Dean nodded.  They were on the same page about Travers, from what they had both found out.  He was mostly just desperate to be left alone.  If Nick was taken care of, Travers would likely leave them alone if they wanted to leave.  Just this once, Dean was fine with letting him live, under the condition that he and his pack stopped the hunting that Nick had let get out of control.  

He watched the motel come into view, but turned his head to raise an eyebrow harshly when Mika mentioned having a tranq gun in the car.  Where the hell had she picked that up?  And what did she think she was going to use it on, in a hunt that they originally thought might be a werewolf?  Did they even work on werewolves?  He would have to try that out sometime, just to check.

He shook the self destructive thoughts from his head long enough to nod his head at her again, “I need a drink, and I happened to pack a good bottle. So, yes.  Let’s get inside, and regroup.  We need to prepare a plan for if Travers followed us back to the motel.  Being an animal…man-thing, if he wanted to find us, he would.  Doesn’t do me much good to talk him down, if he kills us in our sleep.”

Dean shrugged his shoulders in a matter of fact way, and reached out to playfully pinch her chin quickly, before opening the passenger door of the car, “And I’ll judge a lot of whether I kill all of these bastards by how bad those bruises look in a few hours.”