This chapter one of a very short mini seriess written for my beta, PlatinumRoseLady, because she is very helpful. Stay tuned, because I'm going to go all out for this.
Jokes On You
Chapter One: The Tease
"Why don't blind people sky dive?" The Comedian waited a minute and shouted, "Because it scares the shit out of their dogs!"
Not one person in the visually challenged audience laughed. Someone cleared their throat. An aid dog howled. Another person shouted, "Get off the stage!"
At that precise moment a stage light fell, knocking the performer off. God herself was not amused by the stand up. As his body fell off stage, the audience burst out laughing, and gave a standing ovation. The moment of his death was by far, funnier than anything he had said all afternoon.
He stood up, and brushed dust off ghostly form. "Physical comedy is for amateurs," he muttered darkly, "I'll give them something to laugh about."
o-o-o-o-o42 HOURS LATERo-o-o-o-o-o
Dean groaned, just starting to wake up. He brought his hand to his face. Instead of massaging his temples however, he smacked himself with a handful of whipping cream that had been sprayed into his hand. He sat up and looked around the room, glaring darkly at anything that moved.
Sam gave away his position by giggling.
"What the hell Sam!!!" Dean eyed him.
Sam fell over laughing. "Priceless!"
"Sam why are you so giggly this morning?" As Dean got out of bed, he noticed that the stitches in his arm (for a wound received only yesterday) had been replaced with pink thread. "And more importantly- you do realize this is war?"
"Can't I be happy?" Sam said brightly, struggling to stand as mirth overflowed.
Dean looked at him suspiciously.
Something was up. And it wasn't just the bucket of water that balanced precariously on the bathroom door as he walked through.
TO BE CONTINUED