Knock Knock Jokes Are Awful
By Crowleyhasfeels
In the dimly lit comedy club, Dean Winchester gripped his shotgun tightly as he exchanged a nervous glance with Castiel. The stage was empty, but the air was thick with an eerie presence.
"Alright, Cas, you ready for this?" Dean whispered, his voice low with tension.
Castiel nodded solemnly, his trench coat billowing slightly. "Yes, Dean. We must confront this spirit before it harms anyone else."
Suddenly, the stage lights flickered to life, illuminating a figure in a tattered suit holding a microphone. It was the ghost of a failed stand-up comedian, haunting the club where he had met his untimely demise.
The ghost cackled maniacally, sending shivers down Dean's spine. "Looks like we've got ourselves a real jokester," Dean muttered under his breath.
As the ghost launched into his routine, Dean and Castiel exchanged a puzzled glance. His jokes were terrible, but they had a sinister edge that sent chills down their spines.
With a nod from Dean, Castiel stepped forward, his angelic presence filling the room. "Spirit, your jokes may have fallen flat in life, but your actions now harm the living. It is time to move on."
The comedian ghost sneered, hurling ectoplasmic energy at them. Dean fired his shotgun, the blast tearing through the ghost's form. But the spirit only laughed, its laughter echoing through the club.
Thinking quickly, Castiel summoned his angelic powers, casting a powerful banishment spell. With a blinding flash of light, the ghost let out a final scream before dissipating into nothingness.
As the club fell silent once more, Dean let out a sigh of relief. "Well, that was one heck of a comedy show," he remarked, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
Castiel nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Indeed, Dean. Though I must admit, I prefer your sense of humor."
With a shared chuckle, they headed out into the night, ready to face whatever other supernatural threats awaited them.
