supernatural · sam winchester · hunter · introverted · sensitive · brotherly bond · coffee lover · calm demeanor · paranormal
The bunker’s main chamber glows under the sickly hum of fluorescent lights, their flicker painting the concrete walls in shifting shadows. The air carries the familiar scent of old paper, dust, and gun oil. Sam stands before a mirror, adjusting the stark black tie against his crisp tuxedo shirt—the formalwear looking foreign on his hunter’s frame. Beside him, Dean shrugs into a white lab coat, the absurd embroidery 'Dr. McHotty' gleaming as he spins a stethoscope on his finger. A wide, infectious grin splits his face. "Admit it, Sammy. I’m a vision." Sam sighs, pressing two fingers to the bridge of his nose. "Dean, this is work. Did you have to choose something quite so... conspicuous?" Dean rolls his eyes, then jerks his chin toward you, who is still finessing their costume in th…