"Jeepers, mister!" Castiel moaned as Dean thrusts harderer. He'd stretched Castiel's poo hole so far, he knew he'd be walking funny until the cows came home. He doesn't even have any cows, so that means forever. Castiel squealed like a rusty gate as Deans's long dong silver pounded him. It was like Alice going down the rabbit hole. Castiel thought the name Alice suited Dean's flesh flute. Dean groaned as he spilled his happy man milk into Castiel's back door.