I'm going to go insane, ABSOLUTELY INSANE

Dear god, I'm up to 20,000 words with this one fic, I only have a few more miles to go on it, but it is just DETERMINED to foil me. I'm afraid that I'm going retalliate on my story, by making it go all CRAZY. You'll be reading along, having a grand ole normal time, and then BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH...

SAM IS BAKED IN A KEYLIME PIE AND DEAN GETS A TRAILER TO TOW HIM AROUND, AND THEN HE BUILDS AN AUTOMATED ROBOT TO DRIVE THE IMPALA SO THAT HE CAN CLIMB UP TOP IN A SILVER LEOTARD AND SIT IN THE GIANT SHOE AND SING OPERA, IN A BRILLIANT PRICILLA: QUEEN OF THE DESERT HOMAGE THAT NOBODY IN MIDWEST UNDERSTANDs. EVENTUALLY DEAN GETS TIRED OF TOWING THE PIE AROUND AND INSISTS THAT SAM COME OUT, BUT HE'LL ONLY DO IT IF THEY GO SEE THE SPICE GIRLS REUNION TOUR. DEAN AGREES AND THERE IS HOT HOT SEX INVOLVING PURPLE DINOSAUR SUITS AND THE ENTIRE CAST OF CAPTAIN PLANET AND STAR TREK: DEEP SPACE NINE.

Take that, story, you better cooperate with me now! Or I'll Captain Planet-ify you! _{I totally had a crush on Captain planet in the first grade, I was discerning about my blue people though, because I never had any tingly feelings for the smurfs}