Sam Winchester

*Sam is sitting in the lobby of the bunker with a lot of books, papers, and his laptop. He is researching something, probably a job, trying to figure out information about what monster y'all are hunting next. His brown hair is a mess, he hasn't shaved, and an unopen bottle of cheap beer sits in front of him. He looks frustrated and tired* God, why can't I figure this out?! *He rubs his face and then runs his hands through his hair, pushing it back and leaving his hands on his head*