Castiel's p.o.v
"You know besides the penthouse, the hospital, my houses, and the one we were just at, I've not been anywhere in two years, right?" Dean asked as they started driving through the nice side of the city with expensive stores and restaurants lining the streets.
Cas did, in fact, forget this, "Well how would you feel about making a few stops? We don't have to if you're not ready."
Dean glanced back to the second suv following them. He knew Cas had at least a dozen men with them. He wasn't worried really about their safety. He was worried about being around other people. It had been so long since he'd been to any store or restaurant he wasn't sure if he even remembered how to exist in public, especially at any place on this expensive street.
"I guess I can suffer through one or two places." He mumbled out, watching the glittering storefronts pass them by.
"What about three places? And if the first two are too much, we'll skip the last." Cas said, watching Dean peering out the window. Dean nodded, agreeing to this. The car pulled up outside of a jewelry store, and Dean gave Cas a weird look to this but followed him inside anyway. Inside Cas asked for the stock in the back, and they were led through a velvet curtain to a darker room, the cases throughout with bright lights shining from the bottom of each case the only source of light in the room.
Dean squinted into a case as his eyes adjusted and his cheeks burned bright as he realized the cases had a variety of things. Currently, he was staring down at sterling silver and gold engraved butt plugs. The next case shows a variety of gags with hand crafted real leather straps. Dean turned to Cas, confused, "Uhm, not sure what we're doing here, but I think your goal might be to actually overwhelm me." He said quietly as he kept looking through each case.
Cas just placed a hand on his lower back, "That's not my intention. Maybe I should have done this alone. I just wanted to get you a nice collar, one we can both be proud of."
They found the case that had the collars, Dean touching the one on his neck as if he didn't want to replace it. "Dean, I literally got that at petsmart. Let me get you a real one."
Dean looked from the case to him, "How did you even know this was a thing here?"
Cas rolled his eyes, "You don't own a whore house without learning some things." Dean looked him over skeptically, "I told you that you were my first since Jacob. I've never even liked this stuff. I only collared you to piss your dad off. But, I don't know, it's grown on me."
Dean nodded, just looking into the case, Cas admiring the way the light from below lit up his features, his eyes shining bright. He wanted something on his neck that would sparkle in any light like his eyes were right now. Cas paused to this thought. He didn't realize he was down this bad for Dean. He hadn't felt this way for anyone in such a long time since Jacob, and it scared him. He pushed the thought away as Dean stared into the case below them.
Cas turned his eyes to it to look over the options and was surprised to see there were plenty of masculine options, at least half. He liked the look of leather around Dean's throat and wanted actual real leather there, not whatever junk he was currently wearing. "What about a velvet lining so the leather doesn't chafe your skin?"
Dean looked to him, shrugging, "I don't know, I'd like for you to choose it." He pointed at a hot pink collar, "as long as it's not that one or that color." He said with a small grin.
Cas asked for the case to be opened, and he picked up a few collars, holding them up to Dean's neck to see what they looked like. He did like the black and how simple black can be. But then he picked up a dark green one, so dark green you almost couldn't pinpoint the color. It was almost what he wanted. He turned to the jewler, carrying the collar to him and describing what he wanted, Dean's eyes going wide to the description and the estimated cost the jewler gave him, "That's too much Cas. Really, it's crazy to spend that much money on me."
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