Hello. This is my first time writing a Supernatural fic, so I hope you like it. It's set in season 5, but there really aren't any season 5 spoilers apart from the fact that Lucifer is free. So yeah, read on and be sure to leave me a nice little review to tell me what you think.

Also, if you haven't noticed I posted this story on Jared Padalecki's birthday. Consider it a birthday present he'll never really know he got ;) Happy Birthday Jared!

Disclaimer: I own Supernatural. NOT!

The door of a room opened and out walked eleven girls around the age of seventeen. All eleven of them had their hair tied in a bun and were wearing stockings and leotards. The moment they left the room, ten of them went for their bags, pulling out bottles of water and drinking as much as they could.

One didn't. She had black hair, hazel eyes and was wearing a baby blue leotard. "Joyce," one of the girls called out to her "Aren't you thirsty or tired? How are you even standing?" Joyce smiled.

"I'm just not," she said "Besides, I have another hour of rehearsing now."

A woman in her thirties walks out of the room. "Girls," she says and everyone turns to look at her "You seem to have forgotten your pointe shoes in the classroom."

"We know, Miss Ellie," says a girl in a black leotard smiling "We weren't planning on forgetting them.

Miss Ellie smiles and goes back inside the classroom. The girls follow her lead a few moments later. The classroom is on the third floor of a four storey building. One of the four walls is covered in mirrors, the other two have doors leading to a balcony and the third one, the one in front of the mirror-covered one, has a ballet barre attached to it. A portable barre is standing by the opposite wall and when needed is moved to the centre of the classroom, near the other one. The floor is wooden and lined up by the wall with the barre are eleven pairs of pointe shoes.

"Angie, those are mine!" Joyce scolds a girl in a lilac leotard who has reached down and picked up a pair of shoes. She looks at them and hands them to her.

"Oops, silly me," she giggles "I must be more tired than I thought. Sorry." She picks up the next pair of shoes and carries them out of the classroom. Joyce rolls her eyes at her.

Soon after, all the girls have left, leaving Joyce alone with Miss Ellie. Miss Ellie is sitting in front of the mirror-covered wall, watching as Joyce walks into the classroom, her pointe shoes in her hands. "Ready?" she asks her.

"Yes, Miss Ellie," Joyce answers.

"I'll just go get some coffee from across the street, it's been a long day," Miss Ellie says "Why don't you practice without me for a while? I'll be right back."

"Of course," Joyce answers and sits down, beginning to put the pointe shoes on. Miss Ellie smiles and leaved.

As Joyce is about to put her toe pads on, she stops and stares at her taped toes. She remembers something she had once been told, professional dancers don't wear toe pads. She knows it's risky, but she discards the toe pads and puts the pointe shoes on. They feel a bit uncomfortable at first, but she ignores it and ties the ribbons. She walks up to the stereo and presses play. The sound of music fills the room and she begins to gracefully dance around the room.

Joyce danced, not noticing the little red droplets of blood that had formed on her pointe shoes. She kept dancing, without realising that she was in pain, because her mind was away on a stage where she was dancing and the crowd was watching her with awe.

She was brought out of that world when she slipped while doing courus. She then realised that her toes were in agonising pain. She lifted her body and leaned on her elbows as she flexed and pointed them, but that only made it worse and she winced. She then wondered why she slipped, because it had felt like had slipped on water.

She looked down and almost screamed. A red puddle was on the ground by her feet and the front of her shoes were also stained with it. She knew she was losing blood and wondered where Miss Ellie was, because she tried to stand but it hurt so bad she ended up back on the floor.

She undid the ribbons of one shoe and stared at her toes, now covered in blood. Where had it all come from? Maybe it had been her stupid decision to not wear her toe pads. She put her hand in the shoe, searching and pulled it out when she felt something sharp. She put it back in and pulled out shards of glass.

Miss Ellie had been gone for longer than she thought she'd be. The que at the coffee shop had been pretty big and then they'd mixed up her order. She was glad she was finally back in her school. She walked in holding her cup. She strained her ear when she heard the music playing. This music didn't match any of Joyce's choreographies. Why was it playing? She took a sip of coffee and placed it on her desk before walking into the classroom.

The moment she did, she let out a scream. Lying in the centre of the room, unconscious and with a pool of blood streaming from the toes of her left foot and through the pointe shoe which was on her right one, was Joyce.

Here was the first chapter. Hope you guys liked it.