jazzforthecaptain:

This is a weird thought but it’s been a long time since Sam’s had a bed he needed to make himself. I wonder if he’s forgotten how to fold fitted sheets, or if he ever learned.

And Kevin has to teach him because fuck if Dean knows. Kevin comes into the laundry while Sam’s struggling with the elastic (to the strains of a how-to youtube video) and just watches for a minute, because seeing Captain Good At Everything looking like a moose that blundered into someone’s clothesline is a bit of quiet payback. Then, of course, he’s like “Seriously, man?” Because it’s awesome to let Sam KNOW he watched all that, before he comes in to help.

Kevin and Sam in the Bunker laundry room, participating in an impromptu sheet-folding seminar, not talking about anything mission or prophet or tablet related. Maybe talking about the homes they’ve had, very carefully, trying not to bruise themselves.