AN: I had a little trouble starting this chapter but I think it turned out alright, things got easier towards the end though. Anyway, just before I go and leave you to the reading I thought I'd just say thanks for the interest people are taking in this story both here and on because it really does mean a lot.

Everyone in Dusk Creek knew about the Novak's or at least knew a variation of their story. You see, every town has its mysteries and well Dusk Creek's just happened to be the Novak house. Dean was often surprised that so few teens broke into the houses too have parties or sex or whatever the hell people do in old abandoned house. Those who did however, never stayed very long. The old place had a feeling to it. People were driven away. No one knew why or wouldn't admit to their guesses, so as a result no one really went near it.

The Winchesters, like most citizens in Dusk Creek, payed as little attention to the estate as they could. They ignored the distant view they got from their living room window or the chills running down their spines when they drove by. Life was better not being scared of some old house just outside of town.

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8:54am October 31st

"This is so stupid," Dean Winchester said for what must have been the eighth time since the he and Sam had gotten into The Impala. "Seriously Sammy, this is the worst thing Ruby has done yet."

"You think I want to spend 24 hours in the Novak estate?" Sam Winchester snapped back but didn't turn his fixed gaze away from the cars window. A sarcastic laugh left Dean's lips.

"Well you did agree to this, genius."

"You didn't have come if you didn't want too, jerk."

"I'm not going to leave you, bitch."

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The Impala turned onto a gravel path leading up to the house in the middle of the estate's land.

"Well this place is well kept," Dean said as he motioned to the tall grass surrounding the trucks of the trees on either side of the gravel path.

In a matter of minutes the trees had opened up into a large clear area. Novak house sat in the middle. A large graveyard was at the very back of the clearing where a garden sat just in front. The garden was mostly diying bushes, old trees, and weeds. On the other hand, the graveyard looked pretty grand for, well, a graveyard. What really caught Dean's interest was the white mausoleum with a dead tree leaning over it.

Dean parked the Impala in front of the grey stone stairs leading up to the entrance of the house. He swung open the door and jumped out onto the gravel. The wind was crisp and the oldest of the two almost wished he had brought a warmer coat. He also wished he wasn't here. There were much better things to do after all than having to spend his Halloween in some stupid house. If Sam hadn't let Ruby dare him into this than for one Dean would still be sleeping. Two, he would have had the best Halloween ever. Three, the night would have been spent getting drunk at Jo Harvelle's Halloween party.

The Novak estate was big but not like the mansions in Hollywood or the ones you'd see on TV, but rather just a large Victorian styled home. It was old, anyone would be able to deduce that from the way the house almost seemed to creak in the wind. Spiderwebs dangled from the space between the overhang and the grey walls. What really freaked Dean Winchester out was he swore that as he looked over the exterior of the house he saw someone in a second floor window. It might have been just his mind playing tricks on him but those sharp blue eyes and messy flop of black hair looked all too real. In a blink of the eye there was nothing there. Not sure what else to do Dean blinked a few more times just for good measure. Eventually, shaking off the ridiculous thought Dean glanced back over to Sammy.

"Ready?"

"As I'll ever be."

It was just one foot after the other up the cold stone steps after that.

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"Michael," Castiel Novak called out as he moved around the house. Not much changed after almost two hundred years and even though the youngest Novak knew where his brother was he found himself in the habit of calling out.

"Study as always, Castiel," Anna Novak let out a sigh before drifting past, her dress trailing along behind. Not giving his sister much thought, Castiel mixed his coats collar nervously while trying to avoid poking at the blood stain surrounding the gun wound in his chest. He reminded himself of the much more important thing at stake right now so with a second thought Castiel took off quickly towards the study not making a sound as he did.

Michael Novak sat in his favourite chair by the fireplace which hadn't been lit in so many years. Castiel slipped into the room through the closed door. Sensing he was no longer alone, Michael tilted his head up.

"Castiel," he spoke calmly.

"We've got guests," Castiel informed his brother. The oldest Novak stood up quickly before sprawling his hands out onto the dust oak desk. The man leaned forward slightly.

"Gather the family. We've got to do this right this time or else who knows how much longer we'll have to wait," Michael ordered, The messy black haired man nodded slightly before turning on his heel and drifting out into the hallway.

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A chill ran up Dean's spine as he and Sam entered the old estate. The inside of was just as beautiful as the outside. The walls were dark and paintings hung all around but none seemed to be of the family. It felt as though you had almost been taken back in time to 1839. However, there was also something so unsettling about being in the house. Every instinct was on red alert and screaming too run. Dean pulled his jacket closer to his body before stepping out of the entrance hall and into a hallway leading to a room to the left and the right. There was a staircase in the handles winded up to the top where a all Dean could see was a single mirror and more doors leading around the home.

"Is it just me or do those stairs look about ready to fall down," Sam Winchester pointed out.

"Well if and when we go up them you go first," Dean snickered. Sam just rolled his eyes and turned to the right.

"This looks like the family room," he said before taking a slow and careful step forwards. Dean peered into the space before following behind. It felt as though if you glanced over to the six chairs sitting circled around a stone fireplace you'd be greeted with the sight of old skeletons just left to rot. Of course that wasn't the case, everyone knew the Novaks, minus Lucifer of course, had been laid to rest in a mausoleum in the families graveyard.

Sam moved closer to the six empty chairs. He squinted his eyes at the stain on each. It only took a few seconds to realize just what the stains were from. The young man's hand quickly went to cover his mouth as he stumbled backwards.

"That's just nasty," Dean added as he knelt in front of a white armchair observing the blood stains. It looked as though each Novak had been shot in the heart by the placement of the stains. There however was one chair with only dust and cobwebs sitting on top of it. The darker armchair had been separated from all the rest.

"Must have been Lucifers," Sam posed, Dean nodded.

"I'm guessing that was Lucifer's as well," he pointed over to the stone fireplace where just above was a large portrait of what must have been the Novak family. Splattered across the stone, the dark blue wall, and the bottom of the gold framing was dried blood stains.

"Lucifer was one messed up son of a bitch," the older of the two pointed out as he gazed at the old painting. "Look at this, Sammy." Sam moved to his brother's side and observed the captured group of people.

"One messed up family is more like it."

The painting was eerie to say the least. It was cut in two pieces, one side contained five of the Novaks all with X's scratched over their faces. The other half contained the not harmed portrait of what the Winchesters only guessed to be Lucifer Novak.

Dean must have been going insane because he swore that Lucifer's mouth twitched into a dark smile. A smile that was enough to make your skin crawl. The way the mouth was shaped was as if the painting knew all your darkest thoughts and secrets. Once more, in a blink it was back to normal.

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12:42am November 3rd, 1839. Novak Estate.

The gun dangled in his far to steady hands. It was silent but their glazed eyes spoke so much. Too much. He rose the gun to his head. Their eyes, they looked at him with such sadness, fear,confusion, and such disappointment. It was almost as if his brothers and sister's lifeless bodies were mocking him, calling him pathetic, weak, useless, unwanted. With a single pull of the trigger it was all over. Or rather, just beginning.

AN: Another chapter done. I'm not sure how many chapters this is will be but I'm sure there will be at least three or four more plus the Epilogue.

Things are about to get good in this story!