"C'mon Cas, harder!" Dean groaned out, his arms and legs shaking under the strain and sweat coating his back.
"I'm going as fast as I can." Castiel panted, readjusting his grip before pressing forwards again. "Don't rush or it will tear."
"I don't care, just hurry up!"
Castiel sighed in frustration, "It's not going to fit, it's too big."
"It will fit, trust me."
Castiel pressed forward again, this time trying a different angle to see if it would help. He smiled triumphantly when it slid through the opening with little resistance this time. With another push of his hips, it slid all the way in.
"Better?"
Dean let out a pleased moan and fell forwards, face pressing into the cushions as he spread out. "I thought my arms were going to fall off."
"You're over exaggerating." Castiel sat on the couch at the end near Deans head, the piece of furniture barely through the apartment door.
"If this is what you meant when you said you needed help rearranging the furniture, I would not have come over."
Castiel only smirked in response.