Dean slowly opened his eyes, and shut them again quickly as the slight motion caused a sharp pain to shoot across his brow. He automatically tried to shake himself briskly to remind himself that he was more manly than to suffer pain, but he found that he could not move. He should never have listened to his brother and gone to that dance night in that creepy old town. His hunting senses had begun to tingle when the small petite girl had struggled into the room in oversized red slip-on shoes. It was as if he had known that she would fall, as by the time she gasped out and pitched forward towards the stone floor he was almost by her side. Almost, however, had not been good enough. Her exhausted body had shattered in the impact, and she was still. Dean knelt down next to her and bent forward to check the necessaries, but suddenly her body surged into movement. Mechanically her body jerked up into a sitting position and her head spun to face the man at her side. "You", she said in a strangely cold manner, "You will dance in the shoes. Pay a tribute to my memory. Dance in the shoes." Sam, who had strode forward on his long legs to join his brother, held back when the girl said this. Dean was deep in thought, but Sam decided that he what the right thing would be do. He ran over to the dusty piano in the corner of the function room and sat down on the rotting oak stool. Sam's fingers touched the keys, and he knew it was good. Dean noticed his distraction and made a grab for the girl's shoes. He would try them on, noone would know. They fitted snugly, and felt as if they had always been there. He straighted up just as an outoftune jig begun to issue from the piano. Dean started to dance. Faster and faster, until the tune and Sam were a blur far behind him. He forgot to breathe, he forgot everything. There was only the dancing. The dancing!He was going to die, he could not carry on. But he would, for the music kept on. "S..top! Sam, stop!", Dean stammered in terror before his throat choked up with the physical effort. Sam looked up with a grin, his eyes flashing red from the possession of the devil piano. "Oh no, Dean," the wayward brother laughed, "I don't think I shall be stopping my playing now. For you know what they say, Play it again Sam!".