CATEGORY: Drama, POV
TABLE FIC PROMPT: # 035 Oath
WARNINGS: Adult Language
AUTHOR’S NOTES: I’ve been wanting to write a story for some time on Special Agent Henricksen and his thoughts on the brothers this is a result of that. This story serves as a response to a table fic prompt from the LiveJournal challenge community 50_darkfics.
He believed he was guilty from the moment he first laid eyes on him. He pinned his picture on every wall, a constant reminder that evil existed out there in the world and that it was manifested in the form of a man, of two men. As he gazed at the picture for what must be the hundredth time he found himself again wondering how one person could become so evil. Looking into the youthful face of his prey he found he wanted nothing more than to kill him before he could hurt anyone else. He stared at that picture for hours trying to read him, trying to understand him, trying to get inside his head and all along wondering just how someone who looked so innocent could be such a cold-hearted bastard.
His father had taught him well. The older
He studied Dean Winchester intently trying to figure him out, to learn what made him tick but in the end he just wanted to find a weakness, any weakness, one that would lure Dean Winchester straight to him. He repeatedly went over case files, studying his picture, researching his background, trying to decipher him, to solve the puzzle that was Dean Winchester, the code that made him who he was. He lived and breathed Dean Winchester spending countless hours staring into eyes that shined with intelligence and burden. Every time he gazed into Dean’s eyes he saw a hardened warrior, one with battle scars that no doubt went deep. He forced himself to see the angry man who hid behind the façade. The cold calculating man who could kill a defenseless person without a backward glance and he was certain he had found him deep in those intense eyes. When he gazed into the eyes of Sam Winchester he saw the same thing only Sam was different from his older brother, not so hardened, not so calculating, smart and intelligent too but minus the harshness he saw in Dean’s eyes.
Dean Winchester was a monster. He had killed, three counts
of first degree murder, each murder brutal. He had made his victims suffer. The
They were formidable opponents. Both were taught well by
their father. Both were survivors taught how to kill, how to main, how to cover
their tracks and how to stay hidden. He had been on their trail for weeks
before he had stumbled across them surprised when they had appeared in
Milwaukee at a bank robbery. He had thought he was closing in on them then only
to discover that they had slipped away. Their trail went cold after that only
returning when they tripped a silent alarm in another state. He had closed in
on them quickly determined to capture them before they had any chance of
escaping again. He had been so certain that he had them then. They were safely
behind bars, unable to hurt another ever again. He had put into motion papers
to get them both sent to a more secured facility certain his job was done, that
he had accomplished his mission. Then they had escaped slipping into the night
like phantoms their trail again growing cold until an anonymous tip sent him to
** The End **
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