AN: At first I had planned on posting two chapters this weekend but that isn't going to happen because I wasted all of Saturday on YouTube rather than writing or doing homework. The next chapter will probably be posted sometime later in the week. I wanted to thank everyone who is supporting this story. I love all the feedback and followers. I need to sleep. Pushing editing back until two in the morning isn't a good thing. Anyway, until next time!

[NOTE: If there are any mistakes they will be fixed in the morning!]

"Michael I don't think this is a very good idea."

"I agree with Cas."

"What other choice do we have?"

"Michael's right."

"Anna, no he isn't."

The Novak's bickered softly amongst themselves as Sam and Dean explored the first floor of the estate. If there was one positive thing about being a ghost it would be that if the Novak's didn't want to be noticed than by all means they could just slip out of sight or earshot from the living.

Michael leaned against the railing that surrounded the opening from the second floor too the first. In the middle of the open space dangled a large chandler which had once sparkled so beautifully. Shaking off the nostalgic feeling building up, Michael fixed his eyes down to the two men wandering around his home or what had once been. Truth be told, the Novak family hadn't found home in the estate for 172 years. The house was more of a cage. A cage that was worth doing a few questionable things to get out of. The ghost turned to face his family.

"Castiel, Gabriel, Balthazar," he addressed the three younger brothers. "I know you don't believe this plan will work. I don't have full faith in it either. No matter, it has to be done."

"Are you sure you'll even be able to possess him?" Balthazar Novak asked.

"It didn't work last time," Gabriel piped in.

"Trust me, if all goes well tonight we will be free of this curse," Michael said with a reassuring smile that could have fooled anyone but his siblings.

It was the thought of freedom that made the others join with Michael. All but Castiel.

"I'm not going to let you go through with this," Castiel argued. "It isn't worth the risk for us and these men."

"Castiel please, we've tried everything else! I'm tired and more than anything I want this to be over."

Michael being the oldest also happened to be the strongest out of the siblings in life and in death. A ghost at first is so weak that it can't even appear to the living but as time ticks by they grow stronger. The Novak family had tried possession once before but failed miserably. The person who was to be possessed happened to see Michael resulting in a lot of screaming and running. Not only did the five siblings not know if the possession would work but also what the vessel being used would respond like. It was pretty big risk.

The plan itself was for Michael to possess the shorter of the two boys. However, to do this and carry out the rest of the plan the taller of the two needed to be distracted by the rest of the family. Before anything could happen, both men needed to be a little more familiar with the house itself. They needed to almost feel safe. The Novak's had waited 172 years another two hours would be easy.

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Sam and Dean Winchester stood before the grand staircase that opened up into the second of three floors. Sam gulped before putting one foot on the first wood step. It creaked under the weight. Never had he fallen through stairs before, and he really hoped he never would be placed in a situation where he might. Sam really wished he could blame Dean for this but he couldn't considering it was his own fault. The man took another shaky step. Another, and another after that. Before long Sam had reached the top. A sigh of relief escaped his lips. Dean did a little cheer before he bounded up the stairs. Both brothers had decided to stick to the second floor before adventuring up onto the third.

There were more rooms that weren't blocked off than the on the lower level. Sam had said they were blocked off because mostly likely they were unsafe for people too enter.. Dean thought that was bullshit. Before the twenty four hour time period was up the oldest Winchester was set on exploring the whole house dangerous or not.

The first room that greeted the boys was a bedroom. It didn't seem to be that of a boys for there were dolls sitting on shelves. Naturally, the Winchesters didn't stay in the room for long because dolls are always extremely creepy.

Two more bedrooms followed after that neither were very special. Interesting sure. Special? Not so much. You see, what really interested the boys was a hallway. It was long, narrow, and dark like most hallways are in old abandoned houses. Even though it was only 10:30am Sam had to pull out his flashlight in order to see easily. The hallway had a few rooms it led into. Dean and Sam entered the first one too their left. It was smaller room than all the others so far. However, the office space had clearly been loved by at least one of the family members. Papers were neatly stacked up on a dark wooden desk by the single large window in the room. Tattered blinds were pulled back allowing a view out to the side of the estate. A thick layer of dust had formed on, well, everything. Dean coughed as the dust was disturbed by the entrance. Sam Winchester was fascinated by the many books lining the shelves. Dean had just rolled his eyes and pulled his younger sibling back into the hallway.

Only three rooms remained in the hallway, two of which had been locked. At the end there was what seemed like yet another family room. This one was much more personalized than the last. Like the one on the lower level, there were six arm chairs sitting around a fireplace. One was pushed farther away from the rest. Unlike the room downstairs, many paintings lined the navy walls. It was a little odd being surrounded by paintings of the dead. In movies there are always those paintings that seem too follow the characters with their eyes. For Dean and Sam being in the room was like those movie scenes. They found unsettling to say the least.

"Man," Dean breathed out as he did a full turn in the middle of the room. The house itself was hard enough to take in but the Novak's were just the icing on the cake.

"These people had everything. I mean holy fuck, having a ton of money and a house like this is enough as it is! Shit. How perfect can you get? Not only were these people filthy rich but they might as well have been underwear models don't you think, Sammy?." Sam couldn't help but laugh at that.

"Being the history nerd that you're, do you happen to know all their names?" Dean asked. The youngest brother shook his head.

"I know the two oldest were Michael," Sam spoke as he pointed to a painting of a man who must have been Michael looking very put together and professional. Clearly he was the leader of the family and proud of it. A little full of himself? Most likely. His dark hair was neatly combed into place. The suit he wore fit almost too well. Dean probably shouldn't have felt jealous because of some dead guy but he did.

"That one is Lucifer," said Sam as he gestured to the painting on Michael's right. Dean's gaze was directed to it. This one was of a man with dirty blonde hair and an almost deadly gleam in his eyes. Apart from the eyes, Lucifer didn't actually seem so bad. Quickly Dean shook of the thought of Lucifer being anything but a fucking psycho would killed his family then painted the wall with his brain. Wanting to get his mind off of the chill running down his spine, Dean moved to the other paintings.

Beside Michael's was a painting of a much smaller looking man with kind of a dark golden hair. He wore a cheeky smile on his lips. The glint in the man's light brown eyes just said mischief. Sam seemed pretty stunned by however this Novak was which honestly Dean didn't understand.

The Next painting was of another man. He looked more tired than the rest of the family. Light dirty blonde hair flopped messily on top of his head and stubble lined his jaw. A calm smile played at the guys lips. Dean and Sam both decided that if this guy was around still he'd be either the druggie hipster type or some kind of unknown actor/artist.

What caught Dean's eye about the next Novak was her stunning head hair tied up in a bun. If you studied the art a little more there was almost a kind warm feel to her expression. Dean didn't say this aloud, but if that woman were alive he'd probably bang her. It was an odd thought, he wasn't denying that. Dean Winchester was just like that.

However, the final painting pushed the thoughts of the redhead right out of Dean Winchester's mind completely. Never would he admit to it, but he found himself just standing there staring into a stunning pair of blue eyes. They were the kind of eyes you would never believe to be real but were. Mentally slapping himself out of the daze, Dean quickly glanced at the rest of the painting before trying to move on from the dark haired man. If Sam had caught him like that he would most likely never hear the end of it.

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Castiel Novak didn't like Michael's plan in the slightest bit, nor was he going to be bullied into helping the rest of the family. Instead, the youngest brother followed behind the Winchesters never let himself be seen. They were an interesting duo too say the least. It only took a little bit of time to find out their names and relationship with one another. In life and death the youngest Novak had always been the most observant. Castiel had always been close to his siblings but not close like these Dean and Sam fellows. Another thing that sparked his interest in them was they seemed like good people. Truly good people. Both didn't break or really even touch anything almost as if they were in a museum.

If he was honest with himself, Castiel didn't believe in much anymore. Death was a pretty dull place where hope had no room. As a result, he didn't believe in his older siblings. He didn't believe in Michael's stupid plan. He didn't believe in fate. But, if there was one thing Castiel might start believing in, it would have to be those two brothers. The thought actually had scared the ghost. It also made Castiel realizing something, he had to stop Michael's stupid plan before it backfired on them all. Doing such would at least provide the two men with a little bit of protection until they made up their minds about the things the ghost couldn't do on their own. The plan Castiel had came up with was pretty stupid. Actually, it was a really stupid plan but there was nothing more he could do.

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"Shit!" Sam cursed. Everything the two boys had brought was scattered across the floor. "My extra batteries and flashlight had been in this pocket!" The youngest Winchester exclaimed as he waved too a pocket in his backpack. Sam's flashlight had died as the Winchesters were heading to the third floor of the estate.

"You must have dropped them or something stupid and clumsy like that," Dean suggested with a shrug. Sam considered it for a second.

"Maybe," he agreed. The two boys quickly packed up their belongings once more. "Do you want to go back and look for the batteries and flashlight or can you manage going up the stairs on your own without someone holding your hand?"

Dean shot Sam a 'fuck you too' face before turning to the old staircase.

"I'll be fine on my own," he replied. "If you get scared just scream like the girl that you are."

Sam simply replied with a scoff before heading back into the open rooms on the second floor. Clinging onto the brass railing, Dean Winchester carefully climbed up the weak looking stairs.

The third floor was the smallest of the three so far. Dean and Sam were not sure if the house had a basement but if it did there was no way of getting too it. A hallway was the first open entrance that Dean was greeted with. However, before going down the darker hall he went around to the other doors on the floor. None were unlocked.

'Naturally,' the man thought to himself. A puff of air escaped his lips. Not really wanting to put in the effort of picking the locks or breaking down doors, Dean turned to the hallway. Really he wasn't at all a wimp but let's face it, no one would like going down a dark hallway in a house where 172 years ago a family was killed. Dean sucked in some air before letting it out in a puff. Then, he stepped into the dark hall.

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Balthazar and Gabriel Novak had always been the tricksters in the Novak family. Pulling pranks was what they had done for fun. In their minds they made a pretty great team. So, pulling the men away from each other had been all too easy. The real fun was keeping them apart. Gabriel had come up with a game to tease the man a little.

In the 172 years the family was trapped in their house a lot had changed. With every new intruders they learned something more about the present world. One thing always in ways had stayed the same. Each person breaking in always had a source of light. Each new light source became more and more complex yet there was always some energy source powering it. Batteries, without them the flashlight wasn't going to work Gabriel and Balthazar knew that.

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Finding the batteries turned into a much harder task than planned when Sam came across the open and empty package laying on the floor by the front door. Cursing, he got down on all fours to search for the batteries. Seeing none Sam stood up again. A single battery sat on the top of the first flight of stairs. Before Sam could move the little cylinder shaped object rolled down the steps with a thump when it hit the bottom. The man looked at it for a second before moving to grab it. Just as Sam reached for the battery it rolled away from him. One second it had stopped and the next it was gone almost as if it were able to think on its own.

"What the-" Sam breathed out. He shook his head. There was no way, absolutely no way that could have happened. It must have been his mind playing a trick on him. But it wasn't. Sam turned his head only to see the object sitting at entrance into the Novak's first living room area.

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Dean moved down the dark hallway only ever stopping to pull at door handles. Each one had been locked. Dean frowned as he made his way to the end where the last door was. The oldest Winchester stood in front of the door for a second.

"I swear if this door is locked I will punch someone," Dean mumbled to himself. He pulled at the door which gave a screech in protest but opened. With a sigh of relief Dean entered the bedroom. It was much smaller than all the others but this one led out into a balcony. Quickly feeling the urge to get out of the house, Dean let himself onto the balcony.

A burst of fresh air was first to great Dean. He hadn't realized just how musty the house was until he was once again outside. After taking a deep breath in, Dean looked around. The balcony was at the back of the estate which granted him a great view of the once grand garden and the old cemetery. Cold metal met flesh as Dean grabbed onto the railing surrounding the open space. Only when the cold air was getting too much did Dean considering going back inside. He leaned back from the balcony before straightening his back. Dean took in another breath before turning around to face the house.

Dean Winchester would never ever admit that the sound which had escaped his lips was a high shrill scream. He found himself backing up quickly until his back was pressed into the railing and he could go no further with falling off. Every possible explanation had faded from Dean's mind but one. One impossible explanation.

"Hello," the dead man spoke gruffly.

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12:36 am November 3rd, 1839. Novak Estate.

The bullet was fast. It hurtled through his chest as though it were nothing. Castiel could feel his life coming to an end. He saw no light at the end of a tunnel. Nothing flashed before him. Instead each breath he took grew harsher and more desperate almost as though his lungs were giving in. It hurt. There was no peace in it, only pain. Everything had became a hazy blur which only grew darker and darker every second that ticked by. The pleasure of death mocked him as it took its sweet time. It had been almost impossible to open his mouth. He did it none the last. With his last breath Castiel whispered out to the fading world. One single word slipped from his lips like a whisper.

"Lucifer."