"Yo momma is so fat when she turns around people throw her a welcome back party!"
"Alright, Dean. One: that makes NO SENSE AT ALL. Two: She was your mom too. And three: we need to be figuring out where Mary Anderson was buried so we can salt and burn her remains. So can you please stop using the "yo momma" app on your phone and help me out here?" Dean grunted at his brother, Sam, not having heard anything he just said.
"Yeah, yeah…demons…bad." He continued scrolling through the jokes on his phone. "Oh my god, this one is fucking hilarious!" He scooted his chair a little closer to Sam at the small work table in their little motel room. "Yo momma is so fat that when saw a yellow bus full of white kids she yelled "STOP THAT TWINKIE" dude, who comes up with this shit? It is classic!" He let loose a couple hearty laughs while his brother stared at him, shaking his head.
"You need help. As a matter of fact, so do I, so give me the damn phone" he takes the Iphone out of Dean's hand "and help me out here."
"Give it back" Dean holds out his hand.
"No. Not until we find the place this girl was buried."
Silence.
2 minutes later.
Suddenly Dean mumbles "Yo momma's so fat the last time she saw 90210 was on the scale…"
"What?"
"Yo momma is so fat her waist size is the equator."
"I'm sorry but did you memorize some of the jokes?" Sam asked, completely in awe of Dean's immaturity.
"Maybe. Want me to move onto the dumb jokes?"
"No."
"Yo momma is so dumb she tried to put M&M's in order!" He let out a small, girlish giggle.
"For the last time, she was your mother too."
"That's not the point of the jokes, Sammy."
"Then what is?"
"To make you laugh. But I forgot you perpetually have a stick up your ass…my bad" He turned back to the laptop in front of him and started searching obituaries.
Silence.
20 minutes later.
"…Yo momma's so dumb she tripped over a cordless phone." Sam breaks out laughing and almost falls out of his chair laughing at his own joke.
"…that one sucks, Sammy." Dean said, giving his brother a stern glance.
"Ugh. I got it off your phone app." Sam said, scrolling through the jokes. "Yo momma so ugly when she joined an ugly contest they said "sorry no professionals"…awww that one was mean."
"Yeah Sam…our mom was pretty. You ass." Dean shook his head, grabbed his phone back and said "wanna help me search or do I have to do it alone?"
"Seriously?"
"Yeah…."
"Your impossible"
"I try"
The end…one shot, really quick. I just wanted to write a yo momma joke story and I wanted to write something with Sam and Dean. So I killed two birds with one stone. Unlike out in Arkansas and Louisianna. Bahahah. Oh sorry, too soon? (Search "birds falling from the sky" if you have no idea what I am talking about)