I am excited to share this story with y'all. I currently don't have a beta so all mistakes are mine (there are probably a lot I'm sorry). Also please let it be known that I am not a dancer by any means, I am trying my best though. I have been doing a lot of research and talking to a close friend of mine who has been dancing her whole life. If you have any tips they are greatly welcomed. Also Sam's relationship's will just be side story, nothing major really. Updates will hopefully be at least once a week but I can't make any promises. However I can say this will be the shortest of them all. Other than that please enjoy :D
Chapter 1
The room was spinning, the air cold from the AC that was blowing at full blast, working hard against the hot, dry air coming from outside. The clock on the wall read half past ten and the hardwood floor looked more and more inviting as the sweat dripped from Dean's face and his legs ached from the numerous numbers of echappe saute's, grand pirouette's, and sissonne's that he had performed so far that evening. The room was empty accept for him and the images of himself that surrounded him from all sides, which sometimes proved to be a comfort while other times only proved to frustrate Dean more. He can't count how many times he's wanted to punch one of those mirror, wanted to shatter it into a million pieces along with his image.
Tonight isn't one of those nights though, music played softly in the background helping him count his steps and keep from tripping over his feet, not that he hadn't done that a couple times already. It was pretty late and he was exhausted. However Dean was determined to get this move down before he left. Besides it wasn't like he wasn't tired every other night he was here, who wouldn't be after getting up early every morning to make sure your younger brother gets to school on time, and then spending the day working at a garage, only to spend your evenings helping your friend Lisa teach little kids what first and second position were. By the time Dean got any time for himself (which was usually around 9:30 when all the classes had ended and he was allowed to lock up) he was pretty exhausted, but then again this was the only time he had to himself and he loved to dance. No matter how much it hurt, no matter how frustrated he got when he couldn't nail a move, it always paid off in the end. The feeling of moving across the floor, leaving everything behind and just being able to express himself completely without uttering a single word was everything to Dean. He could leave everything on the dance floor and feel no regret about it. He could just be himself, free and alive. Plus his mother had gotten him into ballet when he was just a little kid. His dad had rolled his eyes saying that Dean was no dancer, that he should be playing real sports. But Mary took him anyway. It was another reason why these late night practices were worth it. His mom believed in him and even though Dean lost her a long time ago, he wasn't about to let her down now.
Dean repeated another couple sissonne's before he finally decided that, that was as good as it was going to get tonight. He walked over to his bag and pulled a towel out of it wiping the sweat from his brow and leaning heavily against the barre. Lisa had mentioned to Dean the other night that the renown Castiel Novak, one of the most famous male ballerina's of this century, was going to be coming into town and holding auditions for the famous ballet,Cinderella, which he was going to be directing. He snorted when Lisa first told him, rolling his eyes and walking away. There was no way he was good enough to even get a minor role in the ballet. Yet as the date for Novak's arrival crept closer, Dean found himself looking up details about the auditions. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to at least try. Thousands of people were probably going to be auditioning considering Castiel had gone all over the state,and although Kansas wasn't the largest state, it wasn't small either. Also there were so many other factors that he had to think about, like who would take care of Sammy if he actually received a role. The ballet would be touring all around the state, maybe even out of it. Sam couldn't go with him, it was his brother's senior year of high school. So Dean just stared longingly at the fliers but didn't actually do anything about it. Yet every night he still found himself practicing harder and harder, looking up videos from previous recordings of the ballets and learning the moves presented in them. It didn't matter though, the dream to be in a huge ballet production, and to actually get to meet Castiel Novak were just that, dreams. They would never happen.
He dropped the towel into his bag and pulled on a pair of sweatpants before unplugging his ipod and turning off all the lights. It took a couple minutes of digging around in his bag but he finally found his keys, so he locked the place up and headed to the impala, his baby. The drive home was silent and quick, the route so familiar Dean could probably do it in his sleep. Luckily tonight was a Friday night meaning he could catch an extra hour of sleep since the garage opened later on Saturday's and thankfully he didn't have to worry about taking care of Sam.
Dean pulled up into the driveway of their small one story house, it wasn't much, but hey it was home. At least he had his own bedroom and even though they had to share a bathroom it worked pretty well with Sam always showering in the morning and Dean at night. He stepped out of the car and wearily made his way to his front door, thankful that Sam remembered to leave the light on this time. Once in the house, Dean let his bag fall to thefloor with a soft thump and he kicked the door closed with a tired foot before remembering to turn around and lock it.
"Dean?" a voice called out from the living.
"Yeah Sammy it's me" he said back walking into the room.
Sam looked up and gave his brother a small smile, "did you have a good workout?" he asked from where he was spread out across their only couch watching their old beat up TV. Sam knew Dean danced, it wasn't exactly something Dean could hide, but Sam didn't know just how passionate about it his brother was or about the chance he had to audition for the ballet. If he did Dean was pretty sure Sam wouldn't let him miss the opportunity. But Sam was more important than dancing and so Dean kept his mouth shut about Cinderella. "It was good, tiring, I'm fucking beat. I think I am just going to hit the hay. I have to open the garage tomorrow because Charlie has to take care of something, not that she would specify." Dean said with an eyeroll.
Sam chuckled, "Maybe it's girl problems?"
Dean just made a face, "Yeah you can just stop right there. Everything is going good with school right?" he asked, hanging over the back of the couch to ruffle Sam's outrageously long hair. This of course earned him one of Sam's famous bitch face's not that Dean minded, it only made him smirk.
Sam attempted to fix his hair after shoving his annoying brother away, "Yeah, yeah, it's going great. I got a 96 on my physics test and my English teacher wants to post my essay for every to read" he said making a face.
"Dude that's awesome!" said Dean beaming with pride, Sam was always the smart one, "I'm proud of you Sammy."
"It's Sam" he said groaning but he smiled anyway, "Thanks Dean."
The two brothers said goodnight there, neither being one for touchy feely moments. Dean headed to the bathroom to shower, trying not to let his thoughts wandered to the auditions which were next weekend. The feet proved to be pretty easy considering how tired he was. Dean barely made it to his bed, collapsing into it with a huff and a groan at his protesting muscles. He was asleep as soon as the covers were around his waist.
échappé (ay'-shah-pay') To escape, There are two kinds of échappés: échappé sauté, which is done with a spring from the fifth position and finishes in a demi-plié in the open position.
grand pirouette (grahn peer-whet') A large turn with the leg out to the side.
sissonne (see-sohn) To jump from two feet onto one in a closed or open, forward, backward, sideways, over or under position.
barre's are the stationary handrails commonly seen in ballet rooms.
