DEAN: What about you? You rockin’ the white picket fence?
HENRIKSEN: Mmm-mm, empty apartment, string of angry ex-wives. I’m right where you are.I’m 100% positive that Henriksen would have become a hunter if he had lived.
We could have seen him hunt with the Winchesters. We could have seen him get chummy with Dean, both bonding over hunts and occasionally knocking some reality into his friend. We could have seen him interact with other hunters, too, to get accustomed to the life. (I’ve always been particularly fond of Victor and Jo teaming up. Among, you know. Other things.)
His previous job had nearly zero pay-off. But that was what Victor liked best. He liked catching the bad guys; liked knowing he finished the job. He was upset when he discovered there was even more evil in the world than he thought—and bigger, at that—and he was doing nothing to help.
Hunting would be lonely, but it would give immediate gratification. Victor’s sense of purpose would still be the same, the only difference would be that the monsters he now hunts are darker. He would hunt for the sake of duty, not revenge or necessity like John or Bobby or Gordon or pretty much every hunter we’ve come to know. And maybe, every so often, the weight of all that evil would get to him—but it wouldn’t hinder him. No, not Victor. Because Victor could give himself a hard look in the mirror and get over himself. He wouldn’t dwell on his petty needs when there’s a world out there he needs to help. Victor could get over his problems, not in the Dean Winchester way of repression, but in a healthy way, in a “this is my role and I accept it thoroughly” way. Because the only thing Victor loves more than conquering the bad guys is the satisfaction of a job well done.
Victor Henriksen was one of the the best things that never happened to Supernatural.
(via nonisland)
