Supernatural x reader

Laundry Day

sam x reader 

warning: a lot of fluff

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Today was going to be the laundry day to end all laundry days.

Something just clicked inside you when you woke up that practically screamed at you to wash anything and everything that was even vaguely dirty around the Bunker. You figured it was probably built up anxiety over nothing, really, knowing that you had a tendency to want to clean when you were stressed out. Dean was searching for cases on the internet and half goofing off, you were sure. Sam was spending the day going through the Men of Letters archives, slowly chipping away at digitizing most of their collection. Cas had chosen to show up today too, to do a bit of research for his own project, as it was apparently slow goings today in Heaven as well.

So, you spent your morning fluttering around the Bunker gathering people's clothes, blankets, sheets, towels, and whatever else you found that needed to be washed and taking them down to the laundry room. It was effectively like a small laundromat tucked away from the bedrooms to avoid noise complaints from the old equipment. Thankfully, the boys had updated most of the machines so you were able to get a good system going.

The boys kept up with their laundry well enough. Monster guts and years on the road really drove home the need to have clean clothes readily available at all times. Still, there were things that they missed or stains they hadn't bothered to treat that you were itching to take a stab at for some reason. They weren't really paying much attention to you, too wrapped in their own work to notice you wandering about as the loads of laundry swirled away.

It wasn't until around lunch time that the boys noticed that they hadn't seen you since before breakfast. Sam looked at his phone to check the time, briefly wondering what his girlfriend had gotten up to all day. He made to get up when they spotted you slowly walking past the library with a hefty basket of... Dean's clothes on your head? You were bent over slightly, shakily balancing the hamper as you walked

"Are those my clothes?," Dean asked incredulously.

You let out an embarrassing squeal, Dean startling you enough to lose your balance on the basket. You hadn't been paying attention to them as you walked past, having made a mental goal with yourself to balance the basket on your head all the way back to Dean's room. You pouted a bit as it slumped onto the ground with a thud.

"Yeah, I felt like doing... all of the laundry today," you said cheerily as you flipped over the basket and stuffed the clothes back in. Sam's eyebrow quirked up at your admission, knowing your tendency of deep-cleaning when you were particularly stressed.

"Why was the basket on your head?," Castiel asked with a small head turn, a book cradled in his hands.

"Well, my best angel friend, sometimes life is a lot better when you put things on your head," you answered with a grin before setting the basket back on your head and making your way down the hall without another word. The three men shared a slightly confused look before Sam shook his head with a small smile at your antics.

"I gotta say, Sammy. You've got a weird taste in chicks," Dean chuckled. He gestured towards the doorway of the library with his drink then took a swig from the beer in his hand.

"Yeah... you might be right about that," Sam said with a knowing smile, still looking off in the direction you left. Sam saved his progress for later and marked the pages he still had left to scan on a stray piece of paper before standing. He shut his laptop and followed after you with a sneaky smile, thinking of a much better way for you to relieve stress.

"Sam! Don't be too loud, alright? I can hear the two of you over my headphones!," Dean called out after his brother before he got to far, earning a hearty laugh in return with no actual promise to be quiet. Dean rolled his eyes good-naturedly and stood. He was alright with it, since the two of you were happy. That didn't mean he wanted to be around to witness what was about to happen.

"So, Cas, I'm going on a supply run, you comin' or going back to your other feathery brethren? I have a feeling that we should, uh, vacate the premises for a few hours."