Jimmy Novak stared up at the house, so familiar yet it had been so long since he'd been here, what felt like millennia.
Nothing was the same, he knew. No longer would he be able to go to the store for groceries, take his daughter to school. No longer was he able to be a normal person, go about his day, go to work and come home and worry about nothing more than taxes. He would always have angels behind him.
And if Dean was right, he would have far more than that. Jimmy Novak was a hunted man now.