It was Sam's turn to do laundry. Though, why they even bothered with the pretense of taking turns was beyond Sam. He always got stuck with the chore, regardless. Normally it annoyed Sam to death, but now…
He briefly considered the consequences of his actions before he pulled out his phone and dialed his brother's number.
"H'llo?" Dean mumbled sleepily after two rings, and Sam snorted. It figured he was taking a nap while he left Sam to do all the work.
"Dean," Sam began, vainly trying to stifle a giggle. "Why do you have Buffy the Vampire Slayer boxers?"