Okay, so Dean was doing like he was told to do and Sam collected a few things from a bag shoved off in the corner before he returned. For now, he settled on Dean's lap, leaning in to kiss him slow and deep. His hands rubbed over the other's chest and shoulders, taking his time.

He kept thinking back to those fantasies Dean had wanted to share and... well, he couldn't get up the guts to take his brother into some sort of S&M club or whatever he wanted, but... the collar? He could do that, even if it was kind of awkward and embarrassing. Dean's birthday, he got one of his kinks.

And hopefully that really had been one of Dean's real kinks because he was getting one slipped around his neck. It was thick, black leather and Sam figured it'd look good pressed against his skin. If anything, Dean should appreciate he didn't have to drag him back to one of those adult stores- Sam got up the nerve to go on his own. "Open your eyes, Dean."