Dean was still giggling like a school girl as he and Sammy were driving to the grocery store. Dean thought it was best to get Sammy out of there before Bobby went bananas. Bananas reminded Dean that they needed some more food at Bobby's. The perfect opportunity presented itself, so he whisked Sam away, still laughing.
"I don't see what the big deal is Dean," Sam pouted from the passenger seat. "Bobby about to kill me is not funny."
This made Dean crack up even more, "Sammy, it was just your face. C'mon dude, I was just yanking your chain. Besides, I just made it up that you liked Kelly back then."
Sam shifted in his seat, which he knew he shouldn't have done, because Dean picked up on it almost instantly.
"I'll be a son of a bitch, you DID like her!"
"Dean, just, shut up."
"Well I'll be damned. You've been lying to me all these years. I would tease you about liking her and you would just look up at me and squeak 'I do not Dean! Kelly is nice but I don't like her that way. Ewww girls have cooties!'" Dean finished in his little kid Sammy voice.
Sam rolled his eyes before he spoke. "Fine, I liked her. End of story."
"I don't think so."
This time Sam grunted, wishing this conversation would just end. "What do you mean you don't think so?"
"They way your face lit up when you found out she was coming tonight? That face, says you still have the hots for her. Which is kinda creepy, considering you haven't seen or heard from her in over 15 years." Dean said smoothly.
Sam was at a loss for words. But bless his heart; he tried to talk his way out of this. "I'm just excited to see my friend again Dean. She was my best friend besides you, one of the only constant things in my life until then. So sue me if I'm happy to be able to talk to her again."
Dean smiled and said, "Okay bro, whatever you say," and decided to let it go. Sam still liked Kelly whether Sam knew it or not. But, just because he loved to get under Sam's skin…. "I bet she got smoking hot between now and then…or portly."
He didn't hear any heavy sighs or grunts. He looked over and noticed that Sam wasn't even paying attention. He snapped his fingers in front of Sam's face.
"Hey, yo!"
Sam pushed Dean's hand away "quit Dean." Then he pointed over to a side street up ahead. "I think we need to pull over."
"Why?"
"That's why."
Dean looked to where Sam was pointing and noticed that a good looking woman was walking down the street. "Nice Sam, you wanna ask for her number?"
"No! Hurry Dean, look!"
Then he noticed it. The woman was laughing but this didn't look like 'having a good time' laughing. It looked like 'holy shit this hurts please help me,' laughing.
"Do you think she's having a panic attack or something?" Dean yelled as he parked the Impala.
"I don't think so," Sam assumed as he and Dean ran out the Impala and raced to the woman. "I think it's what we've been looking for."
The woman was on her knees now, laughing so hard but looking scared at the same time. Her eyes were full of tears as she started to cackle even more, and gasp for air. The boys were still a good 20 feet away as they watched the scene unfold.
The woman doubled over, landing on her back. With one last chuckle her head rolled over and she stopped moving.
"NO!" Sam yelled as him and Dean ran even faster. But once they were finally upon the woman's body, they knew they were too late. The closer they got they saw that the woman's face was stuck in a permanent smile, a la the Joker from the Batman movies.
Two people were scampering down the street opposite them and came up to them. "Oh my God, is she okay?" A young guy asked them both.
Dean shook his head and looked at the guy, "I don't think so, and you mind calling 911?"
The young guy said, "No, of course not," and then got his cell phone out.
Sam bent down to get a better look at the woman. While he was examining he heard the young guy talking to 911 and the second person talking to Dean.
"It's so weird. My boyfriend and I were sitting on that bench down there and this woman went past us, and all of a sudden she just burst into giggles."
Dean's ears perked up. "You saw what happened to this woman?"
"Yeah…"
"Mind if I ask you a few questions?"
The girl looked at him, "Why?"
Dean went fishing in his coat for his FBI badge. He pulled out his health inspector badge, but luckily looked at it before flashing it the girl. With a small smirk he swiftly put it back and got the correct badge. "I'm with the FBI."
The girl looked impressed and confused. But she was also young and naive. "Oh, well, ask away."
Sam tuned out then, he would hear what the girl said later, and focused on his own assessment. He took out a pen from his pocket and gently shifted the dead woman's ear, so he could get a better look. What he saw unnerved him. There were traces of sulfur coming out of both her ears.
The thing that really caught his attention though, was the bizarre blue foamy substance lightly running out of the woman's mouth.
This shit was getting too unusual, even for him.
He and Dean both heard sirens off in the distance. Sam stood up promptly and nodded to Dean. Then he walked briskly back to the Impala as Dean finished up his talk with the two young people.
…
A few hours later, they were back at Bobby's. As Bobby made dinner, Sam and Dean told him of the days events.
Sam began and talked about the eerie smile on the woman's face, the sulfur coming out of her ears and that peculiar blue foam emitting from her mouth.
Dean was next and told Sam and Bobby what the young couple told him. "They said she just started laughing out the blue, and she was waving her hands wildly, like she was trying to swat something away." He took a swig of his beer before he continued. "It almost looked like she saw a ghost."
Bobby was silent for a minute. "Well, if she saw a ghost, the general reaction is to scream, not laugh."
"No kidding, but this is exactly what happened to those 3 people last week. Eye witness reports said they all just started laughing and then killed over." Sam said, frankly.
This was what they were trying to find last night. Demon, ghost, anything that had an MO for making people laugh so hard they died. But they didn't and still couldn't find one damn thing that did this. What those reports didn't mention, however, was the sulfur and blue foam.
But Sam was pretty sure the police just didn't want to include those two gems in their reports out of concern for the public. Luckily, or unluckily depending on how you looked at it, they got a first hand look at this mysterious thing in action and subsequently got more clues.
"Yeah but, c'mon, die laughing?" Sneered Dean, "Are we sure that these people didn't just have some kind of reaction to a drug or maybe these were seizures?"
Bobby looked at him like he was stupid, "You obviously forgot about the sulfur in the ears and blue foam in the mouth."
Dean sighed, "Damn, yeah, I did."
"Idjit."
"This is all just too wacky for me. Whatever this thing is, it's obviously invisible…" Dean started.
"And it must be some kind of Demon to emit sulfur," added Sam.
"And the blue foam tells me exactly what it is." All 3 men heard a mysterious voice declare. Sam, Dean and Bobby all turned towards the doorway to see a small statured, long haired brunette woman smiling back at them.
"You're dealing with 'El Demonio de Risa," Kelly Singer smiled.
All 3 men's mouths were wide open. Dean leaned over and whispered in Sam's ear, "Dude, she definitely got smoking hot."
This time Sam didn't argue or tell Dean to shove it. All he could do was look at her and silently agree.
