Started: 15.06.08
Rewritten/Finished: 20.05.11
Words: 1,858
Wincest (Implied), Fluff
“I can’t believe you’ve never done laundry before,” Sam shook his head as they pulled up to the laundry mat.
Dean rolled his eyes as he parked the car, “I can’t believe you’re still talking about this.”
“How have I never noticed?”
“Because I’m smarter than you.” He shot his brother a wink as he got out of the car.
“But… you’ve gone to do laundry alone,” Sam followed him out, brows creased in confusion, “How did you return with clean clothes?”
The blonde shrugged as he grabbed the duffle of dirty clothes out of the back, “Let’s just say laundry mats are a good place to pick up chicks.”
Sam rolled his eyes, bristling as they started toward the door, “Yeah, well, you won’t be picking anyone up today.”
Dean stopped them mid-stride, placing a hand on his shoulder, “Dude, c’mon. That’s not what I meant.”
“It’s fine,” The giant slid out from under the hand, and held the door open for his lover, “Today is purely educational.”
Dean let out a heavy sigh as he entered, bee-lining for one of the machines that was furthest from the door. As he dropped the duffle down on top of it, he paused as he noticed his brothers’ expression, “… What?”
“Nothing,” Sam shook his head as he approached, “It’s just funny to see you in Hunter Mode even when doing mundane things.”
“Yeah, well, dying in a laundry mat is not the way I plan on going.”
Sam chuckled before looking over the machine, “Okay, first things first: Do you know how to turn it on?”
“Pfft, please.”
“Dean.”
“Sorry,” the blonde took a serious look at the machine in front of him, before glancing back to his brother, “I’m gonna go out on a limb and say it’s the button that says ‘Start’?”
“Very good.”
“Sam.”
“Hey,” he held his hands up in mock surrender, “I need to know where to start the lesson.” At the disbelieving look, the giant gestured to the machine, “You know so much? Okay, fine. Turn it on.”
The blonde rolled is eyes before touching the Start button, smirk wiping off his face as the machine didn’t whir to life. He pushed the button again, more forcefully, brows knitting together as it still didn’t turn on. He shook the machine before practically punching the button, huffing in annoyance as it stayed silent, “Well this one is obviously broken!”
“It’s not broken.” Sam pointed to the coin slots in the side of the machine, “You brought the change, right?”
“Yeah,” the blonde dug a small bag of coins out of his pocket.
“Okay, good. Put those in the slots and then push them into the machine.”
He waited a moment as his brother did so, before he pushed the start button again, letting out an exasperated sigh as nothing happened, again, “Okay, so… it is broken?”
“No,” Sam did his best to hold in his laughter as he pointed to the dials next to the button, “You have to tell it what kind of load you’re doing.”
Dean raised his eyebrows in mild surprise before shrugging, “Well-”
The giant rolled his eyes, “Not that kind of load.” He pointed the first dial, “Are we doing colours, whites or delicates?”
“Uhm…” Dean unzipped the duffle, rifling through the clothes in the bag, “is there a flannel and jeans option?”
Sam shook his head, chuckling slightly, “That would be ‘colours’. So, turn the dial so it’s set to that option.”
Dean reached out to turn the dial, letting out an exasperated sigh as it didn’t move, “Dude, what the hell?”
Sam reached out his hand – grabbing the dial on top of his brothers’ – before pushing the dial in, and turning it to the correct setting.
“Well how the hell am I supposed to know to push the dial in before turning it?”
“It’s just… you know what? Nevermind.” The giant pointed to the next dial, “Do you know what load size we have?”
Dean let out a chuckle, before swallowing it down as he saw the unamused expression on his brothers’ face, “Uhm… I don’t know. A duffle full?”
Sam picked up the duffle, weighing it a moment before nodding, “Better set it to Large, just to be safe.”
Dean grabbed the dial, raising an eyebrow at his brother as he tried to push it in, and it didn’t budge, “Okay, what the hell?”
Sam did his best to contain is laughter, “No, this one you have to pull out.”
Dean raised an eyebrow, “Seriously?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, why?”
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