The Incredible Dean Winchester - by you know who
Dean Winchester had always loved Lawrence with its heavy, homely houses and crap. It was a place where he felt afraid. He was an incredible, smart, beer drinker with lean lips and handsome butt. His friends saw him as a blue, brief brute. Once, he had even saved a vivacious Sam Winchester that was stuck in a drain. That's the sort of man he was.
Dean walked over to the window and reflected on his boring surroundings. The thunderstorm teased like kissing demons. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Castiel . Castiel was a charming angel with beautiful lips and a big butt.
Dean gulped. He was not prepared for Castiel. As Dean stepped outside and Castiel came closer, he could see the anxious glint in his eye. Castiel glared with all the wrath of 1604 scheming wooden Wendigos. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want marriage."
Dean looked back, even more lonely and still fingering the moist dildo. "Castiel, you have a really nice ass," he replied. They looked at each other with concerned feelings, like two nasty, naughty Norse gods stripping at a very creepy the Apocalypse, which had Scottish folksongs music playing in the background and two hungry uncles dirty talking to the beat.
Dean regarded Castiel's beautiful lips and big butt. "I mean that I feel the same way!" revealed Dean with a delighted grin. Castiel looked sleepy, his emotions blushing like a famous, flabby fleshlight.
Then Castiel came inside for a nice drink of beer.