I am so so sorry. I was on holidays and it turns out that not all the hotels we stayed in had Wi-Fi. But I'm going to share two highlights of the trip with you guys. One of them has to be climbing to the top of an old Greek tower with a freaking hurricane going on. Not exactly a hurricane, but the wind was so strong I couldn't hear anyone else talking. But it was an amazing feeling. If you've watched "The Perks of Being a Wallflower", it's exactly what Charlie describes as feeling infinite. The next one was being on the top of a hill in pitch black searching for falling stars. FYI I saw three in less than half an hour :)))

Anyway, thank you for your awesome reviews june winchester and DSCWin. You guys rock! And a quick Happy Birthday to Misha Collins!

Miss Ellie had died of blood loss when her shoulder wound reopened the next morning. One of her friends came to see her and knocked on her door but got no answer. He had a key, so he unlocked the door and went in looking for her. He found her dead in the kitchen, blood everywhere, where she had apparently been lying for a while.

Her five students were sent home in tears at the loss of their teacher. Sam and Dean met Officer Wood and talked to Miss Ellie's friend, finding him innocent. As suspected, they found EMF in the house. Joyce had been there.

"We can't wait any longer," Dean said "If our assumptions are correct, Joyce's next victim will be Angie. We have to warn her and she might know what's holding Odette."

It didn't take too long to find Angie's address. They drove there and knocked on the door. Another seventeen year old girl opened it. She had wavy blond hair, brown eyes and was wearing blue rimmed glasses, a yellow T-shirt and jeans. "Can I help you?" she asked them.

"FBI agents Page and Ulrich," they introduced themselves "Are you Angelina Price?"

"Yes," she said.

"We're here to talk about Joyce Meadows," Dean said and Angie's eyes filled with fear.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she said, trying but failing to sound calm.

"Don't you?" he said "Broken glass? That's a dirty trick to play on a fellow dancer." If Angie seemed scared before, she was terrified now that they had mentioned the glass.

"I swear I didn't kill her!" she exclaimed "I swear! I didn't do it! Leave me alone!" She tried to slam the door shut, but Dean put his foot in the opening and she couldn't.

"For your safety, you'd better let us in," he warned her.

Angie retreated and let them come into her house. Her parents weren't there so she was alone. She led them to the living room, but the brothers didn't miss how she had turned several shades paler since they mentioned Joyce. She asked them if they wanted anything to drink, but they refused. It was obvious she was trying to prevent the conversation.

"Angie," Sam told her "We just want your side of the story."

"I didn't mean it to go that far," she said and her eyes got wet "I only wanted her injured so she couldn't dance. But you have to understand, I didn't mean to harm her.

"We'd been best friends since kindergarten. We both wanted to be dancers, we went to the same dance school and we were in the same class. We were young and stuff and I didn't mind that Joyce was better than me. As we grew up and I saw that she was the most talented girl in the class, I was happy for her. She would get small solos in performances and we would both get excited about it. I even threw her a surprise party to celebrate once.

"But then we turned thirteen. Everything changed then. Miss Ellie understood Joyce's talent and made it clear to the rest of us that she was born to be a dancer. She never talked to her like she did to some of us. She praised her every time she did an exercise right and she made her do it in front of the class so we could see her do it perfectly. She was en pointe two years before us.

"Joyce changed. She really took it upon herself and she made comments as if she was more important than us. I didn't like her that much anymore and I'm not afraid to be jealous. It's terrible to be second best. At least that's what I was in Miss Ellie's eyes. You know that you're good, but that you'll never match the best.

"And then last year she got the lead in the play and I was given the role of Toto. Toto! I still want to be a dancer and I thought that if Joyce and I were judged by the same people, there was no way they would choose me. People choose you for playing roles like Odette, Giselle, Cinderella, Dorothy. Not Toto. You would give a shit about me if I played a dog? And Joyce only got the lead because she was Miss Ellie's favourite. I tried so hard to get the role. You can't imagine. I spent all my free time dancing and doing exercises to stretch my muscles.

"I decided that enough was enough. My cousin Kelly told me that at her dance school some girls had put broken glass in another one's pointe shoes so that she couldn't dance. I thought it was perfect. If Joyce couldn't dance, Miss Ellie would have to choose me to play Dorothy. It was selfish, I know, but then it felt like justice.

"One night I pretended to get mixed up and take Joyce's shoes instead of mine. I had just enough time to put the glass in. Then I gave them to her. When I heard that she had broken her toes I felt great! And then Miss Ellie told me that I would have to play Dorothy. It felt even better.

"But then Joyce killed herself and said that Miss Ellie had betrayed her. And I knew that it was my fault. That if I hadn't put the glass in her shoes like Kelly told me to, she wouldn't have. Now, I just feel guilty. But I didn't want this to happen, I swear!"

"We believe you, Angie," Sam comforted her as the girl took her glasses of and dabbed at her eyes with a tissue "And we want you to believe us about something too. We're not FBI. My name is Sam and this is my brother Dean. Our job is to hunt monsters."

"That's crazy!" Angie exclaimed as she put her glasses back on "Monsters aren't real."

"They are," Dean said "And it's our job to get rid of them. After Joyce died, she turned into a vengeful spirit. She wants revenge on the people who hurt her while she was alive. Your cousin Kelly, your ballet teacher and you. She will kill you, Angie."

"What?!" Angie was in shock.

"But if you listen to us, we might be able to save you," Sam said.

"Usually with ghosts, you have to burn their bones to put their spirit to rest," Dean explained to her "But Joyce was cremated. This means that there is something that she is tied to. We have to go and find it. Until we do, you are in immediate danger. I suggest you go to your room and stay there until we sort this out. And avoid anything sharp. When you're in your room, pour salt against all the entrances, doors, windows. It will keep any ghost out."

Angie nodded and went to the kitchen. She returned with a jar of salt. "We had rock salt," she said. The brothers took her to her room and showed her how to salt the entrances.

"Don't break the line," Sam warned her "And if you open a door, make it again."

Angie thanked them and they left her house. They knew that she was right, it had been a selfish move to do that to Joyce and now look what had happened because of it. But she couldn't have known. She was trying to deal with her jealousy of Joyce.

They saw Becca on their way to Joyce's house to look for the object. She said they had called her from the police because they found a note Miss Ellie had made saying to remember to return Angie's pointe shoes to her because she had forgotten them in the classroom. She still had them when she died, so they told Becca to return them to her.

Sam and Dean thanked her for her help and she said that she was glad to have helped. "You aren't really FBI, are you?" she asked them.

They looked surprised she had figured it out. "My dad's a cop," she informed them and smiled "I've seen too many FBI badges and I have a good eye. I could tell they were fake. But I knew you were doing something important. What do you do?"

"I suggest you ask your friend Angie," Dean told her "She'll tell you everything."

With that they said goodbye to her and went to Joyce's house, which wasn't far away. They had to break in, as no one was home. A quick trip to Joyce's bedroom again and they'd found it. Joyce's Dorothy tutu. They took it and left. Her parents might look for it, but they couldn't miss it too much. They burnt it as soon as they got back to the motel. They didn't see Joyce's spirit burn, which was a bit strange, so they decided to stay a little longer, just in case.

The girls' performance was the next day and maybe they'd have to pay a visit.

Wow this story is almost over. Now I'm sad :( Leave a lovely review and let me know what you think will happen next. See you *blows kiss*