Dean had had a good bit of the whiskey before he'd finally given in to the haze and slipped off to sleep. Oddly, he didn't give the goddess much thought other than how she'd look on the pointy end of an Evergreen stake. That at least brought a smile to his lips.
The next morning, or afternoon, Dean couldn't tell because he just didn't care. His head hurt, but he was more than thankful when his dick didn't feel so broken. In fact, it didn't feel like anything was wrong at all. Sure, that might have been something to worry about, but if it didn't hurt, it was okay.
As he rolled out of bed, he felt a little off balance, and he didn't notice the way his pants sagged a bit. Instead, he just pulled them up and stumbled to the bathroom. Nothing like a morning piss.
He scratched his belly with one hand and pulled up his pants again with the other. As he got to the bathroom, he started to go about the normal: unzip the pants, let the drop if they wanted, reach in, make the maneuvers...make the maneuvers...make the...Dean's eyes widened, and he yanked down his boxer briefs to see that something was missing.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Dean didn't scream, but his voice sounded funny. It was a little higher than it should have been. "That bitch! She stole my dick!" Yes, that was his first thought. Not that something had changed to make him not need that particular part of his anatomy, but that said anatomy had been taken. In a way it had.