Fic: Untitled Henricksen Snippet, PG-13
Circa Night Shifter, Henricksen muses on the Winchester brothers and the evidence at his disposal. He is, of course, so very, very wrong. 350 words.
Henricksen understands Dean Winchester. Deep down, Dean's just another pissed-off white guy, out to punish the world for not bowing down before him like Daddy and Pat Buchanan promised him it would. That's why he tried to destroy Zack, with his fancy college degree and his bright future. That's why he kills classy, educated women like and Becky Sanders and Jessica Moore, the kind who'd never give a guy like Dean a second glance unless he held a knife to their thoats and made them. Henricksen has nothing but contempt for men like Dean, all those selfish, vicious children in grown-up bodies, but he understands them, and sometimes, maybe, he pities them.
Sam's different. Sam's worse.
Sam hasn't been directly linked to any of the murders, and as far as Henricksen knows, he's never done anything but sit idly by as his brother tortured some poor woman to death. Henricksen can picture it far too clearly -- Sam on the sidelines, his own hands all white and clean, watching his brother work, maybe breathing a little faster as this week's girl bleeds out onto the carpet. He's seen Sam's interrogation tapes, all wide-eyed, earnest smugness, and he can see just how it's going to play out when they finally bring the Winchesters in: He made me do it, Officer, I thought he was going to kill me, thank God it's finally over. Sam thinks he's above it all, thinks he can get his thrills without paying the price. This is all a game to him. But it's not a game to Dean, and Henricksen knows something Sam doesn't know.
Thing is, Henricksen sees a pattern in the trail of bodies that maybe even Dean doesn't see. He knows why Dean slices up all those rich college boys. He knows why Dean's first kill was Jessica Moore, the perfect woman Sam won and Dean would never have a chance with. Dean's been dancing around what he really wants for a long time, but Henricksen knows what it is, even if Dean himself doesn't.
Part of Hendricksen hopes Dean figures it out before they catch him.
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God, I so desperately want a story about the psycho Winchester Brothers the FBI is chasing, with in-depth exploration of their childhood and Sam's Stanford years and guest appearances by ParamilitaryNutjob!John. I may have to write it.
Henricksen understands Dean Winchester. Deep down, Dean's just another pissed-off white guy, out to punish the world for not bowing down before him like Daddy and Pat Buchanan promised him it would. That's why he tried to destroy Zack, with his fancy college degree and his bright future. That's why he kills classy, educated women like and Becky Sanders and Jessica Moore, the kind who'd never give a guy like Dean a second glance unless he held a knife to their thoats and made them. Henricksen has nothing but contempt for men like Dean, all those selfish, vicious children in grown-up bodies, but he understands them, and sometimes, maybe, he pities them.
Sam's different. Sam's worse.
Sam hasn't been directly linked to any of the murders, and as far as Henricksen knows, he's never done anything but sit idly by as his brother tortured some poor woman to death. Henricksen can picture it far too clearly -- Sam on the sidelines, his own hands all white and clean, watching his brother work, maybe breathing a little faster as this week's girl bleeds out onto the carpet. He's seen Sam's interrogation tapes, all wide-eyed, earnest smugness, and he can see just how it's going to play out when they finally bring the Winchesters in: He made me do it, Officer, I thought he was going to kill me, thank God it's finally over. Sam thinks he's above it all, thinks he can get his thrills without paying the price. This is all a game to him. But it's not a game to Dean, and Henricksen knows something Sam doesn't know.
Thing is, Henricksen sees a pattern in the trail of bodies that maybe even Dean doesn't see. He knows why Dean slices up all those rich college boys. He knows why Dean's first kill was Jessica Moore, the perfect woman Sam won and Dean would never have a chance with. Dean's been dancing around what he really wants for a long time, but Henricksen knows what it is, even if Dean himself doesn't.
Part of Hendricksen hopes Dean figures it out before they catch him.
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God, I so desperately want a story about the psycho Winchester Brothers the FBI is chasing, with in-depth exploration of their childhood and Sam's Stanford years and guest appearances by ParamilitaryNutjob!John. I may have to write it.