Crisis on Infinite Earths

The Point of No Return

Sam looked down at the old, dusty keyboard and began to flick at switches and tapped rapidly at the keys below him.

He glanced up at the screens as they all turned to static and made an awful scratching noise.

Two screens flickered back on as one displayed three men who looked like Dean, Sam and Castiel sitting awkwardly but comfortably on their own separate wooden chairs.

The second screen produced a closer angle up the front, so their faces were positioned in the middle.

Jared sat on the left, Misha on the right and Jensen in the middle. Everyone wore relatively dark colours except for Jensen's bright blue jeans which stood out amongst the three.

Audio began to crackle through the old speakers in the room. Sam reached for a small knob and twisted it to turn up the volume.

Suddenly a loud familiar voice burst through the speakers as a man's mouth started moving.

He had very distinct features to Castiel and wore a deep blue suit jacket and black work pants. In his right hand he held a black and silver microphone up to his lips.

"I was against the window and im not gonna like make everybody get up cause like where am I gonna go anyway, it's an aeroplane," Misha told the audience.

"To the bathroom!" Jensen interrupted through his microphone

"Whatever," Misha chuckled as giggles were heard throughout the audience.
"I just decided to judiciously release small bits at a time," Misha paused as everyone broke into laughter.

"small bits!" Jensen collapsed his head into his knees as tears of laughter streamed down his face.

Castiel looked at Sam and Dean with a stern expression on his face. "Is this really necessary?"

"Well I don't know about you but I wanna hear the rest of it," Dean chuckled as he directed his focus back to the second screen.

Misha wiped at his eyes and raised his voice a little higher as the room started to get noisy. "So, anyway... long story short. I didn't have at that particular moment, I might've been tired or something, but I didn't have the kind of muscle control I'd hoped for."

A large scream of laughter came out of Jared's mouth as he lowered his head and slapped his knee.

"And it came out in one sort of gasping plume," Misha still heard Jared and Jensen's laughter as they pulled the microphones away from their mouth. Misha then unconsciously copied their movements as he burst into a fit of laughter.

"And there was something about it, the quality or whatever. Basically, the guy immediately behind me faints," Misha stopped as people were guffawing and roaring with laughter.

Dean and Sam's bodies convulsed as they too were hysterical. Deans face was bright red as a single tear made its way down his cheek and onto his pants. Castiel looked at Dean and Sam with a confused expression on his face.

"How is this funny? I don't understand this form of humour," Castiel stated hoarsely as he heard Dean sigh and gasp for breath.

Dean was about to answer Cas with a smart remark before Misha's voice flooded the speakers.

"And the flight attendants came up and they brought a tank of oxygen and they revived him. This man seemed very surprised by the whole thing as he said it had never happened to him before. His girlfriend tried to politely explain to the flight attendants like 'somebody has gas.' And they said not hearing her over the engines, 'no madam that's impossible, there's no way a gas leak could happen in the fuselage. All the fuel is stored in the wings.' Anyway."

Misha continued his story as Dean and Sam had settled down, sharing no more than a silent chuckle.

"Is anyone else curious as to where Alison went," Castiel crossed his arms.

"Oh crap, I forgot about that," Dean grumbled.

"Wait.. Here! I found her!" Sam broke the silence as he pointed to the bottom edge of the first screen.

Alison had slowly made her way to the stage without drawing anyone's attention. She stood just behind the first row of audience members who were all distracted by Misha's aeroplane disaster story.

Charlie was close behind, sitting in the back row with her eyes on Alison. She had a small silver blade hidden carefully in her lap between her petite hands. She noticed Alison move closer to the stage, so she rose from her seat cautiously and stealthily.

"You gotta zap me there now!" Dean stood up out of his chair and waved his hand in the air, motioning towards Cas.

"Are you sure that's a wise decision Dean? There's two of you. You can't risk being seen," Castiel said in a wise and concerned tone.

"Yeah im sure. I'm not letting Charlie go down again because of me. Now are we gonna do this or what." Dean shut his eyes and displayed uncomfortable body language as he waited in anticipation for Castiel's gentle touch.

The next chapter was meant to be combined with this one but it ended up being over 2000 words so I had to break them up. I hope u guys liked this part chapter! I got inspiration from Misha's humiliating farting story at a fan convention and I absolutely LOVED it!
If u guys liked it plz leave a comment and vote it means a lot to me❤️
The next chapter is called All Hell Breaks Loose :D