AN: Sorry this took so long! I've been meaning to post this for a long time but haven't gotten around to doing so.
It is kind of sad finishing this story. I mean the idea came out of nowhere and I had to write this. Originally I had been writing a completely different story.
I can't even begin to explain how thankful I am for all the support this story got because it was truly unexpected. I love each and every one of you who has read this story. Man I don't even want to say goodbye!
Well, if you are willing to stick around I'm writing a new Supernatural Christmas story right now and the first chapter will be posted soon! I'm really excited about it.
OH! Also my friend and I are thinking about doing an audiofic of this story for kicks. I'll post a chapters or something if that ever happens!
Once again thank you all and I'll see you around.
So that is it. The story of the 24 hours that changed my life, Sam's as well of course. Anyway, we can't see the world in the same way now knowing what lurks in the shadows. We've been affected so much that Sam and I are even considering leaving Dusk Creek to go and hunt down the monsters most don't know about. Why? Simple. Saving people, hunting things. The new family business. If not us then who?
This is something I'd like to go my whole life without admitting. Oh well, here I am admitting it anyway. Truth is I'm glad that this all happened. I'm glad I didn't end up going to Jo Harvelle's Halloween party but instead ended up staying in an old estate. And lastly, I'm glad Ruby dared Sam to spend 24 hours in a haunted house. Please if you know Ruby don't ever tell her that, I'd never live it down!
The Novak legend still hangs over the small town of Dusk Creek. It is funny in a way. Sam and I often laugh at the kids whispering their thoughts about what really happened in the old building. Naturally, everyone is pretty wrong. We don't correct them. The Novak's secret is their own afterall. At one point there was a little talk about turning the old estate into condo's or something. But the idea was turned down because of something about it being historical and tourism. Basically I don't give a fuck but I'm glad it didn't happen.
I often wonder about Castiel and the other Novak's. I wonder where they are and if the afterlife is everything they wished it to be. However, there isn't a worse hell than the one they lived in for so long. What crosses my mind is what Castiel must being doing more than anything. I wonder about him more than anyone. My answer is pretty obvious. The youngest Novak is curled up in a comfy armchair, a book in his lap. The sun would be setting colouring the sky with warm reds, oranges, and pinks that reflect off his eyes. And lastly, he would sipping the perfect cup of tea. The best in all of creation to be exact.
-Dean Winchester
