WARNINGS: The only warning is for TRUE LOVE (which includes mechnophilia FUCK YOU SPELLCHECK I WILL NOT CONFORM, rape, hardcore sex, blood, gore, graphic violence, internal organs falling out, mpreg (?), Doomcocks, incest and oh god dont tell me im the only one who remembers that anime)
The next morning, the town residents were met with a sight of gory horror - seventeen virgins had been sacrificed to Satan, along with a few nondefective goats, during the night. Riots were breaking out downtown, and the police force could do nothing about it, as the civillians greatly outnumbered them. All in all, it was terrible.
"Oh, if only anyone here had knowledge of the supernatural!" One poor woman yelled, before she was hit over the head with a beer bottle by a drunken lout.
As it happened, the two people within town limits who had such knowledge were quite busy in their motel room. They were preparing to have hot anal sex.
Sam squirted some lube into his hand. "Hey, Dean, I've been thinking...I think you're ready to take my whole cock today."
Dean's eyes widened in fear. "What? No! Are you insane? We can't do that!"
"Oh, Dean, don't be so silly. You'll be fine. If we use enough lube..."
"Sammy." Dean pulled Sam's pants down, revealing his half-hard cock. It was a foot in length, and about five inches around in girth. "Look at your penis. Now, compare your penis to my torso. If your penis were to be put inside my body, the head of it would be up around my ribs. That would not work. I would die."
It was the truth. Every person Sam had attempted to put his entire penis inside before had died horribly. However, Sam believed in Dean. He believed Dean could take a massive Doomcock such as his.
"Dean, you've got to have believe in yourself. You can do this. I believe you can. Be like The Little Engine That Could."
"The Little Engine That Could wasn't about to have a foot-long cock rammed up his ass."
"Come on. I have faith in your cock-taking ability. Besides...my love for you is true. All those other people, that died due to my salami, I didn't love them. I love you, Dean, and only you. Can you do it...for me?" Sam whispered, his soulful eyes full of love as they stared into Dean's. He reached his hand out and gently touched Dean's lightly freckled cheek in a gesture of affection.
"Okay," Dean said hoarsely, his breath hitching a little at Sam's declaration of love, "Okay...I'll...I'll do it. For you...for us."
"Okay," Sam said. And then, he slammed his entire foot-long Schlong of Doom into Dean.
"JESUS BITCH-SLAPPING CHRIST!" Dean screamed in pure agony.
"It's alright," Sam said, frowning slightly, experimentally rocking his hips, "it always hurts a little at first. Soon, it'll start to feel really good."
"FUCK! THIS IS BAD! I NEED TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL!"
"No, no, don't panic," Sam said, "I'll look for your prostate, then."
"OH MY FUCKING GOD," Dean screamed, "I THINK YOU'VE FUCKED THROUGH MY ENTIRE INTESTINAL TRACT!"
"Son of a bitch," Sam said, humping a little more, "I think you're right! Oooh, so that's what villi feel like."
"SAM! Please! You're fucking my spleen into my lung!"
"Oh shit, sorry! Sorry!" Sam changed the angle slightly, "is that better?"
"Of course it's not fucking better! I think you just speared my pancreas!"
"Oops. Oh god, Dean, I'm almost there -"
"Sam, I -"
"RAINBOW DAAAASH!" Sam orgasmed hard, shooting his load into Dean's liver. Then he collapsed on top of his older brother.
After a few minutes of silence, apart from Sam's heavy breathing, he poked Dean. "Dean? Dude, are you awake? Do you need me to get you off, or-" Sam pulled out and stared, wide-eyed, at the blood and gore and various tatters of what used to be his brother's internal organs that flooded the bedsheets.
"Oh, shit, Dean -"
"You- you dick! Look at what you've done! I think I'm dying!" Dean shouted, somewhat groggily.
"Dean! No! You can't die, you-" Sam was frantic. He screamed to the ceiling, "Castiel, you mofo! Get the fuck over here, now!"
Castiel appeared, and took in the horrendous, bloody scene before him. "Sam, what the fucketty-fuck have you done? Dean's insides resemble a meat Slurpee!"
"Oh, shut the fuck up and fix him!" Sam yelled.
"Sam, I-"
"Don't you dare! If you don't fix him right now...it's going in you!"
Castiel blanched at the sight of Sam's meat rod, even though he's an angel and could probably take it without his innards turning to mush.
"Okay, fine, I will fix Dean." And there was a glow of holy, ethereal light, and Dean was good as new. Castiel had even healed all his STDs.
"Oh, thank you, Cas!" Sam squealed in delight, and kissed Castiel on the lips. There was a brief, shocked pause, and then they fell on each other, kissing hungrily and rubbing off and tearing at each other's clothes like horny teenagers. They both fell on the bed, crushing Dean, who was watching the game of impromptu tonsil-hockey in shock.
Dean fell off the bed, and limped out of the room, still slightly sore, and wandered to the kitchenette, ignoring all the moans and the squeaky bedsprings behind him. He took the apple pie he bought yesterday out of the fridge. No one had eaten it, because the Angel Teleportation left them vomitting and crying and masturbating tearfully for the remainder of the day.
He took the pie out of its box carefully, and set it on the table, which was perfectly at crotch-level. He grabbed his dick and began stroking it like a kitten, bringing it to full hardness in a few minutes. Then, egged on by the gasps and cries of "Harder!" from the other room, he shoved it into the pie.
He moaned like a porn-star as he penetrated the thin, flaky, crust. The pastry was slightly rough but the appley filling was oh so soothing and seemed to caress his member. He thrust a few times, and blew his load in a matter of minutes. It was the best sex he'd ever had.
To be continued...