  And pulled his gun from the back of Travers’ head, to train it on the man in front of him.  Travers asking the man to let Mika go, and calling him by his name made Dean smirk, “Yeah, NIck.  Why don’t you make the right decision here, and let the girl go, before I put a silver bullet in your brain?”

He flinched however, when Nick told Travers to shut up.  He had walked in here thinking that Travers was ultra important to the gang of walkers, and that he didn’t have to worry about much, as long as he had him as a human shield.  Pulling away from Travers completely, now that he knew the relationship of the two men in front of him, he pointed his gun with both hands at Nick, “Yeah, well…Hunters are hard to kill.  At least this variety is.  I could leave, but then you’ll just terrorize the poor people in this town, and well…I can’t have that on my conscience.”

Dean spoke with his normal gravitas, now feeling confident that he could win this easily, and well, he might as well have a bit of fun with the monster of the week.  He smirked, a dangerous and angry smirk, and glanced to Mika, a giving her a wink, before his face fell to a serious one at Nick’s next words.
“I would choose my words very carefully, officer.”, Dean muttered through his teeth as Nick’s hands landed on Mika in front of him.  Snarling his nose at the contact, Dean pulled his gun, squeezing the trigger slowly as the hound appeared in front of him.  His narrowed angry eyes turned to surprise as he hesitated, and reached out for Travers, “Not a bear.  He’s not a bear!”

Pulling his gun back up to point at the giant dog, Dean fired a hail mary shot into the dog’s chest, hoping for the best.