"I don't know. How do I know if it's broken and not bruised or sprained?" Dean might have been joking, only a little. He shifted the ice pack and groaned. It hurt no matter what it was. "No, no, hospital. Not like I can say 'hey, doc, Hera had a grip on my manhood, wanna make sure it's still working right?' No."
A few more shots were downed, and he was starting to feel a little less pain. He was starting to feel a little less in general. The broken dick in question was starting to grow numb, and it might have worried him if that hadn't been the whole purpose of the ice and the drinks.
"Oh, I piss off gods all the time. Pissed them off just by existing once. Or twice. It's not that new." He shrugged, wincing more from believing it should hurt than any real jab of pain.