AN: Originally this was going to be posted earlier in the week but life happens. Sadly this means I've got to post the second last chapter this week. The next two chapters are going to be the big ones. This chapter is a little shorter than the last but hopefully that isn't a problem.

Once again thanks for the continued support!

"Jesus Christ!" Dean Winchester yelped as he pushed his back further into the metal railing. The dead man tilted his head as his eyebrows furrowed closer together in confusion.

"No," he spoke. "My name is Castiel Novak."

Dean tried to say something but, no words came to mind. He couldn't form any thoughts let alone words. Castiel just stayed still as a statue. Blue eyes scanning and analyzing. Just as Dean's mind started to become a little less hazy from the shock, another ghost appeared beside Castiel. This caused a shriek too once again escape Dean's lips. However, before he could get a good look at the newest ghost they were both gone.

"What the fuck?" the oldest Winchester breathed. One second he was talking too a ghost and the next he's all alone. Clearly his mind was playing tricks on him. Running his fingers down his face, Dean let out an aggravated grunt.

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"What the hell are you doing, Castiel?" Michael yelled as he threw his baby brother into a wall on the third floor hallway. Castiel didn't flinch. Instead he just looked coldly up into Michael's eyes. "You've ruined this for all of us! Why?" the older man demanded.

"Because your plan wasn't going to work," Castiel snapped back. "You think Lucifer would make this easy for us?"

"So what you're saying is you have a better plan?" Michael retorted. The ghost let go of his brother's jacket before stepping away. A sigh escaped his lips. Michael began to pace back forth in front of Castiel. He stopped in his tracks after his younger brother response.

"Yes. Yes I do," Castiel agreed,

"What?"

"I have a plan."

"Yes, I know you have a plan. What is the plan?"

Castiel's plan was going to be far from easy. Deep down Michael knew it was the only option they had. The family was quickly called together and gathered in the study on the second floor.

"This is insane," Anna Novak argued. "How are we going to get them to trust us?"

"I don't know," Michael replied. "But when Castiel showed himself to one of them, they didn't run away screaming. I think we can take that as a fairly good sign."

"Do we even know their names?" Anna asked.

"Dean and Sam Winchester," Castiel replied softly.

"Okay. Here is an idea," Gabriel spoke up. The shortest Novak was leaning against the old wooden desk. "The tall moose man is probably catching on to the whole ghost thing courtesy of Balthazar and me. So, why don't Anna, Balthazar, and I go make ourselves present to him. Meanwhile, Michael and Castiel you two can go talk with the other guy."

"Seems like a good enough idea," Michael nodded,

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Dean had finally caught his breath and decided that yes, he was only seeing things. He had stepped back inside. The bedroom wasn't much warmer than outside but, Dean wasn't going to complain to much. However, all of a sudden the room seemed to drop in temperature by a few degrees. Shivering, Dean turned his head to check if he had closed the door leading out onto the balcony. It had been. The mans heart sped up. Very slowly, he turned his head to face forwards. Blue eyes met green. Every fiber in Dean's body told him to run. He didn't. He just gulped and kept looking forward.

"Are you going to kill me?" he asked. The ghost tilted his head slightly to one side while studying Dean.

"I do not plan on it, no," Castiel replied. "Are you going to run away?" There was a pause before Dean replied.

"No. I don't think so."

"Great. Please, um," Castiel began. "Please take a seat."

The ghost almost flickered over to two chairs sitting in the corner of the bedroom.

"You probably have questions." Dean nodded before slowly sitting down into a very uncomfortable chair which he swore was about to fall apart. Castiel gracefully sat down in the one opposite.

There were a few awkward seconds of silence until Michael Novak glided into the room. Dean would be lying if he said the whole ghost thing wasn't freaking him out still. Truth was he felt so unsafe, like a lamb in a lions pen at a zoo or something.

"I assume you've heard of our story," Michael asked before sitting on the arm of Castiel's chair but was quickly swatted off.

"I've told you so many times not to sit on the chairs in my room like that," Castiel frowned. Michael just rolled his eyes but didn't move. With one last grunt of protest, Castiel just accepted it.

"Yes, I've heard about you guys and your death," Dean replied as scratched the back of his neck.

"Great," Michael nodded. "Now let me tell you what happened that night. Let me tell you everything."

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January 16th, 1824, The Novak Estate.

"What do you mean they're dead," Lucifer Novak demanded. "Mum and papa can't be dead!" The boy stomped down the stairs and over to his older brother.

"They're dead Lucifer. It was an accident," Michael explained as calmly as he could. Being the oldest, Michael found it his responsibility to always take charge of situations, Lucifer had always hated being bossed around.

"I don't believe you," the boy spat.

"Go to your room, Lucifer and stop making such a scene. We've got company," Michael hissed. Without another word the younger of the two slunk to his room. The older boy let out a sigh. His eyes trailed down to his feet. Quickly gaining his confidence, Michael looked back up, and walked back into the family room to discuss family matters.

Even though Lucifer wasn't the youngest, he had been babied a by the sibling's mother. Her and Lucifer had been very close. The man had also always been the black sheep in the Novak family. After Mrs and Mr Novak died it was Lucifer who took it the hardest. At first everyone had just thought that him locking himself away from the family was just how he mourned. Soon enough years had passed by and Lucifer's actions didn't change. His lack of sleep, isolation from everyone for days, and yelling at anyone who looked at him had simply become the norm in the house.

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March 24th, 1827, The Novak Estate

"Lucifer," Michael asked as he knocked lightly on his brother's closed door. There was no answer. "Lucifer if you don't open this door in the next five seconds then so help me God I'm just coming in." Still there was no reply. With an annoyed sigh, the man opened the door. What Michael saw next was enough to change the family's life forever.

"What the hell are you doing?" Michael yelled before running over to Lucifer. A knife was hovering over the young man's index finger. Michael grabbed the knife then threw it off to the side of the bedroom. This caused Lucifer to snap out of the trance he had seemed to have fallen into.

"What are you doing," Lucifer screamed back. His head snapped over to look at the other man. Two hands pushed Michael back into a table. A yelp escaped his lips as pain shot up his back. A bowl of what looked like thick blood was now knocked over. It seeped down the table and onto the floor. A jar of rat tails smashed against the wall as the two brothers fought.

"You've gone insane! Do you think black magic is going to bring our parents back? It's been years so just get over it," Michael shouted

"You don't understand, no one understands!" Lucifer cried.

"Do you know what would happen if news spread? Lucifer, you'd ruin us. You'd ruin this town! How reckless can you be? No one cares if you're broken and don't you dare think you're the only one. Our parent's had worked so hard too make us what we are today. This is just childish. You'd be disappointing them right now. Stop acting like you're so worthless because it is not fooling anyone."

Lucifer's body crumbled as though he had just been stabbed in the stomach. The grip on Michael shoulders had been released. If he hadn't been so mad, Michael would have felt bad seeing his little brother curled up on the floor. He seemed so weak. Kind of like a little bird with a broken wing. That thought only made Michael furious.

"Leave," Lucifer sobbed . Without another word, the oldest Novak grabbed the knife from the floor and walked out of his brothers room.

After that no one left the house or the grounds unless it was necessary. Lucifer was watched over all hours of the day by either a member of the family or a man named Crowley whom Michael had hired as a nanny of sorts. No one liked this way of life. No one wanted to find out what would happen if the news of black magic had gotten out. This lifestyle was safe.

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12:28 am November 3rd, 1839. Novak Estate.

Lucifer walked into the family room on the first floor. The rest of the Novak's were minding their own business so no one had noticed him enter. He'd gone unnoticed up until there was a gun pointed at Michael's heart.

"Lucifer," the oldest spoke as calmly as he could. "What are you doing?' Lucifer only laughed coldly.

"I'm getting my revenge. This is for all those years where no one cared about me. Where all I could be was a disappointment.," Lucifer spat.

"Brother please..."

"You aren't my brother and you sure as hell are not my family." Before another word could be spoken, the bullet had already been shot.

Anna had screamed before she started crying hysterically. Gabriel and Balthazar sat dead beside her.

"How pathetic you all are," Lucifer spoke. "As you beg for your life." He lowered his gun and began to pace slowly back and forth. "None of you seem to realize how sweet death is. No, you don't deserve death. What lies before you is much worse than death."

"No please Lucifer stop," Anna wailed. Her cries didn't stop the bullet from flying into her chest.

Castiel said nothing. The youngest just sat there until he too slumped lifeless in his navy armchair. After that there was only Lucifer left.

The Novak family, minus Lucifer, had all found themselves in the family room a few weeks later. No one had a clue what had happened. However, once the bullet wounds were spotted in their chests the whole night came flashing back. Lucifer had cursed his family to feel the same isolation he had for the rest of time.

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October 31st, present day. Novak Estate, Castiel's bedroom.

"Let me get this straight," Dean Winchester began. "You want me to clean up your mess because you're all crazy assholes?" Michael nodded in agreement.

"It's been 172 years of this. We're so tired and want nothing more than to be free," he replied softly. Michael looked away for a second. It was in that moment where Dean felt pity for the family. The man ran his fingers through his short brown hair.

"I've got nothing better to do for about 18 more hours so might as well," he shrugged. Both Michael and Castiel's faces brightened considerably after that. "But, I need to talk to Sam.

"The other man you are with, Sam? He's with Anna, Balthazar, and Gabriel. Hopefully they've sat him down and told him everything as well."

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"I'd love to help," Sam Winchester agreed. He looked at the three ghosts standing in front of , Sam's gaze lingered a little longer on the shortest man in the group. A cheeky smile was shot his way. Sam quickly looked to Anna. There was a sigh from the woman and a snicker from Balthazar.

Sam jumped around quickly as the sound of the creaking of floorboards had saved him from a very awkward situation. At that moment he could have kissed Dean if they weren't brothers because that was a little odd. Sam quickly shook off the thought.

"Hey," Dean nodded to Sam before glancing to the other ghosts. The whole paranormal thing was still a little freaky. Sam didn't seem like he was in trouble so Dean let down his guard just slightly. "Have the, um, the Novak's talked to you about the whole curse thing?'

"Yes," the taller man replied. "I've agreed to help."

"Guess that makes two of us. So let's get this party started."

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November 21st, 1839. Novak Estate.

Michael had quickly figured out some tricks being a ghost had given him. There of course were also some disadvantages as well. He paced around his bedroom on the first floor one last time before walking back out into the dark hallway. It had become clear to the family that if they were ever going to be free from the curse then they'd have to help the best they could. Michael had blocked off any room he saw as unimportant to the success of anyone who happened to break in. Slowly, the estate was becoming less like a house but more like a cage or a time capsule which would never be dug up.