Hands down, this is my favourite chapter in the whole story! And it's specially dedicated to my two BFFs that I've nicknamed Harry and Ron. Seriously. And they call me Hermione. Thank you for your review DSCWin. I also noticed I've been spelling your name wrong. Sorry. I hope you enjoy the chapter!

Sam pulled his brother from his seat and they excused themselves from Val. She asked them where they were going but they didn't answer. They went outside the stage room and stood outside by the door. "What the hell did we miss?" Dean complained loudly, now that no one could hear him except Sam.

"Maybe we got the wrong object," Sam guessed.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean exclaimed "The shoes! The red twinkle toes shoe she'd wearing. Joyce's mother said they gave it to the girl who plays Dorothy now, and that's Angie. And she forgot them in the dance classroom and then Ellie took them home and she's dead. Now, Angie's wearing them and Joyce is here."

"That's right," Sam agreed "We have to go and take them from Angie and burn them before Joyce kills her."

"So what, we're just gonna waltz onto the stage?" Dean asked him, not liking the sound of it.

"Do you have a better idea?" Sam tried to convince him. He didn't.

They went back inside and went to a door with the sign 'BACKSTAGE' on it. Some people had noticed them and were wondering what they were doing. They opened the door and went into the backstage. The temperature was still low, which meant that Joyce was here, waiting to attack.

"We don't have salt or iron with us," Dean suddenly observed "They're in the car. And we don't have enough time to get them."

Sam looked confused for a moment, trying to think of something they could use. And then he pointed to the other side of the stage. Five little girls were standing there and they were holding spears made of iron. They had been playing the guards.

The brothers realised that the fastest way to the other side was via the stage. "Crap," Dean muttered. Then, he lifted his arms over his head, mimicking an en courant position and began turning to reach the other side of the stage, doing what looked like chaînés. Sam lifted his right arm in front of him to the height of his shoulder and the other by his side at the same height. Then he tried doing grand jetés following his brother's lead.

The audience cracked up laughing when they saw them. Angie was doing some fouettés en tournant and almost lost her balance when she saw them. She gave them a confused look but quickly turned back to the audience, smiling and continued the choreography.

The boys made it to the other side. Dean was terribly dizzy and took two seconds to recover. "Can I borrow that?" Sam asked a plump little girl who was holding a spear. She gave it him shyly.

"Sammy!" he heard Dean and soon saw why. A girl with black hair had appeared on the stage. She was wearing a dress identical to the one they had burnt and red pointe shoes that looked exactly like Angie's.

Dean grabbed a spear from a girl who started to cry and they charged onto the stage. He got to Joyce's ghost first and hit her with the spear. She evaporated and the audience made sounds of amazement, believing that this was all part of the show. "Go to the backstage!" Sam mouthed to Angie. Luckily she understood, so she left the stage with courus.

"Give us your shoes," Sam ordered the moment they were hidden.

"What?" she asked.

"Quickly, she'll be back soon," Dean urged as Angie sat down and started undoing the ribbons. The moment the shoe was half off, Joyce appeared behind them. She threw Dean to the side and the audience heard a boom. They wondered where that had come from. Sam came at her with the spear and she vanished again. Angie quickly took the pointe shoe off and threw it to the ground.

Then the music changed. "I have to dance here," she told Sam. Sam saw Dean get up and take the one show, looking at them and waiting for the other. They had to think quickly.

"How much?" Sam asked Angie.

"Just a few steps," she answered.

"Do them," Sam said "But I'm following you. We can't leave you unguarded."

With that he tossed his spear to Dean so that he could carry Angie back onto the stage as she stood in a third arabesque position. He deposited her down and instantly regretted his decision but he couldn't take it back now. He mimicked the girls on the stage, who were standing in classical pose, and watched her do her few steps. The crowd seemed curious as to her one pointe shoe. Angie's steps ended with an assemblé and she ran off the stage and Sam followed her.

When they were at the backstage, Angie proceeded to undo the other pointe shoe. Just as she took it off, she turned to look at Sam so she couldn't give it to him. She saw Joyce behind him. "Sam!" she tried to warn him, but Joyce moved her hand and he was sent flying into the dressing rooms. Sam fell unconscious and Joyce turned to her.

Angie saw Dean on the other side, holding her shoe. Without much thought, she made sure she was holding onto the pointe shoe tightly and ran as gracefully as she could onto the stage. Dean understood and ran towards her, dropping his spear. Joyce was walking on her pointe shoes to reach them.

When they reached the centre, Angie motioned to Dean to catch her. He held his arms out and she leaped into the air. The audience gasped as Dean somehow managed to catch her. He carried the dancer off the stage where he put the shoes together.

Joyce was near the centre now and Dean pulled out his lighter. He lit it and the flames burned the red pointe shoes. A cry of "No!" was heard from Joyce before she too was engulfed by a fire. When it died out, she was gone.

The audience started clapping enthusiastically, thinking that the effects in this play were excellent.

Angie danced with her regular pointe shoes for the rest of the performance and Sam and Dean stood in the backstage watching her. When the performance was finally over, all the dancers bowed. Angie, being the star, bowed last. After doing so, she ran to the backstage and pulled Sam and Dean out. "No, no," they tried to protest, but she was hearing nothing.

"Come on, they loved you," she said to them.

She led them to the middle and showed them how to do a curtsey. They put their left foot behind their right one and bent their knees. The crowd clapped loudly when they did. They smiled.

When everything was over, Angie met her family, who congratulated her. They brought her a bouquet of flowers and asked her why she hadn't mentioned the two hilarious young men who had participated near the ending. She burst out laughing.

As the two brothers were walking towards their seats, they saw Becca with her parents and who appeared to be her little brother. She winked at them and gave them a thumbs up.

Val met them at the seats. "You didn't tell me that you were also participating!" she told Dean.

"Yeah, well," he said to her "You could I was kind of a last moment addition."

"You were great," she told him "Listen, I'm going to meet up with my brother and niece. This is my number." She gave him a slip of paper she'd obviously just scribbled down. It had the name Val written on it and a phone number.

"Thank, but uh…" Dean hesitated "I really won't call you."

Val's face fell and then quickly morphed to a frown that could beat Cas'. She walked away without even saying goodbye to them. Dean turned to his brother. "See what I meant?" he said.

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