Here is chapter 7! I hope you guys like it! It's going to start wrapping up here soon! Thank you all for favoriting, following and/or reviewing! I really appreciate it! :) Also, I'm sorry for all of my grammar errors. I don't always have internet access, and when I do, I'm on a time limit, so usually I type it up very fast, do a quick ABC check, then post it, so thank you all for sticking with me! Okay! Here we go!
Castiel roamed the halls. Finally he saw the stage through an energy flux and quickly jumped through the portal. He stood up and looked around. He was in the wings of the stage. In front of him stood a woman, the Prima Ballerina.
"Hello?" he cautiously asked. The girl turned around startled.
"Who are you? You're new..." she said.
"I'm pretty old actually." replied the angel as he walked towards her. "I've seen you dance." The ballerina looked out to the stage.
"Everyone sees me." she coldly said.
"It was Giselle then too." Castiel continued.
"Always." she said. Castiel looked past the stage to Kurskov.
"I know what he is doing - he's punishing you." She started to have a tear fall down her cheek.
"He owns me. When I dance, it's only for him." she replied.
"Do you believe that?" Castiel asked frowning in sympathy.
"It doesn't matter. I dance, I'll wait, and I'll dance again."
"A hundred years, doing the same piece, every night - is that enough? What about Stephan?" he asked with as much sincerity in his voice he could manage. The ballerina took a deep breath.
"I waited too long. I should have gone when he asked me, but I wanted - this - this dance. I lost everything that ever mattered to me. Now - I just wait."
"You dance." the angel said. The ballerina continued to look out to the stage.
"There's a part in the courtship dance, where my foot slips. My ankle is turned and I can't quite hold." She looked up to Kurskov. "He doesn't notice. He doesn't even know ballet well, but I still slip, every time." She turned towards Castiel.
"It's not just the same piece - it's the same performance. I don't dance... I echo." After a few moments she turns back to Castiel.
"Please, can you help me?"
Castiel slowly put his hand towards the stage. It had disappeared. he knew if he ran out on the stage, he would be trapped again.
"His power is fading, I can help you, but you need to change the act." Castiel ordered. The ballerina shook her head in fear. Castiel looked behind him. The 1890 stage look had partly shown the present stage.
"It's not too late. You can change things." Castiel said using what he called 'the puppy eye look' he had picked up from Sam.
~Meanwhile~
"It's working!" yelled Sam as he killed another minion.
"Yeah there are dozens of them! Yay us!" Dean sarcastically grunted.
"It has to be weakening his hold!" Sam yelled once again!
"What on earth is taking that idjit so long?" Bobby yelled after he killed another set of minions.
~Back to Cas~
The ballerina looked at Castiel one more time before she stepped out on the stage. She danced around slowly on the stage. She held a pose as she was bowing towards another dancer on stage. She gave one last look to the Angel and then backed away from the middle dancer. She took a strong look out to the audience and began to dance her own routine.
"No!" Kurskov yelled from his box. The dancer in the middle faded away. The power Kurskov had was fading dramatically. Castiel felt a rush of strong energy flow through him. The dancer held her pose then looking to Kurskov defiantly. In a blink of an eye, Castiel (fully powered and epic now) was up in Kurskov's box.
"Where's your power center?" Castiel asked firmly.
"How dare you!" the Count yelled.
"I'll guess." the angel said as he punched the jewel on Kurskov's medal that hung around his neck. Just then, a wave of blue light washed over the stage. Back stage where the rest of the group fought for their lives, the same blue wave rushed through and suddenly everything vanished. The four stood in the back stage room.
Back on stage, the Prima Ballerina looked up to Castiel, who stood in the box with the Count who was gasping for breath. She smiled and bowed towards Castiel as she also faded into the air. The audience started to clap and cheer. Castiel turned towards Kurskov.
"You have no right." the Count sobbed to the Angel. Castiel, learning to be a bit more human, turned towards Kurskov.
"Save it." he said dryly.
"She was my love! She danced only for me!" Kurskov continued. The angel, finally getting annoyed, placed his fingers on the Count and he dropped to the floor.
There we go, I know it's not every long. I had debated whether to just make this one a new chapter or add it to the last one, but I didn't want it to been an extremely long chapter. I hope you liked it regardless! I think I'll put one more chapter up! I'm debating whether to do a more intense Destiel love scene, or just another small, not so descriptive one. You'll also find out what happened to Kurskov the next chapter! Anyways, please give me opinions and all that fun jazz!