Supernatural Smut

A steamy shower /Sam

A (very) steamy shower with Sam.

Y/N pov but in first-person point of view, because I prefer that perspective. Nevertheless, I will do second-person povs if requested ;)

Title kind of gives the plot away, sorry for the spoilers.

I work with dominante male, tiniest amount of blood, use of Sammy, hair pulling, hickeys and water(duh).

Heads-up! This is my first smut ever, so I wrote it after my own kinks and with a very long build up for a smut. However I am up for taking requests, because this was fun and I would love to wright some more.

And if Jared ever finds this then I am deeply sorry, I could not help myself, but if Sam wants to do the biggest fourth wall-break ever, than he can call me.

(((I left a gif if you want to skip the intro, because it is quiet long)))

I woke up abruptly, a wacky dream about locked doors and missing keys still dancing around in the back of my head. My left cheek was pressed against the car window and my body felt numb. My mind disorientated and sleepy.

Firstly, I became aware of something wet on my chin and my immediate action was to sweep the presumed drool away with my sleeve.

Secondly, I rubbed my eyes. Squinting and trying to get a look at what was surrounding me. I immediately saw Dean. He sat all prompt up in the driver's seat beside me. He had his hand placed on my shoulder from when he woke me up.

"We are home, pal!" Dean told me in his deep and sturdy voice. As he spoke his gaze locked with mine and no matter how many times I saw him I always awed at those beautiful eyes of his. The green iris shared color scheme with the emerald three-boa snake and blooming around them were layers of long dark lashes. It was a friendly sight for my disoriented mind.

Dean and I were sitting alone in Baby, a nice 67 Impala that the extremely fortunate Winchesters owned. Slowly piece by piece I recalled a sluggish memory of how we got here. Dean had been driving out of the motel parking lot after we just had wrapped up and solved a Vetala case down in Arkansas. Dean had been singing along to The House of the Rising Sun. As stunning as that sounded, his lovely voice had synchronized with the roars of the car engine and together they had turned into a soft lullaby. After a few futile tries to stay awake, I had drifted away, relishing in these familiar and soft sounds. But the car were no longer moving. Instead Baby stood parked in the bunkers garage and the lullaby only existed in my memory.

"Did you sleep tight, little Briar Rose?" Dean asked me grinning. Undoubtedly amused at my newly awoken appearance, as maybe a bit proud of his witty use of nicknames. I on the other hand rolled my eyes and sighed at that silly, but fitting, nickname he just gave me.

"Yeah, if we count away my aching back, then perhaps it's would be pretty good morning, Dean," I answered him in a hoarse voice.

I stretched out my stiff neck and groaned of satisfaction when my neck cracked and all that built up tension released.

"More like good night, it's around 1 am," he correct me as we simultaneously stepped out of the car.

"Wait, what? Have you been driving for 8 hours straight, Dean?" I quarried, after actually realizing how long that road trip was.

I closed the car door shut behind me before turning around and taking a good look at him. Surely enough he did not inquire to answer me. The bags under his eyes told me everything I needed too know.

"Yeah, I was going to wake you, but instead I took one of those five hour energy shots, and well those are true son of bitches!" He told and opened the trunk, "it felt like I was hosting a mariachi band inside my head" he continued on while uncovering the trunks hidden compartment. I could not help but chuckle, even tough I felt liable for his sleep deprivation.