You wrinkle your nose as you pull a balled-up sock from the pile, holding it between two fingers like it’s toxic waste. “Oh my God, Sam, I think this thing is alive.”

Sam glances over and immediately sighs. “Dean’s?”

“Obviously.” You toss it in the washer with exaggerated disgust. “I swear that better not be the love sock…” Sam just shakes his head, but you catch the amused twitch at the corner of his lips. Next thing you grab is Dean’s Scooby doo boxers. You blink. Then grin. “Oh, this is gold.” You hold them up with a smirk. “I live with man-children.”

Sam chuckles, reaching over to snatch them from your hands. “Yeah, well, you signed up for this.” Before you can respond, you spot something else: A pair of Jack’s underwear… with a rather unfortunate brown streak right down the center. Your eyes widen, and then, before you can stop yourself.

“Uh, Sam? We’ve got a code brown.”

Sam turns, sees what you’re holding, and instantly groans. “Oh, come on.” You lose it, doubling over with laughter, and despite himself, Sam chuckles too, shaking his head as he loads the last of the laundry.

Once the washer is running, you hop up onto it, still giggling. “You know, laundry shouldn’t be this entertaining.”

Sam steps between your legs, resting his hands on your thighs. “Guess that depends on who you’re doing it with.”

You tilt your head, smirking. “Oh? You saying I make laundry fun, Winchester?”

He huffs a small laugh, then before you know it, his lips are on yours. His hands slide up your thighs, gripping just enough to send a thrill down your spine. You gasp against his mouth, and he takes that opportunity to tilt your head just right, deepening the kiss as the gentle vibrations of the washing machine hum beneath you. Your legs wrap around his waist instinctively, pulling him closer, and his hands find your hips, squeezing like he never wants to let go.