Victor paced around his office. He had taken the drastic measure of taping up a map of America against the wall with all Dean's crimes pinned to it.
There was no pattern. Black, white, male, female, immigrant, stranger, family, loved ones, children, grandparents and his crimes stretched to almost every state.
What really made his blood boil was that this insane monster had gone so far from human he had been let in willing to the houses of young, pretty females with a bright happy future ahead of them. Only to tie them up and beat them. He had then faked his own death which still baffled the medics. The guy down in the morgue was the exact same man as Dean in every detail. Henricksen remembered visiting the body all to well.
"Right this way Special Agent Henricksen. It's quite a sight, two gun shot wounds straight through the chest. Even the DNA matches."
The short balding Doctor led him down a harshly lit corridor. Henricksen's shoes clacked evenly down the corridor.
"Well he is one hundred kinds of wacko; I just wanted to see for myself what this guy's capable of."
Henricksen already knew what Dean Winchester was very capable, he'd read the file thousands of times. No. The real reason Henricksen wanted to see the body was so he could look into Dean's face, analyse it, and remember exactly what he looked like and he had to admit, the psycho fascinated him.
"Well I h- know you will get him" Victor looked sharply at the Doctor. Everyone knew his success rate and it was no place for this insignificant man to tell him how to do his job.
The Doctor looked down sharply avoiding Henricksen's angry glare.
"Well he's right this way,"
Henricksen was led through a set of swinging doors into a harshly lit morgue the body of said psychopath was already lying on the slab, ready to be examined, cloth still hiding the truth from Henricksen's eyes.
Once the special agent was standing next to the table ready to witness the impossible, he signalled and the coroner folded the sheet back down to the midriff of the corpse.
Henricksen's eyes widened but he maintained his stance because he found himself looking at the very man that he was hunting.
The man's bone structure was very prominent and he was by far too pretty for a man. He had dark messed up blond/brown hair that was cut short but not so short that it showed the criminal within. This boy looked practically adorable. Which made him even more dangerous.
'Thank you.' Said Hendrickson finally, turning away and walking back out the door. The Doctor just watched, stunned as he saw the Special Agent vanish to the sound of shoes tapping on the cold marble floor.
Yet still, after what felt like months, Dean Winchester still managed to outsmart Henrickson. Along with his puppy dog eyed brother.
Henrickson was jolted out of his trance when his work phone rang and he bit the end of his tongue off in the process. With the metallic taste of blood in his mouth he hastily grabbed his phone. On his second attempt of answering his mobile he pushed the correct button with his shaking hands from the shock he had received only moments earlier.
'What?' he shrieked
'Henrickson, he's done it again.' The voice replied in panic.
'Who, you blithering idiot, get your head screwed back on and talk.' Henrickson said his anger increasing by the moment as he swallowed down more blood.
'It's Dean Winchester…. He's murdered again' The voice said panting.
Henrickson bolted upright momentarily forgetting about the stinging sensation in his mouth. 'Where.' He said sharply.
'Baltimore, Maryland-' The voice was cut off before he could finish and Special Agent Henrickson was out of his office door with his coat in hand, hoping that this time, he would get the son of a bitch.