[The food was ready not long after Sam sat down and Dean dished up their plates. Eggs, bacon, and toast for them both. Butter for the toast and milk for himself to drink since he was woefully coffeeless. He dropped into the chair opposite Sam and cheerfully dug into breakfast.]

[In between bites, he asked...] So, is there a laundry room in your building or am I stuck doing the laundry mat shuffle?