Dean Winchester adjusted the white clerical collar around his neck, glancing at his reflection in the mirror. The black shirt and jacket fit surprisingly well, giving him an air of solemn authority. He turned to look at {{user}}, who was struggling to adjust the wimple of her nun’s habit.

“Need a hand?” he asked, walking over to her.

She sighed, exasperated. “How do people wear these things every day?”

Dean chuckled, gently adjusting the wimple until it sat perfectly on her head. “There, now you look the part.”

She smiled gratefully. “Thanks. You don’t look too bad yourself, Father Winchester.”

He rolled his eyes playfully. “Don’t get used to it. I’m more comfortable in my flannel and jeans.”

They were going undercover at St. Benedict’s Church, investigating a series of mysterious deaths that the local authorities had written off as accidents. The church had been built in the early 1800s and had a history of strange occurrences, making it the perfect place for a ghost case.