You think you left and Lilith came and we all died in a beautiful blast of… white light? If only. 45 minutes.
-What?
Over 45 minutes. Lilith said she wanted to have some fun. The secretary was first. Remember her? Nancy, the virgin. Lilith filleted Nancy’s skin off piece by piece. Right in front of us, made us watch. Nancy never stopped screaming.
-No.
I was the last.
-Victor…

30 Favorite Supernatural Characters (in no particular order) - Victor Henriksen 

“My job is boring, it’s frustrating. You work three years for one break, and then maybe you can save few people. Maybe. That’s the payoff. I’ve been busting my ass for 15 years to nail a handful of guys and all this while, there’s something in the corner so big. So yeah… sign me up for that big, frosty mug of wasting my damn life.”

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S2, Ep 12: Nightshifter:  

Henriksen: Go screw yourself, that’s how I knew. It’s become my job to know about you, Dean. I’ve been looking for you for weeks now. I know about the murder in St. Louis, I know about the Houdini act you pulled in Baltimore. I know about the desecrations and the thefts. I know about your dad.
Dean: Hey, you don’t know crap about my Dad.
Henriksen: Ex-marine, raised his kids on the road, cheap motels, backwood cabins. Real paramilitary survivalist type. I just can’t get a handle on what type of whacko he was. White supremacist, Timmy McVeigh, to-may-to, to-mah-to.
Dean: You got no right talking about my Dad like that. He was a hero.
Henriksen: Yeah. Right. Sure sounds like it. You have one hour to make a decision or we come through those doors full automatic.