We can make something pretty fast. The garage has a ton of stuff.

[ Dean gives the little monster one pat on the head, jerking his chin to the door leading to the garage. He's seen a few various things that'd work - chains at the very least, and he's pretty sure he can fashion something up with what's laying around in the garage. It'd be easier if the damn thing spoke english, but that's probably asking a little too much.

Sam helps him out before he can do anything, though, vanishing down the hall with a just a sec and coming back with something held in his hands that Boots waddles across the ground to see, tail lashing back and forth. ]

I found a bunch of these, actually- supposed to go in the dungeon, I think.

[ It's a collar - metal, with etchings on it, and room for a chain to hook into the front. ]

If you wrap it in cloth or something, it shouldn't irritate his scales.