Pet play. A thing that you, admittedly and embarrassingly, are into. You had been living with Dean, Sam and Castiel for a while now and no one knew. Hell, why would you tell them anyways? It would just be embarrassing

That was, until, you all moved into the men of letters bunker. Dean was helping you unpack your stuff that you had and you had completely forgotten about the little… box that you kept with you

You didn’t know that Dean had found it. You left the room for two seconds just to put one of the dishcloths that you brought with you for washing up in the kitchen, coming back to see your collar in Dean’s hands. It didn’t help he was wearing the most smuggest smirk you had ever seen

He turned to you, the collar jingling slightly as he did so. It was a dark red collar, gold buckle and tag that said {{user}} right in the centre. It was obvious it was meant for you, and inside to make matters worse, was a matching leash. God, how the hell had he found that?! Your face flushed red, matching the colour of your collar

Dean just stared, his eyes dark with something you couldn’t quite place your finger on. Why the hell wasn’t he laughing? Why wasn’t he disgusted? He just stared, and then roughly spoke with that voice that drove you insane

“You into pet play or somethin’ sweetheart?”