Supernatural Imagines/Preferences

Oh Boy.*smut*

*Imagine you and Sam go grocery shopping in Dean's Impala, but things take a very unexpected turn*
*smut warning*

I smile at Sam as the Summer wind blows through the leather clad car. We're enjoying the last few days of sunshine for today as we ride down the empty highway. We haven't seen a single car in over half an hour and if I didn't know better, I would have thought that the zombie apocalypse is upon us.

Well, we would have food to last us for a few days since we just went shopping for Dean the lazy asshole who refuses to get out of bed due to his extreme hangover. As I said, lazy drunk asshole.

"Thanks for driving me, Sam. If I knew, I would have gotten a driving licence" I grin at the younger Winchester and pat his thigh in a 'thanks' gesture. But what makes my train of thought abruptly stop is the reaction I get. Not the usual 'no problem' or 'sure thing' or even the 'well what do I get in return?'.

Sam hitches his breath and tightens his grip on the steering wheel, his knuckles going white and his muscles stiffening. He sends me a tight smile and goes back to looking straight ahead of him. And then it hits me.

He's a guy. He hasn't had a 'relationship' in a year or two now. He...

And it is now, in this moment, that I make a mental pact with myself. Make him feel as good as possible. I mean, he has been my friend for four years now, so what's the big deal? Although I do like him, I just don't think he likes me back.

I pretend like I didn't notice his reaction and slowly move my my hand in circles up to his northern region. All while I keep a small smirk plastered on my face as I look out of my window.

He shoots me a look of shock, eyes wide and chest tight. "(Y/N), what are you doing?" He asks, his voice slightly shaky. Oh, nothing much Sam.

"What do you mean?" I ask innocently, looking at his like I have no clue what he's talking about. This earns me an incredulous look from Sammy.

My hand slowly traces the fabric of his jeans until it lands on his crotch, giving it a light squeeze. And I swear to god, we almost swerved off the road. I smirk at his reaction, but when the car slams to a grounding stop, I take my hand away and look at him in confusion. Since we parked off the road behind a pair of trees, nobody will see anything. Nobody will see me possibly get murdered.

I probably crossed some line with him. Maybe I shouldn't have done that. Maybe...

He looks at me, eyes filled with lust I haven't even seen in Dean when he's looking at apple pie, and what he does next takes me by surprise.

His big hands grasp my hips firmly as he lifts me slightly off my seat and pulls me onto his lap so I'm straddling him. He wastes no time in capturing my lips in his as one of his hands caresses my ass and the other travels up my hip.

The kiss is fueled with raw hunger and want. He pulls away and looks at me from under his lashes, and it takes everything in my power to not just melt right here and now. "(Y/N) you sure?" He asks, breathing heavily as I kiss up his neck sensually.

In response, I grind against him, earning a deep moan that I know will stay situated deep in my memory for a long time to come. I feel something press firmly against my inner thigh, and I don't even need to check to know what it is.

He grips the edges of my shirt tightly and pulls it over my head, throwing it onto the leather passenger seat along with his own plaid one. He's quite quick. Oh man, thank god I put on my good pair of underwear today.

I place hot kisses down his neck and onto his prominent collarbones, as he works on the hooks of my black bra. And in a record time, it's off and in a pile along with our shirts.

I give up on trying to kiss him as he takes my breasts into his hands, thumbs working magic on my nipples. Man, how the fuck does he know exactly what to do?

As his expert tongue works on my nipple, I fiddle with his zipper and boxers, tugging them both down to free his hard on. I can't get over the fact that I'm the one who gave him it. And wow, must I say it's pretty big, regarding proportions.

I stroke his dick, running my thumb over the tip every few seconds until I can feel him practically pulsating underneath my touch. I hope to god that Dean keeps some condoms in the god forsaken car. Knowing him, he probably does.

I bend down a little to feel underneath the car seat and a smirk spreads across my lips when I feel the box. All the while Sam trails kisses along my chest. I pull it back up and open it, revealing over twelve new-looking condoms.

I rip the packet carefully with my clumsy hands and hand the latex to Sam. When it comes to condoms, I'm not too confident with putting them on. But whatever. He seems to be good at doing the job himself.

I sit up a little and take my jeans and pants off in a less than graceful manner, which results in Sam laughing at my clumsiness. Well, I'm glad it's not awkward. Awkward sex is the last thing we both need. I move all of my hair to one side and position myself above him at what I assume is the perfect angle.

His hands wind around my waist as he brings me down onto him gently. I feel him enter me, making me moan in delight. This is amazing. I can't wait until we actually get started. "Fuck me, Sam" I breathe into his ear.

He waits for a few seconds for me to adjust, and I kiss his soft lips in a sort of 'get moving' signal. And that's exactly what he does.

I bounce on top of his cock as his tongue invades my mouth once again. "Oh my god" he whispers breathlessly into the crook of my neck. My hands grasp his shoulders for support and I move a little to the right for a better angle.

He hits a certain spot within me that makes me whimper and dig my nails into his back. He'll have marks, no doubt. I can literally see his smirk right now as he keeps hitting the same spot over and over again.

I can feel the familiar pressure building in my stomach and my moves become a little more sloppier as I near my release. "H-Harder Sam, fuck I'm so close." I whimper, propping my shaky legs into a better position so I can keep a good grip.

He starts moving faster, but his moves are starting to get a little irregular too. He's also close. He grunts my name as he pounds into me a few more times, and that's enough for me to reach the best orgasm I've ever experienced. I can't help but call out Sam's name as a wave of pure ecstasy washes over me.

He's not far behind me, moaning a mixture of my name and curse words. Oh man this is good. We stay like this for a little while, riding out our highs and then it hits me. I just fucked Sam. My best friend. In his brothers car. On a highway. Jesus fucking christ.

I sit up higher so he can pull out and roll the condom off, throwing it out of the open window. There's nowhere else to put it now. I sit on the passenger seat and hand him his clothes so he can put them on while I do the same. I'll have to have a shower when we get back.

He only has to put his shirt of and zip himself up, lucky bastard. As I put my underwear back into place, I sense his eyes on me, so I turn and smile at him. "Yes, Sam?" I ask, still a little breathless, pulling my shirt over my sex hair. I'll have to tame that thing before Dean sees.

He bites down on his bottom lip and looks at me with slightly flushed cheeks. "Well, I was thinking... If you wanted to go out to dinner?" He blurts out, looking nervous as fuck. Oh my fucking god.

I beam at him brightly and lean over to plant a kiss on his swollen lips in excitement. "I'd love to, Sammy. But we should head back before Dean calls though." I smile as he grabs a hold of my hand and starts driving back to the bunker, the wind blowing through the windows once again.

(Okay here's my very first ever attempt at smut and i hope it was at least remotely okay! If you guys want more, just comment who with and I'll try to think of something!)