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my entry for day one of restraintstiel week 🙂‍↕️

Day 1 of Restraintstiel Week

Coming in a lil late with this one but this event has been so fun omg!!! Sad I missed day 2 but I may post something later for it.

Using the free day as an excuse to put that angel in a ball gag

"I can help with other things, too. I've been told I'm good with my hands." Dean winks, watching to see how the quip lands.

There isn't really a height difference between them, but the older man is thicker, heavier with age and muscle and time. He's broader and probably stronger, if not for the injury. Dean could outrun him, if he had to, but to where? His own front door?

He reaches out a hand to touch Mr. Novak's belt, presses a finger to the silver buckle there.

"Been told I'm good with my mouth, too."

It's Summer in Sugar Run, Florida. John has disappeared to God knows where, and Dean is doing whatever he can to make ends meet and keep food on the table. He's used to doing all sorts of odd jobs–but working for the taciturn and slightly strange older man on the other side of the park presents a new set of challenges...and a new set of rewards.

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