Literally Anything?
"… Impalement, decapitation, smoke inhalation, multiple traffic collisions, animal mutilation…"
"Wait, what? I've been killed by animals?"
"Avian and canine. You've also had problems with springs, electric can openers, shower curtains, popsicle sticks, suspect pies—"
"Pies…?"
"Yes, not to mention the many times the Impala itself has turned on you."
"My Baby?" this actually seemed to disturb Dean the most, and he actually gave the Impala a suspicious look. "So literally anything?"
Before Sam could reply a girl with a bouquet of flowers passed by and the pollen caused Dean to give a godawful sneeze. His head smacked off a park bench, bounced back to hit a lamp post, and then he stumbled into an open port-a-potty that then fell into the nearby construction site and was crushed when a crate of bricks snapped and fell on top of it.
Sam watched it unfold like a Looney Tunes cartoon, before whimpering, "… Dean?"
Sorry for the two year break – I, uh, hit a dog and fell in love with a veterinarian, didn't even bother to fish my brother out of purgatory and shit… Wow, no matter how you look at it, that excuse is spectacularly lame. Still, apologies, I will continue work on this fic but updates won't be as frequent as one a day like before; come to think about it I think it was the self-imposed deadlines that did me in. Hope you keep reading, though!