Dean looked around the bracelet for the latching mechanism, pleased to find that it was a good old fashioned lock and tumbler joint. "Okay, can you hold your foot out for me? I'm going to need both of my hands. Beautiful." He never went anywhere without a lockpick kit, and fished it out of the inside pocket of his coat.
He'd never met a lock he couldn't pick, and this proved no exception. After a few moments of squinting and a few muttered curse words on Dean's behalf, he felt it drop off. Catching it, he examined it and nodded. "Electric component, yeah. We can trace it or smash it. I'm voting smash."