You Little Farthole
Dean scratched the back of his neck in annoyance. "I can pump gas into the car, Sam. I'm not a fucking invalid."
"After watching you catch on fire, I think I'm going to play it safe with this one," Sam said, one hand on the nozzle, eyes on the counters as the numbers rolled around.
Dean was about to protest some more when all of a sudden a kid rolled by on a scooter, scratching the side of the Impala with his keychain on the way. "Hey, come back here, you little farthole!" Dean yelled, immediately chasing the kid…
… Only to get hit by an SUV backing out at a separate pump. There was a sickening thud as Dean fell underneath the vehicle, which then rolled over him for good measure.
Sam dropped the gas pump just as the soccer mom behind the wheel of the SUV began to scream. "Dean…"
