Disclaimer: Nothing and no one are mine. It all belongs to Eric Kripke.
Thank you: To Merctales for the beta. You rock, chica!

I see your face every time he walks through the door. Your eyes light up, and your smile grows a little wider. I know that look. I know it all too well. You love him. Maybe neither one of you knows it yet, but you do.

I don't want to be one of these mothers who tells her daughter she can't do something. It's your life and your choices to make. I can't stop you. With that said, I'm going to tell you what I think, whether you like it or not. Don't give your heart completely to him because it'll break in the end. Lock a part of it away so no one can touch it.

That boy's a hunter. It's in his blood. His heart belongs to it not you, and he'll dedicate every day of his life tracking the things that go bump in the night. When he's working, he'll be focused and intense. When he's not, he'll be on edge, waiting for the next hunt. You'll always come second to him.

Now, don't argue. I loved your daddy more than life itself. I gave my whole heart to him. In the end, it nearly killed me when he died. I understood his choice and his life, but that didn't make it hurt any less.

I know what you're going to say. Yes, your daddy did love me. I know he did. But this boy, he's more like his daddy than yours. His daddy was broken. The boy is broken, too. I'm sorry, honey, but you can't fix him. Love him for who he is and what he is, but don't ever expect to change him.

Like I said before, this is your choice. I can't stand here and tell you not to see him. You're over eighteen now; I don't have that right. But, please, be careful. I never want to see you hurt, and the boy will hurt you if you let him. He won't mean to, but he will.

I guess that's all I can say on the matter. The rest is up to you. If you never remember anything else I've ever said, remember this. Guard your heart. Love is a fragile thing, and so is the boy.


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