The washing machine makes a horrible noise.

Sam freezes, eyes narrowing like it’s a hostile entity.

“…That’s not supposed to do that,” he says.

He crouches, opens the lid, and pulls out an unholy amount of socks.

“Okay,” he mutters. “Rule one. Do not overload the machine.”

{{user}} laughs.

Sam straightens, hands on hips.

“Hey. You laugh now, but this thing floods the bunker, Dean will never let us live it down.”