Title: misconceptions
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.
Warnings: slight AU for "Folsom Prison Blues"
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 270
Point of view: third
When he finally gets in the same room as Dean Winchester, the man isn't what he expects.
Oh, he's a cocky sum'bitch, alright, no doubt of that. But Victor had thought he'd be a racist asshole—based on all the information of his childhood, he should be a sexist, white supremacist terrorist.
And Winchester blows right through all of Victor's preconceived notions with that damned smirk.
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"So, your daddy," Victor says. "Let's talk about him."
Winchester raises his head. "How about we don't."
Victor doesn't smirk, but it's a close thing. "He spent a lot of time off the grid—we don't know what he was doin'. We can guess, though." Victor watches Winchester closely. "Ex-marine, right? Real dangerous guy. Trained you and your brother to follow him, to take up his beliefs."
Winchester says, "You're borin' me, Vic."
"But Sam—he left. He got out, and you couldn't let him go." Something flickers in Winchester's eyes and Victor continues, "Did you kill his girlfriend, like that poor woman in St. Louis? He's yours, isn't he? Been yours since the two'a you were boys."
Winchester shakes his head. "You have all these beliefs about me, agent, and ain't a one of 'em true."
The lady lawyer—something Daniels—strides in and kicks Victor out, but he knows he rattled Winchester. He wants to go talk with baby brother Sam, but Daniels forbids it.
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It isn't until later that night when Victor realizes Winchester didn't blink at his race. Not a single comment about it.
But he has his conclusions about Winchester, and he hushes the little voice that tells him he's wrong.