Title: chains that bind
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.
Warnings: spoilers for up to "Hunted"; AU?
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 205
Point of view: third
"You're not gonna catch 'em, Vic," his brother drawled through the phone, a voice he hadn't heard in six years. "If I failed, you really think you'll succeed?"
"I told you not to use this line for anythin' but emergencies," Victor growled back.
"Just wanted to let you know I'm in prison. It'll be a few months, but I'll get back to chasin' them fuckers."
Victor closed his eyes. "Gordon," he sighed. "Don't contact me except for emergencies, alright? You make me tired."
"I'm not crazy, Victor," his younger brother said earnestly. "I know what I saw that night, what I've seen since then."
Victor glanced around furtively, but thankfully he was alone in the hall. "You're a murderer," he hissed. "A serial killer. And only the fact that you're my mama's son has kept me from takin' you in myself." Victor flipped his phone shut and slammed his fist into the wall.
If he'd been home that night, Rosalind would still be alive, Gordon would still be sane, and Daddy wouldn't have walked away. Victor knew it.
If only he'd been home…
Victor took a deep breath and strode back into the office. The Winchesters had been sighted again—he had work to do.