A/N: I know, I know, I said I would have this posted at the beginning of the week and now it's the middle. I totally blame it on seeing all that Misha prettiness at the con. Good lord, that man is beautiful! Anyway, enjoy!!!

It was late when Sam got a phone call from Ruby saying she was only two hours out from the cabin. Dean decided that he would head into town and hit the twenty-four hour laundromat. No sense in driving himself crazy pacing the cabin. Since it was all ready for Ruby's arrival, he might as well get some wash done before Sam called him.

The Fluff and Fold was completely empty when Dean walked in. Not many people wanted to do laundry on a Saturday night. For Dean, it wasn't out of the ordinary having spent a lot of time in laundromats as a kid, many times after John had come back late from a hunt with clothes that demanded by smell alone to be washed immediately. The Winchesters could not afford to throw out clothes so late night trips to the laundromat were common.

Of course, being alone gave Dean plenty of time to think about what was going to go down soon. God, he was still not sure if Sam's plan was the right way to go. So much could go wrong. What if Ruby figured out she was walking into a trap? There was no telling what she would do to his brother. And Sam, well he had shut down after finding out that it Ruby who had killed Jess. Even though Sam was now talking there was a part of him that was still shut down. His mind only thinking one thing kill Ruby. What if he he couldn't wait for Dean to get back to cabin and he did something rash?

Dean could imagine how hard his death had been on Sam because Dean could remember how hard his father's death had hit him. The realization that John had traded his soul so his son could live was crushing to him. At times, he thought he'd collapse from the weight of the knowledge. Then he went and did the same thing to Sam. The only difference is, when John died he left Dean with Sam. When Dean died, Sam was left with a Ruby and the freaking demon twisted Sam's guilt and sorrow to get him to do her bidding. Sam became desperate. Desperate to do for others what he couldn't do for Dean. And now he finds out that Ruby was behind everything. All those people Sam saved, Ruby was the one behind them being possessed in the first place.

Dean dumped his laundry on top of an empty table and began to sort the lights from the darks. There was something about the combined smell of detergent, bleach and fabric softener that took him back in time.

Flashback

"Okay, Dean what's the first thing you do," asked John.

"Separate the lights from the darks," replied Dean .

"That's my boy." John gave his son a pat on the back.

It was laundry day for the Winchesters and John was giving Dean his first lesson in how to wash clothes. John had learned the hard way that one must always separate the colors when doing laundry. Growing up his mom always did the laundry and when he got married, Mary did the wash. However towards the end of her first pregnancy, it go to be too much for her and John had to take over. A pair of red socks carelessly tossed in with a load of light stuff ended up with John wearing pink boxers for two weeks. He learned his lesson quick and made sure never to do that again.

At eight, Dean really shouldn't have had to learn how to do laundry, but with their lifestyle it was a necessity. Hunting could take John away for more then several days at a time and he didn't want his children to wear dirty clothes.

Sammy was happily tucked away, in a corner, contentedly coloring in his new Transformer's coloring book, when he piped up. "Daddy, is Donald done yet?"

For Easter, Sam had received a stuffed Donald Duck. Unfortunately, an accident, involving a hot car, a bar of chocolate and a white duck, had occurred and Donald ended up needing a bath.

"Not yet, Sammy," replied John.

"What if he drowns?" asked the little boy, his voice full of worry.

Dean walked over and crouched in front of his little brother. "Sammy, ducks practically live in water. They can't drown. Okay?"

"Okay," said Sam with a nod. If Dean said that ducks couldn't drown then Donald was safe cause Dean knew everything.

End Flashback

Giving a sad smile, Dean wished it could all be that simple again. He wished Sam's only problem was a chocolate covered duck.

Dean finished loading the washer and started it. There was a bag of peanut m&m's beckoning from the vending machine. He had just plucked his favorite snack from the well at the bottom of the machine when the door to the laundromat opened. Dean stood up to see a pretty blonde walk. Looking to be abut twenty-five with startling blue eyes, she was struggling to carry two bags of laundry and a large bottle of Tide. Dean quickly rushed over to offer his assistance. "Here, let me help you with that."

"Thanks," replied the blonde.

After helping carry in the laundry, Dean took a seat and opened up his bag of m&ms.

"Damn it!" cursed the blonde.

"Something wrong?" asked Dean.

"Yeah, the stupid machine won't take my dollar." The girl held up a wrinkled bill.

Pulling a crisp one out of his wallet, Dean handed it over. "Here, try this one."

"Thanks," replied the blonde. "I'm Tracy, by the way."

"Dean."

"Well, Dean, what brings you out on a Saturday night to do laundry?"

"Nothing better to do," replied Dean, knowing he couldn't tell Tracy the truth. "How about yourself?"

"My roommate just got back together with her boyfriend, again, and well, I can only take so much headboard banging before I go crazy so I had to get out of the apartment for a while."

"That's terrible," said Dean. "So, you didn't want to go to a club or a bar?"

"Nah, I just finished a long shift at the hospital and I'm not in the mood to sit around listening to crappy pop music while inhaling second hand smoke. Besides, have you seen the places around here? I keep thinking, I left Chicago for this?"

Dean and and Tracy spent the next hour talking up a storm as they did their laundry. The conversation flowed easy. Dean was captivated by Tracy's charms and wanted to know more about the pretty blonde.

"So after catching my fiancé cheating on me, I decided I needed a break from everything. That's when my friend, Emily, invited me up here to stay with her," said Tracy. "What brings you here?"

"I'm roadtripping with my little brother and we decided to stop at a friend's cabin for a few days."

When this whole business with Ruby was over, Dean hoped that Tracy would let him take her out on a date. Her fiancé must have been out of his mind to cheat on her. Tracy was beautiful, but she was also sweet and kind and had a great sense of humor. Plus, to top it off she was a nurse and there was just something about a hot nurse that turned Dean on.

"Dean, can you turn around?" asked Tracy.

"Why?"

"Cause I'm about to pull my panties out of the dryer and I don't want you to see them."

"What are they, granny panties?" Dean gave a chuckle, but none the less, he turned around.

The blonde let out a hearty laugh. "I was just kidding."

Dean turned back around in time to see Tracy folding a lacy, black thong. Oh yeah, he was definitely going to ask her out. He glanced at his watch and saw that the two hours was almost up. Sam would probably be calling soon. So Dean quickly finished folding the last bit of laundry. Taking it out to the car, he placed it on the backseat and went back inside to grab the laundry detergent.

"You're not gonna leave now, are you?" asked Tracy, sounding a little sad.

Since Dean wasn't supposed to return to the cabin until Sam called, he decided it couldn't hurt stay at the laundromat until his cellphone rang. "Well if you want, I can stick around until my brother calls."

"I'd love that," replied Tracy.

"Let me just put this in my car and I'll be right back."

As Dean headed back outside, Tracy broke into a huge smile, her blue eyes momentarily turning black.

More to Come

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