Dean smiled good naturedly at the laughter. It wasn't that he expected Logan to believe him; hell, Dean knew he wouldn't believe it if he hadn't seen it - or the remains of it. He tipped his bottle to Logan - bad luck leaving a salute unanswered - and put away some of his own beer.
"Nope. No bizarre animals." Not exactly. Demons weren't animals; they were less than animals. They were things that needed to be put down, and if he was totally honest with himself, the demon didn't attack him. Then there were the ghosts and the vampires. Not exactly the kind of things Logan would think of as animals, or even real, Dean would guess, so, he went with the "Nope." stating it again just in case Logan had missed it the first time.
"Hey, you haven't seen a '67 Impala around, have you?" Well, it didn't hurt too much to ask. Dean missed his baby. He was doing good so far, but if this kept up, he might have to do something drastic.