What if Henricksen left with Sam and Dean to become a hunter?

The last of the formerly possessed people had left the building to go home. None of them had any idea what had happened. Who knew what they would tell people, if anything? Dean shuddered to think about it and then just shrugged. It had been a good night. They had saved 30 possessed people, plus Henriksen, Nancy and Amichi. There had been nothing they could do for Reedy and the sheriff, but he wouldn't dwell on that.

"So, what are you going to do about us?" Dean asked Henricksen.

"I'm going to kill you," he answered.

Dean did a double-take. Had another demon gotten in here?

"Sam and Dean Winchester went up with the helicopter. Not enough left to identify them with," Henricksen went on.

"Thank you," Sam said.

Sam and Dean each shook hands with him and started to leave.

"Hang on a minute, guys," Henricksen said. Nancy and Amichi were just returning from taking some people home.

"Are you leaving?" Nancy asked. "Thanks so much for everything," she added before they had a chance to answer.

"I'm leaving, too. Amichi, can you tell my office that the Winchesters and I all died in that chopper explosion?" Victor requested.

"Sure. Why?" he asked. Normally, he wouldn't even contemplate telling that lie, but he and Nancy would be dead if it weren't for these three guys, so whatever they wanted was cool with him.

"I'm going to join these guys and hunt demons," he announced.

"Whoa, are you sure? It's not an easy life and you usually end up on the wrong side of the law," Dean cautioned.

"Remember our little talk last night. I'm sure," Victor said.

"OK," Dean said. "We'll train you."

"Dean, we don't have time for this," Sam said. He wanted to concentrate on breaking Dean 's deal. Not training some new guy.

"We'll make time," Dean said. "Let's go." He left no room for argument. He was leaving soon and Sammy could use someone else watching his back.

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The three of them were hanging out in a hotel room a few miles outside of town. "So, you were telling me that there are vampires, changelings, werewolves and killer clowns that eat people. Anything else?" Henricksen asked.

"Let's see. Ghosts, shapeshifters, witches, cannibalistic wendigos, cursed objects, tons of other things," Sam said, trying to discourage him.

"So, how do you kill all these things?" Henricksen asked, undeterred.

"You're not going to learn everything in one night, Victor," Dean said. "I'm going to get some food. I'll be back." He was halfway out the door when he realized something. "What do you want?"

"Whatever. I'm not picky," Victor answered.

"That's a nice change," Dean smirked.

Sam picked up the nearest pillow and threw it at him, but Dean was out the door before it reached him.

"So, how do you kill these things?" Victor asked again.

Sam sighed. Obviously neither one of them were going to be put off. "You decapitate a vampire, set changelings and wendigos on fire, silver bullet to the heart of a werewolf or shapeshifter. You can kill a witch anyway you want to. They're human. And you usually burn the bones of a ghost, but that doesn't always work and you have to get creative."

"I can tell you don't want me here. Why is that?" Victor said, deciding to go straight to the point.

"It's nothing personal. I actually think you would make a pretty good hunter. It's just Dean and I have a lot going on right now," Sam said.

"What?" Victor asked.

"It's personal," Sam said, knowing Dean didn't like people knowing his business.

Victor shrugged. Probably none of his business.

"I'm back," Dean announced. He handed a salad to Sam, and a burger to Victor and himself. There was a knock on the door. Dean opened it and Ruby walked in.

"Turn on the TV," she said.

Sam grabbed the remote and turned the TV on. Victor made a mental note that he would have to ask these guys why they were chummy with a demon. All thoughts of that went out of his mind as he watched the news report. The police station they had spent last night at had blown up. A gas explosion.

"It must have happened right after we left," Sam said softly.

"Yeah, and with the size of the blast, smart money's on Lillith," Ruby said. "So, after all your talk about humanity, your plan was the one with the body count—including your precious little virgin. So, next time we go with my plan."

Nobody said anything.

"What's he doing here?" Ruby asked, finally, indicating Victor.

"We're going to teach him to hunt," Dean answered.

"Don't you think you have more important things to attend to?" Ruby asked.

"It's none of your business what we do," Dean snapped.

"Fine. I have an extra one anyway," Ruby said.

"An extra one what?" Sam asked.

"Hex bags," she said, as she threw each of them one. "This will hide you from Lillith." Without another word, she left.

"Not particularly chatty, is she?" Victor asked. He gathered up his courage and asked, "What's the deal with her and you two anyway?"

"She's not like other demons. She's helping us fight them," Sam answered.

Dean rolled his eyes. "She's playing Sam, but I don't know what she wants," Dean answered.

Victor was expecting a fight, but apparently they had agreed to disagree about this, or had fought so many times about it and had just decided there wasn't any point. They ate in silence. She had definitely cast a pall on the evening.

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Sam left in the morning to pick up some supplies.

"OK, now that he's gone, I'm going to ask you a favor," Dean said.

"Um, OK," Victor said tentatively. He was beginning to wonder what he had gotten himself into. He knew the Winchester brothers killed supernatural things and were basically the good guys, but how much did he really know about them? He probably shouldn't be trusting them completely so soon.

"I'm leaving in about 3 months, and I want you to stick with Sammy. I don't like the idea of his hunting alone. It's really the only reason I'm agreeing to train you," Dean said.

"Where are you going?" Victor asked.

"Hell."

Victor assumed he hadn't heard right or that it was code for something else. "What does that mean?"

"It means I'm going to die and go to Hell," Dean answered. He didn't really want to talk about it. It was getting close and he was freaked out.

"How do you know?" He wasn't sure if he meant how do you know you're going to die, or how do you know where you're going when you do or both. Dean answered both.

"I sold my soul 9 months ago. They gave me a year. Do we have a deal or not?" Dean asked.

"Sure, I'll stick with Sam. What could be so important that you would sell your soul for it?"

"Sam." He heard Sam coming back and went out to meet him before Victor could ask him any more questions.