Hi Everyone,

Here we are, end of Season 5, which originally seemed like an end to all things to me. Could have been, actually.
So I'll end here, feeling a sense of completion. The next seasons were, in my humble POV, an extra treat to please the fans, the cast and crew who enjoy themselves so much shooting it.
Besides, I'm leaving for Canada in a couple of days, so I won't have much opportunity to write as regularly as usual, as my agenda is pretty full.
I promise, soon after my return in September, I'll start posting my new SPN fic "The Howling One". I dream of seeing you around again then.

Thanks so much to all of you who visisted these little drabbles, and especially to the precious ones who left reviews. I hope you had as much pleasure reading them as I had writing them.
Love to all,
Lyxie

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All I ever wanted for you is a normal pie life. I know now it's not gonna happen.

That's why I'm gonna haunt your life for a short while, until I'm convinced you finally let go… of hunting monsters, of caring for strangers… of me!

Yet I have a feeling the last memories that crossed my tortured soul are the Ariane's thread which will keep me sane: little soldiers stuck in the corner of my mind, rare precious smiles on your face, even the echo of that beloved music of yours!

Am I ready?

Hell is actually leaving you behind.

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I'd take more hits and have my face beyong repair if it meant I could reach him and bring him back and…

Shit! This isn't happening! It can't be! I need him more than he'll ever need me.

I'm just waiting for the next blow, hoping it'll crack the burning wall inside his soul and set him free.

I don't give a damn about a normal pie life if he ain't in it. That's my little brother we're talking about, remember?

So how do I care if I'm gonna turn up my toes today!

If he's gone, what the hell!

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The moment I opened that door, I knew it was only temporary.

This Life of ours is sweet and precious, but it's not what he's meant for.

He's a hunter. A … may I say it?... a killer.

For the good cause.

But I'm being realistic here.

We are a sweet interlude, I confess, in his murky life. Some semblance of a happy family… an ersatz at best.

Yet I'll give all I can to treat him like the husband he'll never be to me, like the father he's doing his best to become for my son.

That beer is ready.

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How come I'm so proud of them, as if they were my own boys? Oh wait, actually, they are… sort of.

Holy me! I've watched – or rather pushed – them rush into more adventures than I can imagine… and I do have a vivid imagination.

They fought against everything listed in the Great Book of Life: good, bad, creatures with wings or invisible horns and tails, they refused to bow next to nothing, figuring out they were in control of their free will. Were they?

They manage to teach me one thing though: Family is the most precious gift of all.

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~ AKF ~