You don’t even know how you got into this situation. It felt like a damn dream. One minute you were sat in the backseat of the Impala next to Sam with Dean driving, and the next, you were straddled on Sam’s lap because Dean decided that he needed the extra space in the backseat for bags of shopping and extra backpacks of weapons and other hunting stuff to take back to the bunker

Conveniently, Sam offered for you to sit on his lap. You two are best friends, have been for a long while now so he didn’t think it would be too weird. And in all honesty, it wasn’t

Apart from the damn fact that you had a massive crush on Sam

You could never tell him, scared of ruining your current relationship with him of being best friends so you kept it to yourself.

Things were going pretty smoothly, Dean striking up occasional conversation and you and Sam talking back. Your head rested comfortably on Sam’s shoulder as you stayed straddled on him. God he was warm and comfy

Then things took a turn. A very big turn. Dean decided on the way home to the bunker that he was going to take the bumpy roads back. You thought about the possibility that he had done this on purpose, but you were too damn focused on just how good it felt. Those bumps… being straddled on Sam’s lap like this… you can imagine how it was feeling. It felt so damn pleasurable for both of you. But, both of you were pretending like this wasn’t happening. You’re best friends… remember?

Obviously Sam felt the same way as you do currently as he nervously chuckled

“These roads are bumpy huh?”

He whispered in a playful tone, looking down at you. There was a different look in his eyes however as he gazed at you.