1.
Sam
still dreams about Jess. He doesn't tell Dean, because how can he
explain waking in tears from a dream of Jess folding their clothes at
the laundromat? Or that just for a second, before he opened his eyes,
he could still smell steam and starch and fabric softener? Dean
probably doesn't even know what fabric softener is.
In the dream
she complained about losing a sock; she made him check the dryer again,
but it wasn't there. Now he thinks, the lost sock was safe all along.
The other, home in her dresser drawer, tonight it's nothing but ash.
2.
Hot
water for whites; cold water for bloodstains. When Dean was twelve he
turned three loads of laundry pink. After that it was only dark colors
for a couple years; they show less dirt anyway. He still hates doing
laundry. Wait for the wash to finish, feed quarters into the dryer,
fold everything like Dad showed him. It can't be rushed; you can't
stuff damp clothes into the duffel and dump them in the trunk while you
go hunt werewolves. He learned that five years back, somewhere in
Kentucky. No, you have to wait; wait, or leave it all behind.
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